After carefully looking at the uncompromising panel three times, Yuanzhou felt aware of it. He looked at the night outside the glass window, and then looked at the time on his phone at 20:49.

Although it was so late, Yuanzhou, who could not stop being excited, began to think about the task.

"I have my own shop, and now the shop downstairs is mine. Whether it is legal or realistic, the task status is still not completed." Yuanzhou thought while gently tapping the bedside table with his fingers.

Is it because there is no sign or it is not opened?

Seeing that the system still did not respond, Yuanzhou asked directly, "What kind of standard is his own store?"

The system has a word: "Own a store that can be opened and belongs to the host."

In this way, Yuanzhou understood the standard of the task, got up and started to churn in the wardrobe.

I took out one to take a look, stuffed it back, pulled out another one, searched for a few minutes, and finally found a piece of clothing for cleaning.

Yuanzhou was stunned when he held the clothes.

The clothes are dirt-resistant and navy blue, pure cotton is comfortable to wear, and it is easy to wash. It looks like an ordinary T-shirt, but the whole side reflects the words of several peripheral noodle shops.

This dress was worn by my parents in summer when they were alive, or a cultural shirt bought at a stall when the family of three went out for fun during the Chinese New Year and then printed it on.

As for the two items of their parents, they had been burned by Yuanzhou and were buried in the cemetery together.

After changing his clothes in a few seconds, Yuanzhou thought about it and took a baseball cap and put it on, took out a towel from the bathroom, drew his slippers and went downstairs.

"Bang"

Press the dusty switch on the wall, and several light tubes emit a bright light.

The first floor is still as dirty and messy, and even the mark that just fell down is still there, and a clear side figure is particularly conspicuous on the yellow tiles.

There is a total of 30 square meters, separated from the kitchen and the lobby, and a one-meter-wide door is opened, facing the main door. There are six long red tables in the hall, one table with four chairs, but they are not in their original position now, and they are smashed by Yuanzhou, who collapsed at the time.

"Squeak"

Yuanzhou reached out and pushed a few tables, all of which made unpleasant sounds, and even a "bang" fell down.

"It seems that nothing can be used." Yuanzhou shook his head and looked at the chair carefully.

I found that only the one I had sat on was intact, but I was thrown away by the front and now it was a little shaken and I had to change them all.

The wallpaper on the wall has also fallen off. The kitchen was used in the noodle shop. A gas stove with double stoves broke when it touched the circle inside. There was also a noodle cooking bucket. I didn’t know if it was broken, but I was not ready to use it. After all, I didn’t know how to open a noodle shop.

Night falls, and stars are dotted.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, all kinds of "crackling" sounds came from the former noodle restaurant. Occasionally, passersby would take a look at it strangely, and the sounds came from the shop that didn't even have a sign.

Three and a half hours later, Yuanzhou was covered in gray all over, his face was dirty one by one, there was a spider web hanging on his hat, the towel on his hands could no longer be seen in the original color, and the feet exposed in the slippers were covered with black gray.

With this shape, I stood at the entrance of the stairs with a complacent smile on my face, and I saved money from asking the cleaner.

Looking at the clean hall and kitchen outside, of course, ignoring the various garbage piled at the door, this small shop has already taken shape.

Throw the white towel that was invisible to the original color into the garbage bag.

"Oh, my old waist in 92 years."

With his waist stretched, Yuanzhou walked upstairs. The first thing he did was to go to the bathroom to wash, so he didn't dare to enter his room at all.

Half an hour later.

Yuanzhou's hair was dripping with water, and he sat on a chair, pulled a piece of paper to start recording what he needed to do tomorrow.

He slowly tapped the table with one hand and wrote seriously with the other hand...

I arranged things for tomorrow, and regardless of whether my hair was still half dry, I fell on the bed and started to sleep. I went to fall in love with Miss Zhou without even covering it with a thin quilt.

In April, when you are in Rongcheng, the weather is just right, it is neither cold nor hot, and it is a good time to sleep.

The brain meridian said in a sharp turn that the first thing to do when you wake up is, and the answer is to open your eyes, but Yuanzhou is obviously not like this.

He closed his eyes and touched the toilet accurately. After Jiefang, he fell on the bed and continued to sleep with a "bang". Of course, he didn't open his eyes all the way.

Before he could lie on the bed for a minute, Yuanzhou suddenly opened his eyes, as if he was pressing a spring behind him, and jumped up with a "System!"

There is no answer in the system.

After seeing that the display status of the task in my mind was still not completed, Yuanzhou finally confirmed that this was not a dream.

Yuanzhou was in a good mood and started washing and preparing to complete the tasks set last night.

Standing in front of the gate, taking a deep breath, and lifting it hard to open the gate. The sound surprised the boss Tong from the dry cleaner next door.

"Ah, it's Yuanzhou, open the door and go out?"

Boss Tong is the best business shop on this street. After all, everyone now has two good clothes, so they can send them to the dry cleaning shop if they don’t wash it. Now I’m surprised to see Yuanzhou open the door. After all, it has not been opened since it was closed. This is the first time in three years.

"Aunt Tong, morning." Yuanzhou was looking at his achievements last night with satisfaction, but was interrupted by Boss Tong's voice.

"Oh, are you cleaning up the shop? Are you going to open the business? Aunt Tong will come and try what you made at that time." Boss Tong walked out of his shop and looked at the garbage piled by the door and the clean floor. Her skinny face was full of goodwill.

"Well, then thank Aunt Tong. By the way, do you still come here every day?" Yuanzhou thought that there was still a lot of scrap iron that could be used for secondary use.

After all, it is very expensive to reopen this shop to buy things. I have no other savings except the 50,000 yuan I haven't touched. No matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat, and it also saves me the hard work of throwing garbage.

"Come on, come on, are you going to sell? That person will be there for a while. I'll call you when I'm here." Boss Tong said enthusiastically.

"Then I'll trouble Aunt Tong. Then I'll find someone to repair the wallpaper and kitchen first." Yuanzhou smiled gratefully, then said another sentence before he walked away.

...

"Boss, how do you calculate this dress?"

Boss Tong, who was still feeling emotion, immediately responded and replied back to his shop when he heard about the business.

Yuanzhou, who hasn't walked through this street for a long time, observed while walking. There are many other houses on this street that are no longer the same as before, and there are several houses that are renovating and have changed their bosses.

Only I and Aunt Tong next door were left, as well as a hardware and groceries, and then a shop around the animation.

"Hey, the hardware store..." Yuanzhou walked into the hardware store after thinking about it.

"Boss Zhao, are you here?" Yuanzhou entered the store.

The hardware store has not changed much, but the things are still there, and it seems that they have not moved much.
Chapter completed!