Regardless of whether it is a market or not, the land is on a first-come, first-served basis and there are no fixed stalls. However, if the land in front of the unit gate is occupied by a family member of the unit, others will not dare to occupy it.
For example, from the moment Yang Ji's family occupied the stall, it was as if they had bought it and only their family could set up the stall.
Zhou Quan followed his daughter's instructions and placed the stall on the south side of the gate, with the Yang family stall on the north side.
When something is there, it occupies a place.
Zhou Yu didn't even need his sister to kick him to get up early to make breakfast.
I was even worried about why my dad came home so late today.
Zhou wanted to pull her wrist over, but when he saw that the hour and minute hands were both pointing to six, he let go of her hand.
"Dad won't be back until he's finished cleaning the workshop. Can you check if you've got everything you need?"
After sending his second sister away, Zhou wanted to conjure up some well water for his eldest brother to drink.
"After breakfast, we'll go with my second sister to set up the stall. You can sit on the cool bed in the back and watch. If you see anyone taking advantage of the chaos to refuse payment or steal clothes, shout 'Catch the thief!'"
Zhou Niao smiled, "Okay! My eyes are sharp!"
He returned the wine bottle to his sister and went to wash up, without ever asking why there was a hemp rope wrapped around the wine bottle.
Zhou Quan went home to have breakfast amid his eldest daughter's eager anticipation.
"Dad is back? Hurry up and wash up. I've got some hot water for you in the bathroom!"
Zhou Quan looked at his enthusiastic daughter and thought, the sun is rising from the west?
Mother Zhou patted the stunned Zhou Quan with amusement, "Go! The second son can't wait to set up a stall on the street."
Zhou Quan felt it was not good to discourage his eldest daughter's enthusiasm, so he cooperated and quickened the pace of washing.
At half past seven, Zhou Yu carried the large bundle wrapped in a sheet on his back and said, "Brother, sister, hurry up."
"Second sister, it's only half past seven."
"During market hours, the streets are packed with people at six o'clock."
"Most of them are stall owners and people buying vegetables. Have you ever seen anyone buying clothes at 7 or 8 o'clock?"
"Never mind. I'll know next time. I'll go early today."
Zhou Xiang went into the house and fiddled with it for a few minutes, then came out and picked up the mirror. Zhou Niao, holding several pieces of wood of different lengths and a tripod, accompanied Zhou Yu to set up the stall.
The market is actually a main street of the town, running north-south, about 600 meters long and 8 meters wide.
The gate of the food station is about 200 meters away from the south end. To the north, on the east side of the road is the supply and marketing cooperative store, and to the west side of the road are the cultural center store and the post and telecommunications bureau store.
At the northernmost end is the east-west vegetable market. In fact, the busiest places are the supply and marketing cooperative store and the vegetable market.
The reason why Zhou Xiang asked his second sister to set up the stall at the southern end was, firstly, because his family was a food station family and had the right to occupy the land, and secondly, because this area was far from the vegetable market, and when parents who bought vegetables came here, their hands were basically clean.
People these days don't care about things and will touch anything regardless of whether their hands are dirty or not. This is one of the reasons why sales clerks in department stores and supply and marketing cooperatives are often sarcastic and unwilling to show things to customers.
Thirdly, there are fewer people at the south end, so they can take care of it.
When Zhou Xiang found his own summer bed, he was so angry that he laughed. His father had occupied the place at three in the morning, and the summer bed must have been placed horizontally along the street!
Now it has become vertical, with only the width of the sunbed facing the street.
To the south of the cool bed are small sundries, winnowing baskets, straw mats and straw hats. These three stalls are simply a piece of plastic cloth spread on the ground.
Further on was a summer bed, and the man selling cloth was none other than Yang Ji's uncle Hu Wendong.
Zhou Yu was furious and was about to rush over to chase them away. Zhou wanted to stop her. Arguing before the store even opened? Was the business still going to continue?
Leaning the mirror against the wall outside the gate, she walked over to the small grocery store owner and asked, "Uncle, who moved this summer bed in this direction?"
The stall owner knew that the owner of the bed had arrived, and since the girl was so polite, he said embarrassedly, "It was the cloth seller over there who told us that this bed doesn't sell much and takes up a lot of space, so he told us not to worry about it.
We arrived too late and couldn’t find a place to set up our stall.”
Zhou Xiang didn't even look at Hu Wendong. He must have known that the cool bed belonged to him, so he said that.
"Uncle, we are family members of this station, and I don't know the person who told you. Forget it this time. All of you should squeeze south and squeeze out some space for me."
The small department store owner and two other stall owners felt embarrassed and quickly moved their stalls south.
Zhou Xiang walked up to Hu Wendong and said, "Please move your bed a little to the south. My summer bed can't fit in there anymore."
Hu Wendong pretended not to hear, and Zhou Xiang said it again.
Hu Wendong looked down at her, "Why?"
Before Zhou Xiang could lose his temper, the owner of the small sundry goods stall and the owner of the straw hat stall immediately came to both sides of Hu Wendong's stall and lifted his summer bed to the south.
The owner of the winnowing basket stall also advised Hu Wen to move his stall southeast to the south.
This action immediately created a distance of one meter.
Zhou Xiang smiled and thanked him, "Thank you, three uncles."
The three people said embarrassedly: "We are sorry for occupying your place."
"It's okay, it's okay, it will come out if we squeeze in. Harmony brings wealth!"
After saying that, he looked at Hu Wendong.
Hu Wendong couldn't get angry after being treated like this by the three people. Seeing Zhou looking at him provocatively, he wanted to get angry but was afraid of being kicked out of the food station. He had been setting up his stall here for several months and had many repeat customers, so he could only endure it.
Zhou Xiang waved to his second sister and eldest brother.
Zhou Niao moved a pile of wood to the empty space and installed the display clothes rack in a few seconds.
In order to ensure the speed of setting up the stall, my second sister and eldest brother took down and put up the shelf yesterday.
Zhou Yu placed the package on the cool bed, opened it, took out the skirts that had been hung on the clothesline, and hung them one by one on the display rack.
Zhou wanted to place the tripod behind the bed, which was at the entrance of the food station, so it would be less crowded and safer. Then he wanted to place the mirror on the tripod.
As the beautiful skirts were hung up one by one, they immediately attracted women to come and watch.
Zhou wanted to push his second sister, signaling her to go forward and greet the guests.
Who would have thought that after being excited at home for two days, when the real thing came, she would back down.
Look at the old ladies and aunts who were reaching out to touch the clothes, and then look at my second sister who didn't dare to open her mouth.
Zhou Xiang had no choice but to take action himself.
"Dear sisters and aunts, these skirts of ours were brought back from big cities. They are of novel styles and high-end fabrics.
Because it is out of stock, so I am selling it. Original price is 40, now price is 25."
Zhou Xiang's offer scared away several black hands.
"It's so expensive? It costs more than half a month's salary."
"That's right, the most expensive clothes in the supply and marketing cooperative are only seven or eight yuan."
"Auntie, you can't say that. What we sell is fabric and style. For example, if the clothes from the supply and marketing cooperative and our clothes were the same price, which one would you choose?"
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