After selling rice noodles for the whole morning, the income was good, which was similar to Liu Changan's expectation. But he felt that there would be a repeat customer tomorrow, which was a good start.
Zhou Shuling was going to close the stall in the afternoon. Of course, Liu Changan would not insist on selling more rice noodles. In fact, after noon, fewer people came out to eat rice noodles. He sold more rice noodles at noon than in the morning. For many people, eating rice noodles for 10 yuan in the morning was not as worthwhile as eating rice noodles for lunch.
For breakfast, a cup of soy milk and three to five yuan of dumplings or rolls were enough. For lunch, a meal of rice noodles for 10 yuan was considered a proper meal.
Liu Changan did not go home directly. Instead, he went to the stone market. The world was full of raw stones, stone materials, stone building materials, decoration and sculpture products, etc. It took him a long time to find two stone mills.
"Do you want it? I'll send it to you." The shop owner said with a smile, "This thing has been on display for ten years, but no one wants it. It was carved by my Lao Yu when he was bored."
Of course, Liu Changan wanted it. The shop owner found a small truck and arranged for it to be sent over. Liu Changan originally wanted to carry it back himself, but it was too eye-catching. He didn't want to save money. He originally thought that if he didn't need to deliver it, the shop owner would at least give him a 20 yuan discount.
The stone mill was popularized in the Eastern Han Dynasty. From the modern point of view, it was naturally ancient and primitive with low kinetic energy conversion efficiency. But at that time, it promoted the diversification of people's food. The five grains that were ground by the stone mill could be made into a variety of food. For example, soy milk was a beverage that was born after the stone mill was invented and popularized.
After returning home, Liu Changan took two benches to set up the stone mill. He put a big basin under it. He poured soaked old rice into the stone mill and pushed the stone mill to grind the rice noodles.
He used old rice not to save costs, but the rice noodles made from old rice noodles had special chewiness.
As the saying goes, money makes the devil push the millstone. Liu Changan always felt that he was much more powerful than the devil. But to make money, he also had to push the millstone. It was just that it was extremely easy for him.
Once he earned enough money, he would be able to buy little hens. Once he bought the little hens, he would be able to continue feeding the Shangguan Family's little girl. The coffin would no longer crazily absorb vitality and blood energy, and the world would be much more peaceful.
As Liu Changan pushed the mill, he saw a small Ultraman carrying a backpack coming back from kindergarten. His hands swayed left and right as he walked home with the gait of a PLA uncle.
This little Ultraman was of course Zhou Dongdong, she wore an Ultraman mask that just happened to hide her face.
Liu Changan no longer saw her twirling her arms like a small plane as she walked. There was no doubt that this was her injured state after receiving a heavy blow from the airplane dance.
"Brother Changan, is this a stone wheel?" This is the first time Zhou Dongdong has seen a stone mill. After all, she is still a child and has not seen much. Even if she knows that there are aliens like Ultraman in the world, she does not know what a stone mill is.
"No, it's something to bully stupid kids," Liu Changan said.
Zhou Dongdong turned pale with fright. Although she firmly believed that she was a witty and brave child, she suddenly felt the horror of this strange thing in front of her.
"How to bully … how to bully me?" Zhou Dongdong quickly shook her head and vigilantly asked, "No, how to bully other stupid children?"
"Because stupid children are not good at reading and learning, so they can only do hard work. Let her push the mill. She has to grind this big bag of rice into powder before she can eat."
Zhou Dongdong hurriedly carried her backpack and went home to study.
Liu Changan grinded the rice for the whole afternoon. In the evening, he did not see Zhou Dongdong go downstairs. Zhou Shuling said that Zhou Dongdong has been reading picture books at home.
Liu Changan received a message in the evening. It was a video of Liu Changan singing "Demon Enchanted" that day. It was also accompanied by a text message:
"Uncle, look at how good this Liu Changan is at flirting with girls. He must have trained his skills on countless girls."
"That's nothing. As a male animal, he is born to capture females for reproduction. Only in this way can he get more opportunities to inherit his genes. It can be said that the better a man is at flirting with girls, the better he is in genetics. It's not his fault. Many behaviors between men and women are actually determined by their genes."
"Why do you always speak up for Liu Changan? You should be on my side. "
"Then why do you always say that your boyfriend is wrong and ask me to stand on your side to criticize your boyfriend? Are you looking for a reason to kick him and then be with me?"
"No! Even if I kick him, I will not be with you. You are an uncle. You can't tease little girls like this! "
"After all, there is an age gap between us. As friends, there is still a generation gap. For example, the way we look at your boyfriend is completely different."
"It's not a generation gap. It's just … just different positions and perspectives."
"I think your mother and I can talk more."
"Maybe. Do you want me to give you my mother's WeChat?"
"No, we are not familiar with each other. We middle-aged people rarely add strangers on WeChat. For strangers who do not have social relationships, exchanging WeChat like this is often a kind of introduction. Otherwise, middle-aged people are very realistic and do not have so much time and energy to chat with strangers."
"It's not like what you think! I took the initiative to give my mother's WeChat. You don't want it? "
"No."
"Goodbye!"
Liu Changan ended the conversation. He went to put the little hen he bought this afternoon into the coffin. He had earned money from selling the chicken powder. He could let the little girl Shangguan eat more. Maybe she could wake up sooner.
Liu Changan left the carriage and went to the room of the young man who monitored him. He knocked on the door, but there was no movement. He listened carefully and there was no sound. It seemed that the young man had left.
Liu Changan felt a little regretful, but he did not care too much. After all, he really wanted to know who the people who monitored him were. He did not have to beat them up and leave that day. He could have asked them a few more questions.
Perhaps, like Li Hongfang, they were instructed by Mrs. Kaensta. In this case, these people were really interested in this coffin. Fortunately, Qin Peng had prepared well. It was an armored car and such a heavy thing. It was not easy to steal this thing in such an old residential area with so many people and complicated traffic.
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