The man pursed the cigarette in his mouth and glanced at him: "Where is the bottle?"

Where does he still have a bottle?

He looked at the white plastic pot under the counter and said, "How much does this cost? Give me a plastic pot!"

"Pack of 10 for 1 piece 2."

"Okay, hit me!"

Yang Xiaole nodded, took out 10 yuan and a 5-pound gas stamp and handed them over.

The other party took out a new white rectangular plastic oil can from the bottom of the cabinet, installed the funnel, and picked up a large oil pick.

Hit the oil tank five times in a row.

He blew on the cigarette in his mouth and put it on the counter.

"6 cents per pound, 1 yuan 2 for a plastic pot, exactly 4.5 yuan, I'll give you 5 yuan 5."

"Thank you!"

Yang Xiaole knew that the weight of the money should be about the same, so he took the money, thanked him, and left with the things.

After leaving the grocery store, Yang Xiaole felt a little hungry.

It's past six o'clock now, and it's almost dark.

He just made nonsense that his father was waiting for him, so of course he couldn't go back.

In such a large living area, there is naturally not just one restaurant.

Perhaps due to the original planning issues, the layout of the entire living area feels a bit messy, not the rational layout I imagined.

The place is actually quite small.

There are several large bathhouses alone, after all, there are so many people!

We came to a restaurant and there were several tables of people eating there, mostly girls and a few boys.

There aren't many dishes left.

I ordered a piece of pork belly, a plate of fried water spinach, and three ounces of rice.

The laughter of those in the restaurant.

A few people were still singing there.

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Just as pear blossoms are blooming all over the world, soft gauze floats on the river;

Katyusha stood on the steep bank, singing like bright spring light.

The girl sang beautiful songs, she was singing about the eagle on the grassland;

She is singing about her beloved, and she also hides her lover's letters.

…………

He was very familiar with this song. It was Katyusha from Big Brother Sulian. Most people nowadays, from adults to children, can hum it.

He is not in the mood to watch now, and is thinking about how to deal with his uncle Yang Guangchun when he goes back!

Until he finished eating, he didn't think of a complete solution.

A lie must be 90% true and 100% false to make people believe that you are just talking nonsense. How can you not fall behind?

Headache!

After eating a full meal, I left the restaurant and was still thinking about this matter!

Teacher Luo!

Uncle!

Suddenly Yang Xiaole's eyes lit up, maybe he could find a breakthrough between the two people.

Thinking of this, he was ready to go back.

As for the scenery here, he was not in the mood to play.

Riding a bicycle and running towards the city.

It was already around seven o'clock, and it was completely dark outside.

The textile factory was originally located in the suburbs, and there were no street lights on the road. It was barely visible by relying on a little moonlight and the lights of the roadside factories.

Along the road, you can see many children in the nearby woods sporadically, holding torches or miner's lamps to catch cicadas nearby.

I wanted to join in the fun, but after thinking about it I decided not to.

As I rode my bicycle back to the city, it was already close to seven o'clock and it was already dark.

Passing by the alley, there are many people at the gate of the courtyard holding small benches, wearing vests, holding cattail fans, fanning themselves to repel mosquitoes, and chatting at the same time.

As an imperial capital, it has a large population.

Naturally, they would not be reluctant to light kerosene and turn off the lights and go to sleep as soon as it gets dark in the countryside.

After working all day, some people still need to go out and relax.

Restaurants, teahouses, theaters, cinemas, department stores...many places are not closed yet!

(Starting from July, after the overpass red flag competition, the commercial service industry will adopt a 10-hour working day.)

There are no very tall buildings in the entire imperial capital, and there is no such strong sense of oppression.

Yang Xiaole returned to the city and kept staring at his surroundings, fearing that his uncle would somehow get out of some knot.

The Imperial Capital is a big place, but it is also quite small.
Chapter completed!