An hour later.

Xian Xinghai Street.

Xian Xinghai died of illness in Moscow in 1945, and in 1949, during the honeymoon period between China and the Soviet Union, Kazakhstan, which guarded the border between the two countries, in order to increase the friendship between the two countries and commemorate Xian Xinghai's contribution to Almaty, the street where he lived was changed to Xian Xinghai Street.

At that time, Sulian's economic conditions were at their peak, and since the early 50s, a large number of Chinese have moved here through various channels, slowly forming a Chinese gathering area.

However, due to the high-pressure policy of the former Soviet Union, only some low-level jobs could be obtained.

The buildings are also shabby, old, low, and full of sewage, the equivalent of a street in a slum.

But now the appearance of this street has changed greatly, China and Kazakhstan have reopened the border for small trade, which was rebuilt by Nazabayev's order, and when you enter the street, there is a Langfang building similar to San Francisco's Chinatown, with eaves and arches, and the shops in the street are also very Chinese, built in the style of a free bazaar, provided to Chinese merchants at a very low rent, and are protected by the special laws of Almaty.

The police of Kazakhstan cannot even enter this street directly.

If something goes wrong, it can only be resolved by the special Xian Xinghai Street Civil Committee.

Langfang is also guarded by soldiers.

A large number of goods transported from China are distributed in this place, and there are two large trade markets, which can be said to be in demand for any goods in demand, and it has also been approved by Nazabayev as a demonstration base for market-oriented construction.

Fan Yang: When they came to Almaty, it was difficult to find a place to eat, and there was a reason, because there was no concept of restaurants in Almaty before, and before China's reform and opening up, it was exactly the same concept.

Tens of thousands of Chinese have gathered here, forming a world, which has opened restaurants early, noodle shops, Lanzhou ramen is full of land, and there are two decent hot pot restaurants, spicy hot, selling sheep's trotters, baked gluten, every night at 9 o'clock the city is cut off, here are also lit candles to set up a variety of food stalls, busy days of Chinese in the inside to eat and drink, the end of Langfang is often surrounded by groups of Erros people, envy drooling.

Especially at six or seven o'clock every morning, white flour steamed buns, fatty meat buns, and Lanzhou ramen with large slices of beef can make children cry and adults cry, and this place is only open to Chinese, foreigners, and Erros. Kazakhs, Crimeans and even the Hui were not allowed to come in at all.

Because I can't afford it.

At the entrance to the main street, Grushevsky had already taken off the uniform of the friendship store, and yesterday it was his turn to take a leave of absence, return to Almaty, and early this morning with his wife, daughter, and a grandson and a granddaughter, came to Xian Xinghai Street.

When they walked to the entrance of the street, the family stopped together.

"Let's go, what are you doing standing here?"

In this family, Grushevsky was the head of the family, and still retained the traditional decency of an East Slavic family, and did not tell his son and daughter what he was doing before he came, intent on surprising the family.

The youngest granddaughter, Amphisia, hid behind her grandfather timidly, was picked up by Grushevsky, and trembled twice: "Amphisia, tell grandfather, do you want to eat fried noodles?"

Amphisia was only 6 years old, wearing a white-washed dress, with a pair of unusually bright eyes, but her face was so thin that it was distressing, and her long blond hair was like a mess of grass, dry and forked, and there was no blood on her face, she looked at her grandfather hesitantly, and then shook her little head.

There were already a few breakfast stalls on the street, on which were placed several drawers of white flour steamed buns and fresh meat buns, and the greasy fragrance wafted far away, stimulating the hungry taste buds, and his wife came and pulled a handful of Grushevsky, not knowing what he meant by bringing his family here.

Grushevsky's eyes were slightly moist, and he rubbed Anfisia's shoulder: "Grandfather promised to go over, and today grandfather will take you to eat delicious fried noodles." ”

His wife still couldn't believe it, the family came out to buy vegetables, this is not the place they should come at all, Gruszewsky's salary is 4,000 tenge a month, and a bowl of fried noodles in it costs 200 tenge, and a family of five will spend 1,000 tenge for a breakfast, which is the entire income of Grushev for a week's work.

It's too extravagant.

Moreover, the four children are not employed, the eldest son is 32 years old, and can only rely on some loading and unloading work in the freight yard, and usually does some carpentry to barely survive, Gluszewski's salary, with grandchildren, and from time to time to support a little son and daughter, and the youngest daughter Bella is only 17 years old, has long dropped out of school, and a meal of fried noodles for breakfast is too luxurious for the family.

The wife has aged very quickly in the past two years, she is already full of silver hair, with layers of wrinkles printed on her forehead, and she is still saving a little face for her husband, squeezing out a smile and saying, "Xie Fu, it's time for us to go grocery shopping." ”

Bella, the 17-year-old daughter, wearing the clothes and pants that her mother once wore, was also so thin that she was distressed, but she refused to leave when she heard the words, and said: "Mom, just give us a bun, it only costs 50 tenge, please." ”

The grandson is only 5 years old, and he has been hooked by the smell of meat buns, and he can't help but go over there.

His wife, Angelina, held 500 tenge in her hand, which was the family's living expenses for a week, and she said, "Then buy only one, and you and Bella Peter will share the food?" ”

The three children all nodded vigorously.

Bella was even more smiling and couldn't help but jump out of her grandfather's arms.

But Grushevsky hugged him a little tighter: "No, we're going to eat jajangmyeon today." ”

He took his grandson Peter with one hand and his granddaughter Bella in his arms, and walked out into the street.

The wife was so frightened that her face turned white, even if she wanted to fulfill the child's wishes, but she didn't have enough money, she gritted her teeth and quickly walked a few steps to the sentry box on the street, where a few soldiers guarded the barricade to prevent those homeless and thieves from entering.

His wife, Angelina, ran over a few quick steps, took out the 500 tenge she was holding in her hand, showed it to the two soldiers standing guard, and said carefully: "Comrade, we want to go in and buy some food." ”

When the soldiers on guard saw the 500 tenge, they nodded casually and opened the gates to let them go.

For these soldiers, such a scene is commonplace, and it is another family to save money, bring children, come and taste the delicious.

Being stationed at this post is quite a bit of luck for these soldiers.

These Chinese are too rich materially, rich enough to make all kinds of delicious meat with meat, good fat meat does not need to boil oil, so involved in buns and dumplings, and egg yolk as big meat stuffed sour soup dumplings, the temptation of food is too difficult to resist, now Almaty, a family of Erros, can eat meat once a month, it is already rare, so this scene is very common.

At the time of the main meal, these are absolutely unaffordable, and a Chinese meal can easily eat four or five thousand tenge.

So these people will choose to come in the morning and buy a bun or two to supplement the child's nutrition.

The soldier opened the gate and let him go, and after passing the yellow-black fence, Peter in his hand couldn't hold it anymore, and suddenly threw himself on the breakfast stall, his head only reached the edge of the stall, the bamboo steamer with Chinese characteristics was steaming hot, and the lower part of the steamer had a circle of insulated pot water, and the little grandson Peter was not noticed to be scalded, but fortunately, the water was not very hot, so he quickly withdrew his hand, but he went up again.

is only 5 years old, but he stretched out a finger and pointed to the bun again.

The seller of steamed buns is a Han Chinese, with a white kerchief wrapped around his head, looking at the appearance should be the kind of dress in the Gansu area, the great northwest, who has been here for more than ten years, belongs to a very early batch of Chinese, after the reconstruction of Xian Xinghai Street, he started a small business here, with a kind expression, pushed the child out a little, and asked in a fairly clear Russian: "What do you want?"

Speaking Russian, little Peter was pleasantly surprised: "Meat-hungry, meat-hungry." ”

The daughter Bella also leaned in front of the stall, and the Bella who was holding her also leaned forward: "Grandfather, I'm going down." ”

Grushevsky gestured with 5 fingers: "We want 5 buns, please give us a seat." ”

The boss took a plate and picked up 5 buns quickly, but he didn't hand them out.

His wife, Angelina, sighed and admitted it, it's a big deal to save a little more, and she can't bear to have a few children who can't meet her wishes.

He handed over the 500 tenge, trying to maintain the grace of an Eastern Slav: "Thank you, please help us find a seat." ”

Who knew that Grushevsky stopped with his hand: "No, I'll give it." ”

A blue clear, 100 yuan, really pinched Grushevsky's hand and handed it to the boss.

Seeing the 100 yuan, his wife Angelina almost gasped, and the hand holding the tenge trembled slightly: "Xie Fu...... Where's the money? Give it back to someone else. ”

The boss of Gansu was also stunned, but he didn't see that an old man in Eros could actually take out a ticket of 100 yuan, and the real person didn't show his face, and his face suddenly improved a lot.

"Come here, please. He personally carried the plates and led them to a small table outside the door, and as soon as the buns were placed on the table, the three children could not restrain themselves and nibbled on the buns.

"Be careful of your mouth, be careful of scalding. The boss of Gansu couldn't persuade him, the buns just out of the cage, he didn't finish his words, the three children killed most of them, and shook their hands while eating, the hot pork stuffing buns were soft and hot, and they were eaten in three times and two times.

The delicious fat juice was all over Peter's hand, and before he could finish it, he pressed his hand on another bun and bit it down.

Daughter Bella, don't care about it at all, and can't talk about any courtesy, food is human instinct, and before she finished eating, she grabbed another bun in her hand, and her granddaughter Amphisia reached out and grabbed it, and she still bit the bun in her mouth, and cried out.

His wife, Angelina, quickly separated, snatched Bella's buns, and stuffed them into the hands of her granddaughter Amphisia.

Grushevsky still kept smiling: "Excuse me, please help us with a few more." ”

"How many are there?"

"Let's have five more. After speaking, Grushevsky asked again: "How much is it to buy in RMB?"

The boss was quick with his hands and feet, and picked up the buns and put them on the table: "3 cents a piece, let go and eat, the big meat buns with full fillings can eat more than 300, do you want to have some pickles? Or a bowl of millet porridge?"

Grushevsky smiled and nodded, he was mentally prepared for the purchasing power of the yuan.

But a few children were dumbfounded, and the action of eating buns stopped.

"How much does a bowl of millet porridge cost?" asked Grushevsky.

"Porridge is cheap, 2 cents a bowl, and you don't need money to eat porridge kimchi. ”

"That's 5 bowls for us. ”

His wife, Angelina, reached out and touched the back of Grushevsky's hand: "Thank you, I don't want porridge." ”

Grushevsky couldn't bear to say any more: "Then thank you, so be it." "Hand the 100 RMB to the boss.

"You are a big ticket, I can't find a small store yet, wait a minute. ”

The three children killed two big meat buns in one person, and even the 5-year-old Peter, who ate cleanly, had a little bottom in his stomach, and he didn't fight, but instead he was satisfied, the food was full, and a beautiful full meal was enough for the long-hungry children.

"Dad, can I eat another one? can you buy another one for me, just one?" ”

"Okay, okay, eat slowly. Grushevsky and his wife also picked up the buns and stuffed them into their mouths, the full deliciousness brought the two of them unprecedented satisfaction, the Chinese are unsurpassed in food, last Christmas, his wife Angelina also bought a little pork and white noodles for herself, but never made this delicious feeling.

Even his wife, Angelina, has a satisfied smile on the corner of her mouth, which tastes so delicious.

The family ate 13 buns, Grushevsky ate 3 alone, the youngest daughter Bella also ate 3, and the wife and grandchildren, 3 people ate 7.

After a while, the boss came back and had a full meal of 3 yuan and 9 cents.

Grushevsky pulled out another 1 yuan and 2 cents: "Thank you, help us get 4 more packs." ”

The three children cheered.

The wife snuggled up to her husband, a little worried, and quietly asked, "Xie Fu, where did you get so much money? This is Chinese money, have you done anything bad?"

Grushevsky held the money in his hand, held his wife's hand, and stuffed the remaining more than 90 yuan into his wife's hand: "No, I found a new job, we will not be short of money in the future, today we will buy vegetables on this street, I promise you, we will not be poor again in the future." ”

More than 90 yuan was pinched in her hand, but Angelina's tears fell, and she pushed back Grushevsky: "Shef, you can't commit a crime, if something happens to you, our family will starve to death, let's save a little to live, you must not risk doing criminal things, we can't ask for this kind of money." ”

Holding another 500 tenge in his hand, he stuffed them together in a panic: "Give them back, Shef, we can't lose your ......"

Grushevsky's eyes were also red: "No, I will never leave you, I have not done anything criminal, I am a Chinese boss, I have taken a fancy to my ability, I will help him take care of his business in the future, I still have money, and a lot of it, I will give it all to you when I go back, enough money for us to live for several years." ”

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