Although he didn't eat the hot noodle soup, he had two pancakes, and they were white flour pancakes. Liu Fulin felt that it didn't matter whether he drank the noodle soup or not.

Gu Siwei was even more indifferent. He used to worry that in addition to a shabby house, there was only a shabby bed, and the only utensil at home was a ladle, which was made of half an old gourd.

If this can be considered a tool.

It's done now. We have a pot. Although it's a small pot, it's still a pot, right? We also have bowls. There are seven or eight large bowls with water, which is enough no matter how you look at it.

In addition to pots and bowls, there are also two or three basins, all of which are enamel basins, deep and covered.

Not to mention other things to eat and drink.

There was no food in the restaurant, so the two tightened their belts and headed to the oil extraction area.

Needless to say, the oil extraction place is also state-owned, and there are also serious people holding iron rice bowls. It’s just that here they are all old men, three of them in total, all between thirty and forty, although for Gu Siwei Liang

People like to ignore each other, but they didn't criticize the two of them, or directly scorned them.

It's just that the door opened a little late. It's past seven o'clock when it's time to go to work. These people opened the door slowly at a quarter past eight o'clock.

It was not just Gu Siwei and two other people who came to press the oil, there were also about twenty people. In addition to the oil presses, there were also those who pressed the noodles, Yishuier Bangzi Noodles.

It's natural to queue up. There's nothing to say about it. Just queue up honestly.

Queuing is not an uncomfortable thing for Liu Fulin. He knows many people and chats while queuing. The content of the chat is mainly related to Gu Siwei, because Gu Siwei's appearance is really outstanding.

Fortunately, there are almost no oil-extracting men in the machine, otherwise Siwei would definitely have to go on a blind date.

For Gu Siwei, it's a bit boring, and it's hard to get angry. You can't just talk to others because they praise him for his good looks.

So Gu Siwei decided to go for a walk first.

It was also purposeful, because Gu Siwei was eyeing a store not far away. The door of the store was similar to that of a hotel. The word "state-owned" was the standard, and the red flag store was the name of the store.

Of course, Gu Siwei was not just wandering around.

No camera!

Again: no cameras.

Of course, Gu Siwei's conscience would not go away if he stole for nothing. If you steal other people's things when they are nice to you, even though you are making a living out of a big pot at the moment, according to Gu Siwei's theory, the things in the store belong to the country, and you also belong to society.

Master, the master is a little short of money right now, so I might as well borrow some of my own things.

But there is one thing. If you borrow it yourself, the salesperson will definitely be unlucky. He will cheat others for no reason, which will cause a little harm to the conscience of Gu Siwei.

Therefore, Gu Siwei drew a line in his mind: If the salesperson has a good temper and does not hurt himself with his eyes or words, then let this matter go. If he looks displeased with him, then he cannot blame him.

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If Liu Fulin knew what he was thinking at this moment, he would definitely say: You are so shameless!

Because Gu Siwei's chances of winning are too great, the salespersons in the store are all working class at the moment, and Gu Siwei is a proper farmer, let alone others, even with Gu Siwei's appearance, a Gu Siwei with a rural household registration,

If you want to marry a female worker with a city registered permanent residence, the female worker's parents will never agree.

If Gu Siwei was of average height, it would be at least 70% that the salesperson would not look at Gu Siwei seriously, unless the salesperson was in a very good mood that day.

So Gu Siwei is almost equivalent to a guaranteed win.

Gu Siwei walked towards the store.

Before we even reached the store entrance, we heard a commotion inside.

Just as he was about to go in, someone suddenly came out and almost bumped into Gu Siwei.

"You can't walk without eyes!"

A voice exploded towards Gu Siwei.

Gu Siwei didn't have a good temper, he opened his mouth to scold him, and then he was so angry that he was like an inflated toad, and he tugged away.

"Nima, why are you so angry?"

Gu Siwei said something.

After everyone left, he went directly into the store.

The store is quite small, about fifty square meters. Facing the door is a U-shaped counter. Gu Siwei has seen it in the previous time and space. It is an ordinary counter with glass front and top.

The counter was made of white wood, and the counter was divided into three levels, with different things placed on each level.

The first thing Gu Siwei saw were snacks. There were several trays on three floors, with some pasta in them, almost all of which were coated with a layer of sugar.

Gu Siwei has no interest in these things.

In addition to these, there are also cigarettes, matches, etc. Anyway, you can find almost all household items from food to drink, from clothing to daily necessities in this small shop.

There are not many products, and there are only two or three brands of each kind at most. It is not a rich variety, but in this era, the things here are really not what you want to buy.

For example, for those pastas, you need pastry tickets. To buy a box of matches, you need match tickets. To buy candy bars, you need candy tickets. In short, if you don’t have tickets and only have money, you can stay where you want to cool off.

This is a planned economy, not the market economy that will be developed in a few decades. A few decades later, they will do everything possible to make you spend money. Now, they are doing everything possible to control your enthusiasm for buying things.

In addition to Gu Siwei, there are seven or eight customers in the store, all of whom are shopping. Everyone has to laugh with them. It is the customers who laugh with them. Most of the salespersons at the counter have faces that look like they have just had a funeral at home.

Like, not smiling at all.

One of them smiled very happily, but he called the people outside the counter "fourth aunt, fifth aunt", etc. The relationship between the two parties was still useful.

As soon as Gu Siwei entered the store, he was like a flock of chickens, attracting the attention of everyone inside and outside the counter.

"This guy is so handsome!"

The thirty-year-old woman at the counter saw Gu Siwei's appearance and said with a smile.

"Hahaha, Sister Hongmei, you have such good taste, this guy is so pretty."

"Which family's boy is married?"

"Sister Junping, if you are not married, you can marry him."

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Whenever a few women get together, they have less concessions than a few gentlemen get together. The gentlemen talk about women, and the women talk about men when they get together, and they are often much more pornographic than the gentlemen.

Just like Gu Siwei, if he were colleagues with these women, they might dare to take off his pants and make fun in broad daylight.

How could Lao Gu, who was about 1.87 meters tall and tall in Yushu Linfeng, especially with a face of collagen and 16 or 17, prevent these middle-aged female comrades from flirting with her?

Everyone has a love for beauty, especially women. This is an old saying. This is a famous saying of the great writer Xun Geer.

"Young man, where are you from?"

"From Shimo Village" Gu Siwei smiled.

When all the female comrades heard about Shimo Village, the light in their eyes dimmed a bit. Many people thought: What a pity, he is a farmer.

Although the poor and lower-middle peasants are considered prosperous now, they don't even have enough to eat, and everyone else doesn't recognize them. Besides, the workers are somehow better than the peasants. Although they also don't have enough to eat, they still get a lot of money every month.

You can buy food in books.

This is white rice and noodles!

At this time, ordinary farmers had nowhere to eat, and they could only eat white rice and flour a few times throughout the year.

Therefore, Gu Siwei, who had a very good face, suddenly fell a bit in the hearts of female comrades, and the fall was quite severe. He originally had a niece, niece, etc. and wanted to rub it together.

The thought disappeared instantly.

Gu Siwei was a little helpless. It was not that he had lost the opportunity to marry a working-class girl on a blind date, but that he originally came in to get something for revenge. Now there is no one in a group of female comrades to criticize him. How can this make him tense up?

Do you want to show off your face?

In this short time, Gu Siwei really took a fancy to a lot of good things, such as the cloth on the shelf, and the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and so on.

I really wanted it, but when I came in, I drew a line for myself. Gu Siwei felt like he wanted to give himself a slap in the face now.

After looking left and right, Gu Siwei finally decided to go out. He really couldn't stand the group of gay women in the store. They were just a few female hooligans.

After leaving the store, Gu Siwei was about to return to the oil press. Who knew that as soon as he left the store, he heard a commotion outside.

I looked up and saw a group of young people wearing green military uniforms with red badges on their chests walking on the avenue, shouting slogans as they walked.

Among the young people in the queue, there were two middle-aged men who were tied up with stripes. The two middle-aged men looked like cadres at first glance. They wore blue tunic suits, blue trousers, and cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles on their feet.

At the moment, he is wearing a tall, pointed paper hat. One has the words "Zhizi Faction" written on it, and the other has "Anti-GM" written on the face.

They all had names, but the handwriting was not very good. Gu Siwei couldn't recognize the names of these two people. He only knew that one was named Liu and the other was named Li.

"Down with...".

A group of young men in military uniforms were escorting two middle-aged men, all shouting at the top of their lungs. Some of them were shouting so hard that the veins on their necks were about to pop out.

The plot he had seen on TV before appeared before his eyes. Gu Siwei originally thought that he might find it novel and interesting.

However, when he saw the appearance of the two middle-aged men, he actually lost interest in watching the excitement. To Gu Siwei, these young men in military uniforms were destroyers of social order.

Later, some people said that these ten years had ruined a whole group of people and caused the country to miss a very good opportunity for development.

I am not interested in Gu Siwei, because he is not a student of history, but as far as Gu Siwei is concerned, this matter is not interesting at all. He only sees a group of young people with chicken blood in his eyes.

"Why were Township Chief Liu and Secretary Li dragged out by the soldiers to fight again?"

"Hey, didn't this fight just end yesterday?"

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Chapter completed!