The Pentium Era - South to North

The two of them had finished eating. It was almost two o'clock. The market was now completely silent. Most people came early in the morning and were very sleepy by this time. After watching some customers coming and going in the aisle at noon, they were all lying on their backs. There are various places where you can lie down and cool down to take a nap. In the whole market, you can only hear the sound of a fan and the sound of someone snoring.

Zhang Chen took out a folding chair leaning in the corner, opened it, and let Xiao Zhao take a nap. He took the lunch box and dishwashing liquid from Sister Guihua and his mother-in-law, and went to the sink to wash them. When he came back after washing, Xiao Zhao had already slept. On fire.

Zhang Chen moved the electric fan a little to prevent it from blowing directly on Xiao Zhao. He sat there without sleep, staring at the pile of clothes and thinking blankly. After a while, he seemed to have thought of something, and he used his hand to I tried the drawer where the cash was kept, it was locked, and the key was in Xiao Zhao's bag. Before Xiao Zhao was about to go to bed, he put the bag next to him, still holding it with one hand.

Fengzhen opposite also opened a recliner and fell asleep. Ayong was lying on the table, facing outside the passage, half of his face was soaked in his own saliva, turning it white. On the other side of the large passage, there were two Two people were sitting across from each other in the passage at the entrance of the stall, playing chess. Both of them were silent and their moves were so gentle that you couldn't tell which one of them had the upper hand.

Zhang Chen took a thin shirt and covered Xiao Zhao's belly and her bag, then stood up and walked out.

Xiao Zhao woke up hazily and looked around hazily, but she didn't see Zhang Chen. She thought he went to wash the dishes and didn't come back. When she saw the clothes on his body, she thought Zhang Chen should have come back, so he Where have you gone? Before Xiao Zhao could figure it out, he fell asleep again.

She told her aunt earlier that she had no reaction, but in fact she did. That is, this year is different from the past. In addition to being very good at eating, she is also particularly prone to sleepiness. She always seems to not get enough sleep every day. Sitting there, as long as she feels like sitting I felt comfortable, and soon my eyelids drooped and I yawned again and again.

When Xiao Zhao really woke up, she looked at her watch and saw that it was already half past three.

She sat up and saw the lunch box lying quietly on the table, but Zhang Chen was not sitting at the table, and his shadow was not seen in the stall. Xiao Zhao stood up, thinking that he had gone to the next stall to chat, and left. Go to the cross passage and take a look. Both A Yong and Feng Zhen are still sleeping.

Next door to them is an old lady from Wenzhou. She is over 70 years old. She is purely here to see the stalls. She can only speak and understand Wenzhou dialect, so she usually has no communication at all with the stalls around her. If she doesn't do business, her daughter who lives in the old market will come over to make clothes samples every other week or ten days.

Xiao Zhao looked towards her booth. She was holding a fly swatter and chasing a fly. When she saw Xiao Zhao, she smiled at her. All their exchanges could only end with a smile or a nod. If you go further, no matter what you say, the old lady will always look blank, so you can only retract the extended tentacles.

The main passage is very wide, separated by a main passage, just like the Chu River and Han boundary. The people on both sides of the passage are neighbors on the opposite side, but they don't know each other at all. They have no boundaries at all, and they only interact with the people next to them. There will be intersections among people in the passage.

Not only were they unfamiliar with the stalls facing each other across the main aisle, but they were also unfamiliar with the owner of another seven-shaped stall that shared a back wall with their stall, because they were usually in their own stalls and would not know each other. Face to face, unlike Fengzhen and Ayong, who look up and see each other every day, it's impossible for you not to be familiar with them.

Xiao Zhao stood in the passage for a while without seeing Zhang Chen. She walked back, put away the recliner, and sat on the chair in front of the table.

She reached out and flipped through the magazines on the table. These magazines were brought back by Zhang Chen every day, including "Geographical Knowledge", "Aviation Knowledge", "Glob" and "Science 24 Hours". She was not interested in any of these magazines. , there was only one copy of "Ruili", it seemed to be new, Xiao Zhao started to read it.

Zhang Chen came in excitedly from outside the door, holding a small blackboard in one hand and a bag in the other hand, which contained pens, advertising paints, and gouache paints. As soon as he put the things away, he wanted to go out again. Zhao knew that he was going to wash his face, so he handed over the towel.

When Xiao Zhao came back after washing her face, she had already seen clearly what was in the bag on the table. She asked, have you been home?

Zhang Chen nodded.

Xiao Zhao asked again, where did this blackboard come from?

Zhang Chen said he bought it.

"Why did you buy this?"

Zhang Chen smiled and said, "I'll draw an advertisement."

"Why draw an advertisement?"

"Hang it by the door."

"Why are you hanging it at the door?" After Xiao Zhao asked, he burst into laughter, feeling that he was the one with a hundred thousand reasons.

"To attract business." Zhang Chen said.

Xiao Zhao said "Oh" and stopped. She was thinking, how can it attract business with just a blackboard?

Zhang Chen opened the palette box, opened the paint can, picked up the brush, and started drawing on the blackboard. Fengzhen and Ayong also woke up at this time and were wandering around in the passage boredly. They also I don’t know what Zhang Chen is doing with a blackboard and a pen, not chalk. Is this a blackboard report?

They hurried over to take a look, and even the old lady from Wenzhou next door came over.

Zhang Chen quickly drew a girl with long flowing hair on the blackboard. A Yong stood beside him and marveled, shouting, "Zhang Chen, I didn't expect you had such a hand."

The old lady from Wenzhou patted Xiao Zhao on the shoulder, pointed at the blackboard, and then pointed at her, meaning that the person on the blackboard looked very similar to her. Fengzhen said beside her, "Looks like, looks like, this is Xiao Zhao."

After finishing the painting, he started writing on the side. Zhang Chen originally wanted to write "Teach you how to dress", but he felt it was inappropriate and seemed to be bragging. He wanted to write "How to dress", but he thought it was too ordinary, so he thought about it. After a while, he simply wrote: "Is there a way to match clothes?" and below it was written: "Yes!" Then he drew a finger. The advertisement was hung outside, and the finger pointed at their store.

An advertisement was painted in just ten minutes. People who were looking at it thought the painting was very beautiful. A Yong walked out and shouted, and people from other stalls also came over to take a look. I'm amazed, I didn't expect there to be a painter in our market.

Zhang Chen hung the advertisement on the pillar at the corner of the main aisle and the cross aisle. It was very eye-catching. Even the stall owner on the opposite side of the main aisle saw the colorful advertisement and came over to take a look.

After five o'clock, there were gradually some people in the market. The customers who passed by were all attracted by the advertisement. They stopped and looked at it. They were subconsciously encouraged by the finger and walked into Zhang Chen's stall. Zhang Chen greeted them. Go up.

Seeing someone coming in, Xiao Zhao simply retreated outside the store, leaving Zhang Chen to do business alone. When she was in the store, Zhang Chen was communicating with customers while looking at her from time to time. Xiao Zhao knew that this was She had influenced him to perform, so she simply walked out with a smile.

When customers go to the market, they have the same herd mentality as when they go to a restaurant. If your stall is occupied, more people will come in. After a while, their stall was crowded with four or five customers, surrounding them. Zhang Chen was chirping, and Xiao Zhao quickly walked back to help.

Fortunately, when there were more people, Zhang Chen couldn't even pay attention to Xiao Zhao. He still smiled and dealt with every woman calmly and made witty remarks. Xiao Zhao was just beside him, acting as his assistant, folding clothes and folding clothes. When someone wants to buy, settle the bill and collect the money.

There are many people in the stall, and another advantage is that the customers are not so good at counter-offering. They probably feel that they don’t want to look like a sour bank account in front of many people. Moreover, those who are hesitant, see When others pay, she will also make up her mind to pay.

After this wave of small climax, they did six more businesses. Xiao Zhao and Zhang Chen said, what’s mine is mine, and Zhang Chen said yes, what’s yours.

Xiao Zhao recorded all six transactions in the account book, closed the drawer with a smile, and turned around to look at it inadvertently. Xiao Zhao's heart skipped a beat. She saw Feng Zhen looking at them with a very ugly expression on her face. Then I remembered that she didn't even open an egg today. In her own words, she was still a tough egg.

Zhang Chen sat down next to Xiao Zhao, grinning. Xiao Zhao deliberately raised his voice and cursed: "Why are you laughing? I'm selling everything at a loss. I'm losing money to death. I almost want to cry." , you can still laugh!”

Zhang Chen was stunned and thought to himself, where is the loss? Didn't every item make money? These six items made a little more than those sold in the morning and noon. Zhang Chen said: "Why..."

Xiao Zhao twisted on his thigh, then winked and nuzzled in Fengzhen's direction. Zhang Chen understood. He looked at the opposite side. Fengzhen was walking toward the stall with a dark face. The mannequin is being moved here.

Xiao Zhao stood up and wanted to joke with Feng Zhen. Feng Zhen had already turned off the lights in the stall and pulled down the rolling shutter. Xiao Zhao stood at the door. Feng Zhen didn't even look at her and said nothing. He walked away without a sound.

Ayong came over, looked at Fengzhen's stall, and asked Xiaozhao, this old waiter didn't even open the eggs today, why did he go back early?

Xiao Zhao could only smile.

Ayong came over and said to Zhang Chen, your business is good today, but I am still a fucking egg.

Xiao Zhao quickly said: "We are unloading the goods, and we are selling them at a loss. If we don't sell them, they will all be stuck."

Ayong scolded: "I unload the goods every fucking day and no one wants it. No one asks, this is a ghost market."

Zhang Chen and Xiao Zhao laughed. They felt that Ayong was quite smart. He didn't blame anything, only the market.

After A Yong left, Xiao Zhao lowered his voice and said to Zhang Chen, "Did you see that our business was good today and Feng Zhen was even angry?"

"Then what should we do?" Zhang Chen said, "Everyone is doing their own business. I can't help her business get better. Besides, if the business is not good, it's not our fault, right?"

Xiao Zhao sighed and said, "You don't understand. If I were her, I would be jealous too."

Zhang Chen smiled and said: "Then we won't sell anything from tomorrow on, just like her, eating eggs every day?"

Xiao Zhao frowned and thought for a while, then she shook her head and said, "Forget it, you're right, we are running our own business, we can't care what she thinks, and we can't control it. It's just that we have business." Don’t be so happy when the time comes, that will irritate people even more, do you understand?”

Zhang Chen said okay, I got it. After I finished a business, I burst into tears.