Two red sleeves came to Chen Qi, "Hey, new face, this fruit is good, where did the young man come from?"

Chen Qi quickly stood up and replied respectfully:

"Hello, brother, I am a local from the countryside. I just sell some bayberries and peaches produced at home. I can guarantee that it is definitely not speculation."

Red Sleeve looked around and found that there was indeed no suspicious person, so he nodded:

"You can sell your own products, but you can't do business. You only have 4 baskets of fruits, right? If you can't do more, then you are doing small business. We are going to arrest you, do you understand?"
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Seeing that he was from the countryside, Hong Xiuxiao used to threaten him a few times. In fact, he didn't pay much attention to it. He was just selling a few baskets of fruit.

They have been patrolling the market for a long time, so they naturally understand that it is not easy to transport these bayberries and peaches from the mountains, and the quantities are not too large.

Chen Qi quickly nodded and bowed: "I understand, I'll leave as soon as the sale is over."

He picked up four more peaches and said, "Come on, let the two eldest brothers have a taste. These are my Mohu peaches. They are very sweet."

Seeing this country guy being so polite, the two red sleeves took the peach with a smile on their faces, "Okay, then I won't charge you the 5 cent stall fee today, let's go."

Chen Qi curled his lips and sat down again without saying a word.

After a while, several more women buying vegetables gathered around, and the two baskets of fruits were sold out immediately. Chen Qi still used his old method, quietly going to the alley to take out the fruits, and there were still four baskets.

Half an hour later, the two red sleeves went shopping again and found that the country boy was still guarding 4 baskets of fruit alone. It seemed that he had not sold them?

The two of them didn't pay attention, glanced at it, and wandered elsewhere.

As the largest vegetable market in the city, the Cao Mao Nong Farmers Market, coupled with the small merchants and hawkers along the street, takes at least half an hour to browse around, which gives Chen Qi enough time lag.

When the market closed in the evening, he sold out the "last four baskets" of fruit, patted his butt and left.

Even though he walked in a clear and calm manner, if someone looked closely, they could see that his feet were shaking slightly and his steps were hurried, just like a walking competition in later generations.

If Li Changyu were here, it would be obvious at a glance that there is definitely something wrong with this person and he has a guilty conscience.

Can Chen Qi not feel guilty? He sold a full 100 yuan worth of fruit under the nose of Hong Shouwan. If he is discovered, he can be arrested and sentenced directly.

So he had to escape from this place of right and wrong quickly.

After leaving the Straw Hat Alley, running across the Dayun Bridge, and staying away from the red sleeves, Chen Qicai found an alley and sat down, breathing heavily.

He was so excited. It turns out that doing business is so exciting, it turns out that making money is so easy, and he went to a shitty medical school. How great would it be to be a gangster in the 1980s?

Thinking of this, Chen Qi couldn't help shouting a few times, causing the residents nearby to stick their heads out, "Ning Ning, your brain cells are strong, and you have a great air!"

The door slammed shut again.

City people are really snobbish.

Chen Qi didn't take it seriously. At this time, his stomach was already growling. He ate a sweet potato during the fruit sales. The silly elder sister gave it to him before he left.

This stuff smells really good when I first eat it, but if I eat too much, I really want to vomit.

Now that we are in the city, how can we miss delicious food?

Chen Qi inherited the memory of his predecessor and knew that there were several century-old hotels closest to him.

For example, "Tongxinlou" is famous for its pan-fried buns, "Ronglu Chun" is famous for crab roe dumplings, and "Lanxiang Pavilion" is famous for various noodles.

In the past, Chen Qi had no money in his pocket, so every time he passed by, he could only salute with attention and then smell it, feeling as satisfied as fellow countryman Ah Q.

Now Chen Qi has a huge sum of 100 yuan hidden in his pocket. What's wrong with eating a bowl of shredded pork noodles? He also wants 10 fried buns to live a new life and he can no longer starve to death.

When Chen Qi walked into the nearest Lanxiang restaurant, he found that it was an antique restaurant.

The first floor is full of various snacks, especially noodles, which are the most famous. The second and third floors are for stir-fries, which are not accessible to ordinary people.

After Chen Qi entered the door, he sat at a table and waited for the waiter to ask what he wanted to eat. However, after waiting for a long time, no one came up to ask, and he was very dissatisfied.

"I knew that the waiters had bad attitudes in the 1980s, but I didn't expect them to be so bad. They waited for a long time and didn't come to serve customers."

"Hey, waiter, here, here," Chen Qi shouted to an older lady who was clearing away the dishes.

The elder sister looked around, walked over, threw the rag on the table, and started cursing at the top of her voice:

"What are you shouting? What are you shouting? Do you understand the dining rules? You are yelling in the lobby, country people are really ignorant."

"I..."

Chen Qi thought it was amazing. Before he could question their service, he was scolded by the waiter, and all the country people came.

"I mean this aunt?"

"Who's aunt? Who's aunt? Is I that old? I'm blind!"

"You, you..."

"What are you? When a countryman comes to the city, he thinks he is an uncle? What, do you want some maids to serve you? Who do you think you are? Now is the new society, everyone is the master of the country, and everyone is the master of the country.

Get rid of your dirty old thoughts!"

Hi, Chen Qi is a man with a good temper, but now he is very angry.

"I said to this auntie, don't I just want to eat a bowl of noodles? What about you? It's not like I won't pay."

This waiter had obviously seen many country guys like Chen Qi, and he immediately sneered:

"Are you rich? You have money for nothing. Do you see, where is this place? This is a state-owned hotel. You need food stamps to eat. Do you have any? A country boy dares to come to Lanzhou if he only has a few cents in his pocket.

Is this the place you should come to?"

Food stamps?

Chen Qi instantly remembered that in the early 1980s, there were still food stamps, oil stamps, cloth stamps, etc. It didn't matter in other places. You had to use the ticket to make purchases in state-owned restaurants and state-owned stores.

Seeing Chen Qi dumbly there, the waiter got even more excited:

"Don't you have a ticket? I know you're a country bumpkin, so get out of here."

The other customers dining next to him were also not surprised. Everyone smiled and lowered their heads to eat the noodles. The slurping sound made Chen Qi so greedy that he burst into tears.

It used to be that I didn’t have the money to be criticized, but now that I have money, I still suffer from the criticism. Don’t I just want to eat a bowl of noodles? Is it easy for me?

Seeing how pitiful he was, a middle-aged cadre-like man next to him couldn't bear it and came over and said:

"Young man, you don't have food stamps, but you still have somewhere to eat. You leave the noodle shop and walk south. There is Cangqiao Street over there. There is an old couple selling noodles, but the price is a little more expensive."
Chapter completed!