On the third day, Wan Feng went to Li Changhe's house in Dalinzi by himself, mainly to thank Li Changhe for protecting his younger brothers and sisters, of course, under the pretext of looking at Li Changhe's Laozi.

Wan Feng spent dozens of yuan with heavy gifts, and drank a lot of wine at the light lunch at Li Changhe's house.

After eating, I came back like a cloud, and when I got home, I lay down on the kang and fell asleep.

Luan Feng has gained a lot in the past few days, and learned to steam steamed buns to make noodle soup.

It's just that she can't grasp the amount of flour alkali that she can't use, and the steamed buns have a lot of yellow spots.

Mother almost blew the steamed buns from Luan Feng into a tribute to the palace in her early years, turning a blind eye to the fact that the alkali was too big.

"This alkali is too big!" Wan Feng couldn't stand his mother's blind boasting, and couldn't help but tell the truth about steamed buns.

"Who said the alkali is bigger? It's better than my steaming. ”

Isn't this nonsense to be heard, Mom, are you principled and positional?

Wan Feng peeled off the yellow spots on the steamed buns and ate the non-yellow places.

During the meal, Luan Feng secretly scratched the soles of Wan Feng's feet.

Wan Feng watched Luan Feng eat with steamed buns with his hand that had scratched the soles of his feet, and he deliberately didn't remind her that he hadn't washed his feet for several days.

Rattle!

The two stayed at home for five days, and on the sixth day they were about to leave for home, and counting the three days they were on the road when they came up, they had already left the Wa Hou ten days.

This time, Wan Feng's mother and father sent it far away, all the way to the realm of Dalinzi, and then waved goodbye reluctantly.

At six o'clock in the morning, I got on the bus to Wuxian Bus Station, took the bus to Longzhen at eight o'clock, and got on the train non-stop when I arrived in Longzhen.

In the morning they were still in the forty-second line, and at three o'clock in the afternoon they were already on the train to Harbin.

The next morning they got off the train at Harbin station.

The train was a bit late, it was supposed to arrive at Habin station around half past six, but now it's past seven o'clock.

Although the temperature has risen quite a bit in mid-March, the morning is still bitter.

The streets of Habin are already crowded with commuters, but there are still many people in a hurry.

Jiang Ming is not in a hurry now, not only is he not in a hurry, but he doesn't even make breakfast in the morning.

At this time, I was pretending to exercise in my yard, and when I looked up, I saw a man and a woman walking over.

"Why are you two here? I said why my right eyelid was jumping this morning!"

"The right eye jumps and the left eye jumps wealth, Uncle Jiang, do you mean that the two of us are the disaster stars?"

"I made a mistake in the excitement, so it should be a left eye jump. ”

Does this saccade still have left and right transfers?

"Enter the house, enter the house!" Jiang Ming invited Wan Feng and Luan Feng into the house.

"Where's the aunt?"

"I went to the morning market to sell clothes. ”

"Then why don't you go?"

"I'm now in charge of buying and selling high-tech stuff, and I'm not in charge of clothes and shoes. ”

The division of labor is quite clear.

The so-called high-tech products in Jiang Ming's mouth are electronic watches and tape recorders.

"You haven't been to Red Cliff for a while?"

"Didn't you tell you that Luan Feng and Luan Feng might not be at home in early March, and told us that if these people who bought the goods took the electronic watches and tape recorders, they wouldn't come in early March, so I didn't go. ”

It's right if you don't go, if you take clothes and shoes, of course it's no problem, take the electronic watch and tape recorder Wan Feng is not looking for anyone?

"I'm going home, my mother wants to see what Luan Feng looks like, and she's very worried that I'll find a monster with a missing nose and eyes to go back. ”

Luan Feng rolled his eyes on the side.

"When I visited Harbin, I wanted to show her the scenery of Harbin, and Red Cliff was by far the biggest city she's ever visited. ”

"Isn't this, the current Harbin has a hairy look, so do you plan to rest first or go out for a walk now?"

"Let's go out now, and if it's really boring, we'll take the car back in the evening." ”

"Then let's go to Daowai first, if you don't see Habin, you won't have a comprehensive understanding of Habin's history. ”

Habin's place Wan Feng has only passed through and never entered the previous life, and he doesn't even know about this famous northern city on paper, Jiang Ming said that he would go wherever he went.

Jiang Ming locked the door, and the three of them got on the street, and got on the tram that drove outside the road.

"There were only two old districts in the east and west of Habin, that is, Daoli and Nangang, at that time, these two places were Maozi, which belonged to the most prosperous place in Habin, and Daowai did not belong to Maozi's sphere of influence, where our compatriots lived, and many national industries arose here..."

When he arrived outside the road, Jiang Ming was like a tour guide to tell Wan Feng and Luan Feng about the history of Habin.

On the east side of the China Eastern Railway, the Chinese people lived, those immigrants from Dongshan and Beihe provinces in the eastern part of the country, came to the Daowai District, formerly known as Fujiadian, to invest in the establishment of commercial shops in partnership with relatives and friends, these people not only had the spirit of hardship and hard work, but also were relatively open-minded, which laid the ideological foundation for their later acceptance of Maozi art.

In the 20s of the 20th century, the national capitalists who grew up bought land in the hinterland of Daowai, participated in the relocation of the gorgeous Western-style buildings opposite, and renovated the buildings with traditional Chinese ornaments. As a result, a series of "baroque" façade shapes have appeared with auspicious Chinese motifs such as bats, pomegranates, golden toads, and peonies.

In later generations, this style was given the name "Chinese Baroque" by a little devil scholar.

This is the history of Daowai.

Wan Feng and Luan Feng saw a lot of Chinese and Western buildings with strong historical traces on Jingyu Street, and almost all sides of the avenue were buildings with low floors, one next to the other, permeating a quaint atmosphere of vicissitudes.

For example, the Da Luo Xin Global Store, which existed in 1920, now seems to be nothing more than a four-story building, but the sense of heaviness still makes people feel awe-inspiring.

There are also purification hospitals, Central Asia gold banks, and so on.

Finally, we came to Harbin's largest flea market at the time.

This market has become a historical term in the era of tail cutting, and it has flourished again since the return of educated youths to the center of the city and the opening of the rural market in the center of the city in 79, and now it has formed a fairly good scale.

The collective name here is called the old object trading market.

Wan Feng saw shabby villain books here, some enamel jars with the words "Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea" and "Go to the Mountains and Countryside", as well as some bones of unknown animals and antiques that I don't know if they are true or false.

Of course, there are also some new things mixed in.

"I used to sell electronic watches and tape recorders here, and every day I got a harvest, so to speak, several vendors have already taken out of my hands. Jiang Ming said proudly.

As far as '82 is concerned, this is indeed a more suitable place to do business, and it is a suitable place to do all kinds of business.