Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

Gu Siwei didn't think much about it, because in his mind it was too early to go home at this time, but he also knew that the defense between men and women is stronger now than in later generations, but in his original consciousness, he was not from this era, so he didn't If you have any experience, you will naturally not worry about this.

It was still quite a distance from the family area where Hu Yanqiu's family lived to Qiao Yitong's small single dormitory, not to mention that Gu Siwei still walked on two legs.

However, Gu Siwei didn't think there was a problem. If he wanted to ride a bicycle, Gu Siwei had space, but he didn't ride it. He felt that this opportunity was a bit rare and he was in a good mood. At this moment, there was a little breeze outside, blowing away the daylight. of irritability.

And he happened to take a look at the night view of this era factory town.

The journey was a bit long, but at the end of the day, when Gu Siwei returned to Qiao Yi's dormitory, the boy was already snoring loudly. After looking at the obsession, the quality of the boy's sleep improved significantly. grade.

As soon as he lay down on his bed, Gu Siwei didn't think too much about Qiao Yitong's snoring, and he didn't let the sound affect him. After a while, Gu Siwei also fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, Gu Siwei heard something moving in the room. He turned around and saw that Qiao Yitong was up and washing his face.

"I'm sorry for waking you up. It's okay. You can continue to sleep. It's still early, it's not even six o'clock."

Seeing Gu Siwei wake up, Qiao Yitong said apologetically.

Gu Siwei came back to his senses: "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Qiao Yitong smiled and said: "I've had enough sleep. I've slept for eight hours since I came back. It's enough. My mind is flexible again and I have some ideas. I'll go to the unit to take a look later...".

"You...forget it, it's all in vain." Gu Siwei thinks why does this kid love work so much?

For Gu Siwei, the only reason for working is because he has no money. If he had money, he could maintain food and clothing, but he would not work even if he was alive. As for realizing the value of life, Gu would not do anything like chicken soup.

His life value is to live peacefully every day.

As for Gu Siwei's willingness to pay attention to his skills, it only shows that this boy's hands holding the job are still very stable, at least they are not shaking. Work and hobbies are incompatible, at least for Lao Gu.

hey-hey!

Qiao Yitong smiled and continued to rub his face with the towel until his face turned red. Then Qiao Yitong poured the towel into the warm water again, folded it back and forth and twisted the towel with both hands. Finally, Hang up the towel and pour the water in the basin onto the ground outside.

It's not that Qiao Yitong is uncivilized, but that's what everyone does now. Besides, the water is clean water, not sewage.

"I am leaving".

Qiao Yitong wiped a little cream on his face and finished taking care of his personal hygiene. Seeing that Gu Siwei did not continue to sleep, he said hello to Gu Siwei and went out to work.

After Gu Siwei waited for Qiao Yitong to leave, he felt bored and had no intention of continuing to sleep, so he got up and washed himself slowly, then took out a book from the bookshelf and flipped through it.

When it was past six o'clock, Gu Siwei put down his book and prepared to go out for breakfast.

It’s very lively to go out at this time. People with children at home are getting ready to go to school. It’s time for adults to go to work soon. The time to go to work at this time is usually 7:20 in the morning, and the latest is 7:30 at the latest. In future generations There is still no shadow when I go to work at nine o'clock.

Even if workers now rest, they only have one day a week, and there is no such thing as two days a week in later generations.

It gets even more lively when we walk on the road. Bicycle bells ring in our ears one after another, and there are ding-ding-ding noises everywhere, accompanied by adults and children giving way from time to time.

These very ordinary things were like fireworks to Gu Siwei's ears.

With different ideas, the attitude towards the same thing will naturally be different. For example, Gu Siwei strolling leisurely on the street is in extreme contrast with the crowd who are rushing to work and school.

Gu Siwei was walking along the roadside with his hands behind his back like a veteran cadre. He was standing on the roadside watching the two people arguing for about five minutes, waiting for them to get on their bicycles. , and then he continued to walk towards the breakfast shop.

When we arrived at the breakfast shop, there was still no one there.

There are only two or three people here and there in the one-hundred-square-meter facade. The only two or three people who look like they are in Chinese tunic suits and more or less have a pen stuck in the pocket on their chest. They look like cultural people. Or cadres, none of them look like ordinary workers.

"Xiao Gu is here?"

After eating several times, everyone from the waiter to the pastry chef knew Gu Siwei. As soon as Gu Siwei arrived at the door, people inside greeted him.

"Here you are! Are you busy?" Gu Siwei replied politely to everyone.

"Xiao Gu, these are really kind words. Do you think we are busy?"

The pastry chef in the back was wearing an apron with one hand in his pocket and a cigarette in the other hand. He leaned against the small door of the workshop inside and said with a smile to Gu Siwei.

"not busy".

Gu Siwei was also happy. He glanced at the store and asked the master, "Why is there one less person today?"

Gu Siwei knows everyone who often comes to eat in the store. He can tell who is coming and who is not coming by just taking a glance. Today, he found out that a master chef is not here. The master's surname is Xu or Xu Lai. Gu Siwei has heard of it once. , but the speaker had a strong accent, and Gu Siwei didn’t hear it clearly.

"Tell me, Lao Xu, you haven't been here for more than a week, right?"

The old chef who was sitting in the shop, drinking soup and eating fried dough sticks, heard what Gu Siwei said and replied with a smile.

"It's true, it's almost eight days from today." Gu Siwei found a table and sat down at random. He picked up the chopsticks in the chopstick cage, chopped them on the table, neatly arranged the two chopsticks, and put them on the table. On hand.

Then he took a vinegar plate that was turned over on the table and put it in front of him. He first took the vinegar and poured about a tablespoon of it, then mixed it with half a tablespoon of soy sauce, and added a little chili paste into it. Now Gu Siwei's self-prepared breakfast ingredients will be fine.

Gu Siwei didn't need to say anything, the waiter automatically brought the things to Gu Siwei.

Placed in front of Gu Siwei were two tripe buns and two shredded radish pancakes. These were mixed with flour and then fried in a pan. The outside was crispy and the inside was soft. The radish flavor was quite strong. Mixed with flour, it was delicious. It has a special taste, and Gu Siwei likes it very much.

It's not that he liked it now, but the era when he came. Gu Siwei liked it very much, but in this era, he became Gu Siwei's favorite.

Even though the image of a master chef who looks like a second-rate man holding a cigarette is unreliable, he is really good at making things, and the pastry is really much better than the breakfast stalls in the future.

Not to mention anything else, I just want to talk about these steamed buns. Not only are they full of fillings, but they also taste amazing. When the master chef prepares food for you, his hands never shake. Why, because now all the food is from the public house. , It has nothing to do with him personally. As long as there is no conflict between you and him, they will never have trouble while serving food.

The four noodles come with a bowl of soup. Gu Siwei used to call this spicy spicy soup, but it didn't taste like it. Once I heard the chef say it, I realized that the real name of this thing is not spicy spicy soup. This is the chef's hometown. The unique morning tea soup is called tea porridge by the locals. When it comes here, the chef has modified it to suit the taste of most people.

People here call it Hu Spicy Soup, and eventually it just became Hu Spicy Soup.

Although it has the same name, it is actually different. The biggest difference is that there is no pepper in the soup and it is not spicy. These things are all added for the guests themselves.

Gu Siwei can do both of them, or he can leave them alone.

Gu Siwei didn't put it away today. He waited for the soup to be served and gently scooped it with a spoon to dissipate the heat. The chopsticks in his hand were already making buns.

I picked one and put it to my mouth and took a bite. Half of my mouthful was filled with fillings. The crispy bamboo shoots, tender chicken and fragrant meat mixed in the three dices made the aroma explode in my mouth.

I took a delicious bite and sipped the hot soup along the edge of the bowl. The warm breakfast went down my neck, immediately dispelling my hunger.

ah!

Gu Siwei breathed out a sigh of relief, and it started to bubble.

While eating here, I heard the two old chefs chatting over there.

Just when I was about to listen to what the two were talking about, I suddenly heard the waiter say with a smile: "This person really doesn't care about me. I just said that Master Xu hasn't been here for a long time, so this person is here."

Everyone in the store looked up and saw an old man in his sixties hurriedly walking in.

"same as usual!"

The old man came in and shouted to the waiter, then sat down at his usual seat.

"I said, Lao Xu, why are you back so soon? Your son and wife don't want to see you?"

An old man smiled and greeted Mr. Xu who just came in.

"It's not that I don't want to see you, but the place at home is too small. My son and daughter-in-law have one room, and my grandson and I have one room. Now my wife, husband and wife are staying here for a few days. Do you think there is any room in this house? I can't see it. Don't stay around, just buy a ticket and come back..."

After hearing what the old man said, Gu Siwei understood that this thing would become common decades later, especially in big cities. TV shows show small villas with three or four bedrooms. In fact, for many ordinary people, housing is still large. question.

Apparently the old man's house was like this too. The house his son was assigned was too small to accommodate so many people, so the old man came back again.

A few old men were chatting, and Gu Siwei, the waiter and the pastry chef were listening together. Others would chime in from time to time for fun, but Gu Siwei only had a pair of ears.

"Old Chen, is your second son's job settled?"

"What, your factory is recruiting people? Haven't you heard?"

The old man who was asked was a little surprised why Lao Xu mentioned this matter.

"Whoever we recruit in our factory, even if we recruit people, they will be from our factory and have no connection with you."

"Then what did you say?"

"I said a wood processing factory is going to be set up here soon."

"What are you doing with that thing?"

"This mountain of trees will be cut down and sold out of the country."

When Gu Siwei heard this, he was suddenly startled: Logging wood and selling it for export? This must be a big joke.

What a bad news.