Now we can feel the subtle changes in Qianjiakou. Since the police carried out a large-scale operation and swept away all the garbage hidden in the ethnic village like an iron broom, many old ladies wearing red hoops have appeared on the streets to maintain order.
Although the old ladies may not have very neat legs and feet, they are responsible for a wide range of things, from running red lights to throwing cigarette butts to spitting everywhere.
The most exaggerated thing is that they still have a small book in their hands. If they encounter disobedience, they have the right to fine them. The fine is not much, only three to five yuan, but it is very powerful. No one dares to fight against someone of this age. The old people compete with each other, and everyone who is caught breaking the rules is as obedient as a kitten.
In these days, no one dares to argue with old ladies about whether they have the right to enforce the law, whether they have the right to impose fines, and where do the fines end up?
Seeing this long-awaited phenomenon, Yao Yuan felt inexplicably relieved.
This is what my home looks like, and it is also the memory of my childhood. The people's dictatorship of the proletariat is not a joke, and rectifying those social scum and petty jokes is just like a joke.
In the long run, people can live and work in peace and contentment, right?
Of course, what made him even happier was that from now on, Fatty Hu no longer had any reason to cause trouble and the Qianjiakou Night Market was completely banned.
It’s not that we can no longer set up stalls, but that the street has stepped in and built a lot of iron shed stalls at the entrance of Qianjiakou Street. If we want to sell goods in the street in the future, we can only manage them under the unified management of the street, and we have to pay sanitation, electricity, and water bills to the street. fee.
The cost is not much, calculated to be just over a hundred yuan per month, and each stall can afford it. However, it is impossible for a little kid like Xiao Pang'er to rent any stall for him.
Want to set up a wild stall again? Sorry, no way!
Qianjiakou is located at the junction of two administrative districts and is an administratively indifferent area, so this unregulated night market popped up.
However, now a special security brigade has been established in the street, which is responsible for patrolling the area every night, and all vendors who do not follow normal procedures will be banned.
Even the greenhouse that the Zhang brothers had set up all year round to sell watermelons in summer and fruits in winter was forcibly demolished by a group of uniformed men.
The Zhang brothers' greenhouse is located at the northwest corner of the intersection. It has been erected for three to five years. The two brothers live and eat in it every day. It has become a landmark building in Qianjiakou, and it has not escaped this time.
There is only one stall with the exception, and that is Mrs. Wang’s wood-fired wonton stall. This wonton stall set up by a lonely old lady in her 70s and 80s was once the first wild stall in Qianjiakou Night Market.
Mrs. Wang has been widowed for many years and has no children. She married from Jiangnan to Pingcheng. Her husband was an adjutant under Zhang Zizhong. Just after they got married, her husband died on the banks of Marco Polo Bridge.
The old people in the street all know the ill-fated fate of the old Mrs. Wang Liu. She was fine when she was just liberated. With her previous family background, Mrs. Wang lived a decent life, and she did not miss the neighbors and friends on weekdays. However, during the movement in previous years, the old lady had suffered serious crimes because of her family background, and her home had been ransacked several times.
Later, when there was really no way to survive, a young lady from a prominent Jiangnan family in the old society and a wealthy family in Pingcheng simply went to the streets to sell wontons.
Such a frail old lady braved the severe cold and heat to go out on the street to suffer such a crime. The neighbors could not usually take care of her. Who dared to embarrass her?
What's more, the wood-fired crepe wontons produced by a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River have become a well-known delicacy and snack in Qianjiakou. The most rare thing for many night shift workers after get off work is this bowl of wontons with a tea egg, which is cheap. Money is a late night snack.
How many children from thousands of families have eaten this bowl of authentic Jiangnan flavor since childhood, and it has become a lifelong food memory.
Aunt Wei from the office specially set aside the best stall for Mrs. Wang, and also connected the water and electricity for her free of charge, so she specially preserved the origin of wild stalls in Qianjiakou Night Market.
In this regard, no one dared to say a word of dissatisfaction. When Mrs. Wang first started her stall, she was the only stall in a large family of thousands. It was because of her inspiration that everyone followed suit.
In the previous rectifications, it was because of her that the management did not have the heart to drive out the night market, and often just showed off. When enforcing the law, as long as these stall owners have the foresight to move their stalls to the opposite side of the road in time, that is, another One jurisdiction turned a blind eye.
When Little Fatty Hu approached Aunt Wei, hoping to be accommodating to him and allow him to continue selling stewed stews, Aunt Wei was rude: "Little Fatty! Don't play tricks on your aunt, you are an orphan." Yes, but the money in your pocket now is more than your aunt's entire family's savings. Don't think that your aunt doesn't know anything! You, a student, now have a master and a group of chefs to take care of you, you don't have to worry about food and clothing, no What else do you want to do if you study hard?”
Fatty Hu scratched his head and said, "Well, my grandma Wang is so old and still runs a stall every day. I can take care of her by selling braised pork."
Aunt Wei laughed angrily: "You damn kid, even if you don't sell stew, can't you take care of your Grandma Wang?"
Since then, the Qianjiakou Night Market has quietly lost a little fat braised pork stall.
So many years later, Lu Sihai, the richest man who started out in the mining industry, mentioned with great nostalgia in an interview that when he was a salesman working for China Minmetals, his favorite was the braised pork belly sold by the fat man in Qianjiakou Night Market. Unfortunately, it was nowhere to be found later.
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And Yao Yuan in the small courtyard was extremely arrogant: "With our skills, how can we compete with the common people for food? Didn't you see that the night market is full of laid-off workers who can't survive and ordinary people who can't support their families? Let's take When our technology competes with theirs, it is considered a dimensionality reduction attack. Do you understand dimensionality reduction? Do you understand three-dimensional space and four-dimensional space? If you don’t understand, read more children’s science and popular science books!”
Hu Xiaopang'er sat aside unhappily: "Master Yao, tell the truth, you are so young, where did you learn the cooking skills?"
Hearing this question, several veteran chefs in the room pricked up their ears. They had asked this question thousands of times, but never received a serious answer.
Because Xie Laozhaoer was not around at the moment, Yao Yuan seemed confident: "Don't you know this? There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Pingcheng. You know that I grew up in a military compound, and my father was not at home all year round. Back then, Our neighbor is a chef. He is the kind of chef who once cooked for the emperor and the first and second chiefs of the year. Later, he quit due to style issues and lived next to my house. He once said that I I have a talent for cooking and have been teaching me for several years!”
Damn it, everyone here was shocked at that time, the imperial chef back then! He also cooked for the chief, so he was the king of chefs in both dynasties! No wonder Yao Yuan is like a little monster. He is a good college student in the city, but he knows everything about the kitchen. Not only is he handy, but he also knows a lot about theory. His emotions have been taught by experts.
In fact, Yao Yuan has already thought about it. As things get bigger and bigger, he will no longer be able to hide his cooking skills. He must have a reasonable explanation. Anyway, these young people who know everything will definitely not expose him and brag. If you don't pay taxes, you can just use an old man with a white beard who doesn't need anything as a cover, and you will never be troubled by this problem again.
While everyone was stunned and stunned, Wang Hongyu lifted the door curtain and barged in.
After being pulled to the middle of the yard and standing there, Wang Hongyu said, "My sister asked you, do you want to buy a car?"
As Monk Zhang Er was confused, Yao Yuan asked, "What kind of car? Why did I buy a car for no reason?"
"My sister needs money. She has a car in her name and wants to cash it in for you. It's cheap." Wang Hongyu whispered, without confidence.
"Hey, why do you need money again? How much money is enough? Didn't I just give you fifteen thousand? Ten thousand and fifty thousand is enough for a family to live for two years!" Yao Yuan was puzzled.
Wang Hongyu hesitated for a moment: "It was Huang Mao'er who said this this time. The car actually belongs to him. He said he wanted money. He specifically asked me to find you and wanted to exchange the car for you. He said that as long as you can accept it, I will accept it this time." You are so kind, and you are not in such a hurry to pay for the car. You can drive the car away first, and it only takes ten days and a half to get the car money together."
Yao Yuan was a little anxious: "What the hell can I make up in ten days and a half month? I think I open a bank. I have no money. I already searched my pocket for the fifteen thousand last time. Now, There are only a few hundred yuan left for me and Xiao Hua'er's living expenses."
A trace of disappointment flashed in Wang Hongyu's eyes: "Fuck, I know it's embarrassing. I have no choice but to come to you to ask. Then tell me, can Lao Zhaoer Xie come up with it?"
It seems that he also knows that Xie Laozhao'er made a small fortune a few days ago, and now that he is living in Xinzhongguan, he is not short of money.
Yao Yuan was a little anxious: "You idiot! Tell me, what kind of car is it and how much does it cost?!"
Wang Hongyu suddenly realized: "Hey, I'm so anxious and confused. The car is a Japanese off-road vehicle called Polo. I just bought it for more than 200,000 yuan last year. Huang Xiaochuan bought this car to go to Xishan to see it. The ones from the coal mine are definitely no longer needed now. They said that if you can continue, they will give you 100,000 yuan. They seem to be in urgent need of money now, but now they are in trouble. They can't contact their former acquaintances and have no place to collect money. Can pass me."
What is Pana? Is it a Pajero?
Yao Yuan's eyelids jumped, Pajero, it should be V73 now, right? If it's a V73, a first-generation car, one hundred thousand yuan? At the current price, I’m afraid I can’t buy it for even five or six hundred thousand!
Can Huang Xiaochuan buy it for more than 200,000? I'm afraid someone is not telling the truth!
Wang Hongyu looked at Yao Yuan's uncertain face and became a little annoyed: "You should say something, my sister and the others are still waiting for my reply!"
Yao Yuan calmed down: "Don't fool me. I definitely can't afford to buy this car myself. If you are really anxious, I have to use Hongqi Company's money, but it is no joke to use the company's money."
