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This time it's not the same as usual.In addition to the urban management, there are many other people who are knocking on doors to inform them.Yue Fang only sent the trembling Bai Mo back to the second floor, and while he was working, he kept his ears open to listen to the movement outside.

Sure enough, several people came towards the door of his shop.

He knew one of the urban managers, Old Zhao.This man often came over to buy bean buns after get off work, saying that his daughter-in-law loved them.Yue Fang was only familiar with him.

Seeing Yue Fangzhi, Old Zhao raised his chin imperceptibly to the side.This is to remind Yue Fangzhi: I can't speak this time.

Yue Fang just wiped some flour on his apron, trying to look confused.

The leading middle-aged man looked at him strangely.He arrogantly said to Yue Fang: "Didn't you receive the notification? I sent you a text message yesterday."

Yue Fang was so busy these two days that he hit the back of his head and went to bed in the middle of the night, so he didn't pay attention to his phone at all.He wanted to explain, but the other party didn't seem to listen to his explanation at all, so he just continued talking.

It turned out that there was a notice from above to carry out joint rectification of the streets.All households are not allowed to occupy roads at their own entrances for business, and must leave the roads aside for winter decoration of ice scenes.The notification to Yue Fangzhi was to tell him that the stove and table had to be moved to the store.

Yue Fang only pursed his lips.

Steamed dry food is full of water vapor.If the stove is brought into the house, the house will become extremely humid, and the grain in the warehouse will definitely be damp.Furthermore, the upstairs and downstairs are connected, so the second floor will become uninhabitable.

He tried to explain that this was not okay, but the other party didn't listen to him at all and was very impatient.

The people left quickly, Yue Fang just shook his head and went back to work in the shop.

It is unrealistic to completely bring the stove into the house, so we can only place the stove as close to the door of the store as possible.But in this way, the neighbors upstairs are about to quit.As the weather gets colder, the water vapor freezes into big icicles on people's windows—a nuisance anyway.

But Yue Fang didn't take this matter to heart.There is an old saying: when the sky falls and everyone dies, there will be scumbags when crossing the river.He is not the only one who has to deal with rectification on Jixiang Street, and there is no one else who is more troublesome than him.The store is on a side street, and Bing Deng can't get it to his door no matter what - and he doesn't even look at how big this small alley is.

The rectification has been discussed by merchants for several days.Not only are there requirements for shops, but there are also requirements for morning markets and night markets—the operating hours have been shortened.Originally, it was stipulated that the morning market closed at 08:30, and the night market opened at 07 o'clock. Now the morning market has to close at 30:[-], and the night market can only open at [-] o'clock.Even though the difference between the two ends is only an hour, the difference here is much worse—it’s cold and people wake up late and go to bed early, and the stall owners wait for the traffic to be heavy to make more money.But now the booth fee has risen, the time for setting up the booth has been shortened, and the operating cost has doubled at once.The profit of many stalls in a day is not much money.

So the situation seems to have deviated from expectations.

At the end of the morning market, of course everyone closed their stalls reluctantly.But taking advantage of the absence of the urban management brigade during the day, many stall owners reappeared on the street again in desperation—it’s too early to close the stalls, and many things haven’t been sold out yet!Fresh things, if they can't be sold on the same day, it won't be enough to lose money after calculation.

In the past, Jixiang Street, which was quite peaceful during the day, gradually became lively.The hawkers blocked the business of the shops, and there were more quarrels; the frequency of urban management on the streets also increased.People rolled their eyes and sighed. Sometimes they watched the excitement, and sometimes they could only shake their heads, and then they entered the room and closed the door tightly.

Yue Fang only found it troublesome.Because the stove had been moved in, he now had to pretend not to see the condemning eyes of the upstairs neighbors.And from time to time, one or two urban management officers passed by his shop to buy steamed buns, always saying that they forgot to bring change, and asked if they could pay together when they came back.

Yue Fang just shrugged and said yes.In fact, he knew that these people would still give the same argument when they came back next time.

Unexpectedly, his habit was not Bai Mo's habit.When he came back from delivering the steamed buns, he saw Bai Mo tremblingly holding on to a city manager.The city manager was holding a bag of steamed buns in his hand, trying to shake him off annoyed.Although Bai Mo staggered, he never let go of his hand.

Yue Fang just ran over quickly and separated the two of them.

The urban management officer was not Old Zhao, but another younger one, who had never seen him before.He straightened his clothes, and said to Bai Mo: "I took your things to save face, you know?" Then he said to Yue Fang: "Who are you? Just mind your own business."

Bai Mo started to circle around on the ground, looking a little sick.Yue Fang just followed his back, and said to the man: "Have you paid?"

"Who are you!"

The one who watched the excitement from the side chatted up: "This is the boss."

"Oh, I'll take you some steamed buns."

Yue Fang only glanced at it: "One yuan for one, five yuan for one. Mobile phone payment is also acceptable."

Speaking of this, the other party had no choice but to take out his mobile phone, scan the QR code to pay the bill, and then left muttering.

Bai Mo stood beside Yue Fangzhi and shook a few times, then suddenly fell down.Yue Fang only caught him, and found that his hands and feet were twitching, and he seemed to have lost consciousness.

This frightened Yue Fang.Quickly called a car and sent someone to the hospital.It's still the big hospital, or the emergency department—because that hospital is the closest to here.

The doctor has rich experience, and he has a spectrum in his heart after asking.Checked a blood gas analysis, and then told Yue Fang only one magical problem: hyperventilation syndrome.

In short, a disorder that is mostly triggered by emotional agitation.

Bai Mo's condition was not serious, and he woke up after emergency treatment.The doctor was also very kind, saying don't be nervous, just relax, and if you relax, there will be nothing wrong with it.You are young, take it easy.

Because it was nothing serious, when people woke up and the doctor explained it, they were sent out—there were too many patients, and there was no need for such a small problem to occupy a bed in the emergency department.

Yue Fang just came to the hospital for a half-day tour out of nowhere, but fortunately he finally confirmed that Bai Mo was fine, so he felt relieved.

The business for half a day was delayed.Bai Mo seemed to know that he had done something wrong, and followed Yue Fangzhi with his head down.Yue Fang only walked, so he also walked, Yue Fang only stopped, and he also stopped.

Yue Fang just patted him: "I don't blame you. Don't think about it. Some people don't need to be afraid of him, and they don't deserve to be angry. You just need to be at ease, it's okay."

After returning, he didn't let Bai Mo do any work, and sent him upstairs to rest.

If it was a hired worker, Yue Fang only felt that he might not be so kind.But for Bai Mo, he always seems to have more care and compassion.It stands to reason that Bai Mo is an adult man, and an adult man does not need to be taken care of like this.

But Yue Fang only found that he felt pretty good.Bai Mo's complexion improved a bit, and he was able to do things again.Yue Fang only watched him get better every day, and he felt a subtle sense of accomplishment in his heart.

This time it was finally alive.he pondered.But you have to be careful, Bai Mo is actually quite delicate.After all, he had just been through a serious illness, and he didn't know how much he had suffered before that.

suffer.Thinking of this, he sighed in his heart.On this point, he intuitively felt that Bai Mo was the same as him.