After hearing the voices of plants, farming in the countryside exploded

"Yeah four?"

"Oh, night market."

Feng Nuannian reacted belatedly: "But aren't we not allowed to set up roadside stalls at the night market? They are very strict."

She and Zhang Ruanruan had gone to the night market that Feng Nuannian was talking about frequently before.

The location is near the school. It is not very big, but although it is small, it is well-equipped with various types of bunks.

However, it is a strictly controlled urban area. Except for the shops built by the municipal government, street stalls are not allowed in other places. Even illegal parking of motorcycles is not allowed. There are patrols at all times.

"I'm not talking about the night market we often go to, it's another place."

How could Zhang Ruoruan not think of things that Feng Nuannian could think of.

The night market Zhang Ruoruan mentioned was actually another place.

It was a place that Zhang Ruanruan only learned about after graduating from high school in his previous life. It was located on the edge of the city. Three or four years later, it was still an area where he could let himself go.

While talking, the four of them had already eaten to their fullest.

It’s not that Zhang Ruanruan was stingy and didn’t buy more, but it was to leave some room in everyone’s stomach.

After all, the next place they went to was the night market.

……

As night falls in the city, the street lights turn on, and the neon lights in front of the shops begin to shine with colorful light.

Under the warm yellow street lights, an electric tricycle carrying four people passed by slowly.

They were four young and beautiful girls, their long hair flying wildly in the night wind, frequently attracting the attention of passers-by.

Beauty, tricycle, a wonderful combination.

It gives people the beauty of Lin Daiyu riding a shared bicycle.

"Hey, if the mangoes are sold out earlier, wouldn't we be able to visit the night market?"

"Yeah, I didn't even think of this operation. I haven't been to your night market yet."

"Me too, I was in military training as soon as I came to the famous city, and I didn't even come out to have fun. I was so tired during the holiday last week that I lay down for two days."

"Guess why I chose the night market for the second half?"

These four people are naturally Zhang Ruoruan.

They walked through the darkness of the night and came to a place full of people.

A night market without a name.

The night market is located on a dead end road on the edge of the city. Due to location issues, development is far away. No one knows when this road will be built. It is even different whether the municipal government remembers that there is a section of road here.

Therefore, more than one kilometer of dead-end road developed into a night market over time.

If you want to set up a stall here, you can enter by paying a sanitation fee of 20 yuan a night.

At the entrance of the night market, someone is holding a QR code to collect money. If they see it, they will stop people driving or carrying things, while empty-handed passers-by will go straight in.

At this time, Zhang Ruanruan drove a tricycle. After paying the sanitation fee of 20 yuan, he could drive in without hesitation.

This night market is the most original night market. There are no designated stalls. After paying the money, you can find a place on both sides of the road to park and sell.

The center of the road is where people walk.

Zhang Ruoruan drove a few hundred meters before finding a gap to the side.

She quickly made a beautiful side parking, and then the four of them got down and opened the door panels to start setting up the stall.

It was just before eight o'clock in the evening, and there was not a lot of traffic. Zhang Ruanruan and the four of them still had time to look around.

In front of and behind them were a shop selling pajamas, and a shop selling boiled corn, salt-baked eggs, and salt-baked quail eggs.

It can be said to be a standard feature of night markets in famous cities.

"This place has a sense of age." Feng Nuannian sighed. She remembered that she had only seen such scenery in the urban area when she was a few years old.

It's a purely open-air night market with only lights and no shop fronts.

Moreover, the layout classification is almost zero. I saw that diagonally opposite them, there was a strange scene of selling loose underwear and socks, and selling stinky tofu next to each other.

It can be said to be very wild.

But this is also a unique surprise in the old night market. You will never guess what you will encounter next.

"Can I have ten dollars?"

At this time, a voice pulled Zhang Ruoruan and the others back from their thoughts.

Turning around, I saw under the lights a team of six young men wearing tight pants and black T-shirts with the words "All Villains" printed on them.

There are three boys and three girls. Although they are different in gender and height, they are all thin dogs.

The light hit them, casting six black stick-shaped shadows.

"Okay." Zhang Ruoruan held back her laughter.

All villains...

Such a nostalgic term.

Did it become popular in 2018?She didn't even remember much.After the negotiations in the front were completed, Ren Qian and Wang Xinru in the back began to weigh.

A spirited young man with a tattoo of the word "ruthless" on his arm came up to pay.

"Wechat received, two yuan."

"?"

Hearing the announcement on the mobile phone, Zhang Ruoruan was stunned for a moment and cast a puzzled look at this "cruel man".

Did Zhang Ruanruan hear it wrong or did this ruthless man remember it wrong?

Zhang Ruoruan's doubts were quickly answered.

Following this ruthless man, another spirited young man with a tattoo of the word "hate" on his arm came forward and scanned the QR code to pay.

"WeChat account, 1.66 yuan."

Zhang Ruoruan’s expression: ╮（﹀_﹀）╭.

Fund-raising, right? I understand.

But this "hater" is so organized, I'm afraid this 1.66 is his entire net worth.

next.

The spirited girl with the word "love" on her arm came up to scan the code.

"WeChat account, 4.88 yuan."

Zhang Ruanruan burst into tears.

4.88 huge sum of money!

Broken voice: "Rich woman!"

next.

The guy with the word "Qiu".

"WeChat account, 1.15 yuan."

Hmm, soon.

It’s just the last little bit away from the huge sum of 10 yuan.

"How far is it?"

At this time, the spiritual guy who first paid asked questions from his soul.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

The other five people flexed their fingers and began to count.

"One seven equals seven, two seven equals 48, Women's Day on March [-]th, Labor Day on May [-]st, ah, that's not right..."

“2＋1.66＋4.88＋1.15等于……771？”

"It still doesn't seem right." He scratched his head.

"..."

Looking at the "group of demons dancing" in front of him, Zhang Ruoruan already showed the expression of a subway grandpa.

"No need to forget it, let's leave it at that." Zhang Ruoruan waved her hand, now she just wanted to calm down her spirit.

"Ok?"

Hearing what Zhang Ruoruan said, the "ruthless man" immediately cast an appreciative look and said, "Thank you, the beautiful boss, for making you our friend. If anything happens in the future, please report your name to us." "

"…Thank you." But no.

Finally, the spirit team, oh no, the "villain gang" left.

Mangoes cost 10 yuan, and 6 people shared them while walking.

"They are so chic." Ren Qian looked at the direction they left with some admiration in her eyes.

Feng Nuannian and Wang Xinru are similar.

It seems that these obedient students are particularly prone to yearning for those idle young men.

It’s not that I like them, but I like the freedom and indulgence behind them.

They are people within the box, and they are people outside the box.

"And they are in great shape."

"Yes, look at those girls just now. Their legs are so thin and long."

"Oh, I know this. It's all from hunger."

"..."

"You see, they have to raise money for a ten-yuan mango. They must be hungry three times a day."

"..." (end of this chapter)