This is true. During this period, all meat products in Sanshui County were sold in stores affiliated to food companies.

Fresh pork requires meat stamps, and depending on the season, it sells for 70.1 cents or 74 cents per pound.

Since people from Jiangnan and Shanghai don’t eat pig head meat very much, there is more pig head meat from Jiangbei.

Therefore, there is no need to plan to open the supply of cooked pork head meat in Sanshui County. It costs 50 cents per pound, and there will be long queues in front of the few stores every afternoon.

There are people scolding me every day in front of the store. For no other reason than when I see customers constantly going in without queuing up to choose the cut of pork head, the people queuing up are scolding me viciously.

For example, how can I not eat you to death? How can I eat your whole family to death? Greetings to other women and eighteen generations of ancestors, and so on.

But most of the people in line didn't dare to jump out and curse, they just hid in the crowd and secretly vented their anger.

Because if the salesperson selling pork head meat discovers it, the worst part will definitely belong to him. If you dare to say no, the salesperson will directly call the next person and not sell it to you.

What should I do if I am bullied by a salesperson? File a complaint against him! Bah! Who dares?

Those who have the ability don't need to queue up. The vast majority of people queuing up are disadvantaged people. They basically swallow their anger and smile.

In this era, under normal circumstances, even if there are tens or hundreds of customers queuing up, they will not share the same hatred, because no one is willing to publicly offend the meat salesperson for fear of suffering a loss when it is their turn.

If there are private delicacies that sell delicious and affordable delicacies, they can overwhelm state-owned and collective deli shops simply by relying on their service attitude.

It seems that opening a small shop selling thirteen-flavor crayfish is very practical. It can have dozens of customers a day and earn more than ten or twenty yuan.

At this time, Sanshui County has not yet implemented the joint production contract responsibility system, and households worth 10,000 yuan have not yet appeared.

If you really have such an income in one day, you can earn the monthly wages of more than a dozen ordinary workers in a month. This will not only help you get rid of poverty, but also make you rich.

Huang Han urgently needs a small storefront and money to buy a house. He must ensure that he can earn more than 120 yuan a month from selling tea eggs.

After dinner, Huang Han took the little girl and Huang Xin to the street as usual and left Zhang Fangfen at home to finish the sewing work.

When his parents found out that Huang Han was participating in the stall and the tea eggs were selling out very quickly and it would not delay his studies, they no longer objected.

When Huang Han arrived at his old place, he found that there were already people surrounding him. He felt a little bit in his heart, thinking that a tea egg seller had finally appeared to grab the business.

"Little girl, I heard you singing the day before yesterday, why don't you sing today?"

"We are here to help our classmates sell tea eggs, but they haven't come yet!"

"We will buy a few tea eggs anyway, so you don't have to wait, you can start singing first! Young and old, what do you think?"

"good……"

"No, uncle, aunt, please don't surround us. We can't even see outside."

"Little girl, you don't have to look anymore. I've already seen your classmates. Everyone, give way and let them in. My child, have you remembered the lyrics to "Olive Tree"?"

"Bring it, bring it, uncle, don't worry, I'll give it to you later."

"Well! I'm not in a hurry, I'm still waiting to listen to the song!"

Seeing Huang Han, Zhang Chunmei smiled broadly and said, "Gee...Huang Han, we came earlier than you today. Before we even shouted, there were already a lot of people around."

"Thank you, how about you sing a song first to liven up the atmosphere?"

"okay!"

What followed was singing, applause, and laughter. This place became the liveliest place outside the cinema. One hundred and fifty tea eggs were sold faster this time, and there were many fewer customers.

That's because customers who spent 30 cents or 50 cents on the tea eggs asked for the lyrics copied by Huang Han. There were very few customers who only bought one or two.

All the tea eggs have been bought, but Huang Han hasn’t sang yet! The customers refused and unanimously asked to listen to "Olive Tree".

Huang Han knew that he had to protect these customer groups, so he didn't rush home. He sang the song seriously and received bursts of applause and cheers.

Suddenly, Huang Han found a familiar figure in the crowd. She smiled without saying anything, then waved and turned away.

Zhang Chunmei said: "Huang Han, I saw Shen Xiaorong. She should have followed her mother."

Liu Xiaoli said: "I saw it too. She stood for a long time, silently listening to Huang Han's singing. Huang Han, your song "Olive Tree" is so beautiful. Where did you learn it?"

"Of course I listened to the radio at the neighbor's house. If you want to learn how to go to school on Monday, I can teach you."

"We also want the lyrics to 'Olive Tree'."

"Okay, I'll write it to you on the spot on Monday!"

"Okay! Okay! Then let's go home. Goodbye."

The three little girls were very happy and walked happily on the way home, humming "Don't ask me where I come from..." along the way.

Zhang's mother said: "This song is really nice. That kid Huang Han can sing it better than you."

"We are just learning it. Once we learn it, we won't be any worse at singing than him."

"Huang Han sang very passionately and emotionally. It may be because his family's financial situation is not good and he is more able to feel the warmth and warmth of human relationships. I'm afraid you can't sing that kind of flavor."

Zhang Chunmei was not convinced and said: "Mom, we can also sing with sad emotions and sing the sadness of wanderers missing their hometown."

"The problem is that you don't understand what sorrow and sadness are at all, so it's hard to pretend like it!"

"Mom, why are you looking down on people? They can play Xiao Hua so realistically. Do they really have the same experience as Xiao Hua?"

"That makes sense, okay! Mom is wrong, you must be able to do it."

On the way home, Mother Shen looked at her daughter and asked, "Did you go to the street specifically to watch those children sing today? They are all classmates in your class, right?"

"They are from classes 3 and 4 next door."

"That's right. That tall girl is also the squad leader. She shouldn't be in the same class as you. She should be the monitor of Class 3 or 4, right?"

"Yes! Her name is Zhang Chunmei."

"What's the name of that male classmate?"

Suddenly, Shen Xiaorong blushed and said, "He is the storyteller Huang Han."

"It turns out it's him, no wonder he's different!"

"Mom, you think so too!"

"Well! How are the child's grades?"

"My previous grades were relatively poor, probably below average, but this time I was only one point lower than me in the midterm exam."

"Ah? Such a thing actually happens? Has any classmate in your school ever made such rapid progress in one go?"

"It's never happened before, so I'm curious!"

"The students in Classes 3 and 4 seem to be very united! The class president is so elegant and generous, like a little grown-up, and quite cute. What score did she get in the mid-term exam?"

"She is only one point less than me, but I'm definitely not as good at singing as her, and I'm definitely embarrassed to sing on the street to help Huang Han's family sell tea eggs."

"Everyone has their own strengths. You can't sing as well as her, but you can play the piano well! There should be hundreds of children in your school who can sing, but I'm afraid there are only a few who can play the piano!"

"There are not many. There is only one old piano in the school. The teacher treats it like a treasure. Basically, no students dare to touch it. How can they learn to play the piano? It would be great to learn the accordion."

"You have long fingers and a high level of understanding. You must study hard and practice hard. Playing the piano can not only cultivate your sentiments, but also improve your cultivation and quality."

"Mom, I understand all this, but it's a pity that I am the only one in school who is studying seriously. The others spend three days fishing and two days drying nets, which makes them a little boring."

"People who want to learn don't have the conditions. I haven't heard of any piano in Sanshui County yet. It seems that there aren't many teachers in Sanshui County who can teach piano."

"I can practice at home and at school, but I don't know if I'm good at it."

"That's right, why doesn't your school train a few more classmates?"

"I don't know. Maybe you are afraid that other students will damage the piano?"
Chapter completed!