The spring river is warm and the duck is prophet, and changes in national policies are often the most experiencing the people at the bottom.

Turning around a street, there was a spontaneous market here.

There are small vendors who set up stalls on both sides of the street, and most of them sell sweet potatoes, potatoes, cabbage and other crops produced in their own fields, as well as various mountain products.

Zhang Lang had only heard of such a market before, but he had never personally experienced it.

It just so happened that Zhang Lang was excited to set up a market.

The market is not big, but it is a wide variety, which can be said to be dazzling. In addition to various crops and various mountain products, people also took out their own insoles, squid grass and boots made of leather.

Various snacks fried cakes, roasted sweet potatoes, roasted corn, candied haws, hawking sounds and bargaining sounds are intertwined, making this small market full of vitality.

Zhang Lang walked around this small market, feeling the strong rural atmosphere in the market, and experiencing the vigorous hope full of vitality.

I unknowingly bought a lot of things that I couldn't use.

We can't blame Zhang Lang for his unprecedented appearance. His birth came with disaster.

Born in 1959, that year happened to be the year when the national food shortage began. When the food shortage passed, another ten years of darkness followed. In which dark era, people were even careful in dreaming, and where was there a legendary food like a market?

Before the darkness ended, Zhang Lang joined the army and left. In his previous life, until China's eighth major disarmament in 1985, Zhang Lang transferred from the army. At that time, he was almost thirty years old. As a leader who was not big or small, he had no time to go to the market.

Therefore, the market has always existed in the legend for Zhang Lang.

He didn't have to eat at noon, and his stomach was filled with delicious sticky bean buns, cut cakes, fried cakes, candied haws and other snacks.

"Uncle Wolf! Why are you here? Ah!"

When Zhang Lang was squatting on the ground and tasting oil tea noodles, Su Shuwang led Erlangzi and his group to the market. When he saw Zhang Lang, he shouted in surprise.

They could not imagine that Uncle Wolf, who was usually majestic, actually squatted on the ground and ate oil tea noodles.

There is nothing to eat oil tea noodles. The key is that eating oil tea noodles makes me eat it all over my face.

Erlangzi looked at Zhang Lang's funny look, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and his face turned red.

"How are you shopping? Have you had lunch?" Zhang Lang asked indifferently with his sleeves.

"No, I'm not going to eat it!" Su Shuwang wisely didn't ask Zhang Lang if he had eaten it.

"It just so happens that the oil tea noodles here are very good and authentic. I'll treat you to oil tea noodles, sticky bean buns, and fried cakes." Zhang Lang smiled and asked the boss to give everyone a bowl of oil tea noodles each.

There is one advantage in eating at the market, that is, you don’t have food coupons. Of course, you have to give food coupons, so people will be happier.

Erlangzi and the others plus Su Shuwang fifty-one were a big deal for the stall selling oil tea noodles.

The old man selling oil tea noodles was not as excited as he imagined. He looked at Zhang Lang with some embarrassment and said, "Comrade, it's not that I don't want to take on this business, the problem is that I don't have so many bowls here!"

"It's okay! How much does it count and let them eat separately."

"Okay!" The old man who bought the oil tea noodles happily agreed and went to prepare oil tea noodles for everyone.

The oil tea noodles are fried with oil and then rinse with boiling water, and the fragrance comes out. Add some white sugar, nuts, dried fruits, sesame, peanuts, and emma. It’s old and warm! It’s heart-warming and stomach-warming.

When Zhang Lang was young, he often heard from his mother about eating oil tea noodles at temple fairs. He used to pester her to make oil tea noodles for her. Maybe the environment was wrong. Although the taste was good, he could not taste the taste that her mother said.

When he came to the market to see the oil tea noodles, his first reaction was to taste the taste that his mother said.

It’s true that good snacks need to be matched with them to taste that taste.

Of course, good things must be shared with everyone. Fifty big men, standing on the street, queuing up to eat oil tea noodles, was also a scene, which attracted the attention of passers-by.

The Chinese people's love for a crowd is reflected. It has not been long, and there are hundreds of people waiting to eat oil tea noodles behind.

And there is a trend of more and more queues.

Zhang Lang led everyone who had eaten the oil tea noodles to sweep over and ate the snacks in the market all the time. He stopped until everyone said they couldn't eat them anymore.

After finishing, he led everyone to the department store of the supply and marketing cooperative, saying it was a building, in Zhang Lang's eyes, it was just a two-story small street storefront building. However, in this era, it could really be called a building.

The transportation in the mountains is inconvenient, and even the peddlers who are parading the streets are reluctant to go. Usually, some of the necessary daily necessities such as needles, oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar are sent by the village to purchase them centrally.

This time when they came out, the men from each village also took the procurement tasks of each village.

Another crazy purchase has begun. The needles used for sewing clothes are 100 packs of each model, 100 packs of ten needles.

The smelly pancreas is also a box after box.

Smelling pancreas, soap for washing clothes, made of pig pancreas plus wood ash.

Large salt particles are also a bag of bags. In this era, iodized salt is not popular, and rural areas eat large salt particles.

Such crazy purchases alarmed the entire department store, and those who came to buy things no longer bought them, and they surrounded Zhang Lang and others to watch the fun.

The salesperson knew Zhang Lang and ran to the backyard office to report to the leader, "Director Zhang, the young man who emptied our supply and marketing cooperative last time is here again."

"The young man who emptied the supply and marketing cooperative?" Zhang Changhua didn't react for a moment and repeated it, "Oh! You said it was him!" Then he reacted, and received a notice yesterday, saying that he would welcome Zhang Lang tonight.

"Okay, I know, try to satisfy what he wants. If there is not enough in the store, please transfer it from the warehouse."

In this era, the supply and marketing cooperatives are the boss of the retail industry or the seller's market. Don't expect them to treat customers as gods. If the shelves are sold out, they will be in a good mood and will adjust them from the warehouse. If they don't care about you, they will ignore you.

Anyway, they don't have to worry about selling their things.

"Wolf cub, why don't I go wherever I sit when I come? I look down on me in the squad leader?" Zhang Changhua walked into the sales hall and said with a smile.

"Oh! Squad Leader Zhang, you are wronged. I am not thinking about meeting you in the evening, because I am afraid that I will disturb the squad Leader's work. Another thing is that I am buying things. If I go and say hello to you, will you charge money or not?" Zhang Lang also said jokingly.
Chapter completed!