Xinhua Bookstore is on Taiyuan Street, opposite Zhongxing Building.

A group of nine people huddled together to talk and laugh and walk towards Zhonghua Road with a thin snow and white gas, and then there are people who come out to sell ice cream with small boxes on their backs, and there are many ice cream sellers in the Northeast in winter, because the ice cream will not melt in winter. In previous years, ice cream was only available in winter, and it was not as easy to preserve as popsicles.

Yang Tiebin bought an ice cream, Xia Maosheng Xiaowei and Li Guangzhao didn't eat it, they didn't even eat this morning, Lao Yang must be crazy.

After walking a few steps, there are sugar gourds selling again, new straw poles, with strings of sugar gourds wrapped in red and brown sugar, as well as black date strings and oranges, reflecting the morning light against the background of the snow, which is beautiful and makes people want to eat.

This is only sold in the winter, not in the summer.

This one is more popular, nine people each have a string, a large string, a small string of eight cents, sweet and sour, the old man who sells sugar gourds covers the wrinkled face behind the cotton hat and scarf is full of smiles, it opens early in the morning, it is a beautiful day.

The Northeast sugar gourd is seedless, rest assured to bite and eat on the line, full of sweet and sour, after Suizhong and then to the south of the sugar gourd will not go to the core, not too out of the Northeast people have suffered losses, a bite of the teeth on the activity.

Yang Tiebin bit a hawthorn and chewed it in his mouth, chewed it again, and said, "Hey, there is no core, this is good, this is good, and what I sell over there is not a core." ”

"You guys don't go to the nuclear over there, so buy it Gaha?" Everyone here said they didn't understand, how could there be a sugar gourd that didn't go to the core, that wasn't a lie.

Yang Tiebin nodded and said, "I don't have to go to the core of what I sell over there." He finished eating a sugar gourd in two bites, turned around and ran back to buy two more skewers, and ate one in one hand comfortably.

Xia Maosheng threw the clean wicker skewer in his hand into the garbage can on the side of the road, pointed to the roadside alley and said, "I'm going to eat that wonton, what are you eating?" He has a soft spot for Haimi wontons, as if as long as there are wontons for breakfast, he must eat this.

Xiaowei shook his head, looked around, and said, "I eat cakes, your toys can't be full, and the urine will be gone." ”

Yang Tiebin bit the hawthorn and chased after him, pointed to the alley with a wicker skewer and said, "There is a baked sugar cake in it, will you go?"

"Sugar cakes? Is there soup?" Xiao Wei nodded, and followed Yang Tiebin inside, but suddenly all the people came in, and Xia Maosheng ate wontons alone, he looked at everyone and said, "Forget it, I will also eat sugar cakes, I am bored to eat alone." ”

Sugar cakes, dried tofu shredded egg soup, there are also tofu brains, small pickles mixed by themselves don't need money, nine people and one person have three sugar cakes and a big bowl of soup, sit down and snort and eat, a sugar cake is only a little bigger than a palm, the inside is mixed with brown sugar and white sugar, and it is golden and golden, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

This thing is very troublesome to brand, and it is rarely eaten outside in later generations, and you can only make it yourself at home, but you can make it less and less.

After eating, everyone paid their own bills, three cakes and a bowl of soup, three yuan and five yuan per person, which was a relatively expensive breakfast in this year.

It will be half past eight when they came out of the alley, and everyone gossiped and walked to Xinhua Bookstore.

At that time, the work and rest time in the Tohoku region was completely different from that of Kannai, and there was no 9-to-5, whether it was a government unit, a store, or a factory.

Generally from half past seven to eight o'clock in the morning, at the latest at half past eight o'clock, all units will begin to open their doors normally, and at noon they generally take an hour to an hour and a half, from half past eleven to one o'clock, or from twelve to one o'clock, and the evening work time is different in winter and summer, generally five in summer, and half past four in winter.

Of course, the evening of shopping malls is not so early, usually until half past six in the evening, and there are also half past five. Later, with the development, the mall closed later and later.

Xinhua Bookstore is already open at this time, but there are very few people in the morning, some of the sales staff are eating breakfast, some are sitting together chatting, a group of middle-aged women, giggling, the rag is not even stained with water, holding it in their hands.

Seeing nine people coming in, the salesman who was closer took a look at it and said, "Don't rummage around, you can't stand here and watch, grab the fine." Then he ignored them and continued to laugh.

The nine people didn't pay attention to her, and looked inside. In this era, there is no Internet, books are the only way for people to learn and acquire knowledge, and it is also entertainment, there are quite a lot of people who run Xinhua Bookstore to stand and read books, find a corner where no one pays attention, squat on the ground, and see that there are many people on the shelves of the day, and the pages are damaged or dirty before anyone comes to buy them, so there will be a fine to be caught, in fact, as long as it is not too excessive, no one really cares.

In 90, Xinhua Bookstore sold martial arts novels, Jin Dada's books are available, Huang Yiwen Rui'an's is also available, Gu Long's is few, and some other martial arts masters are completely incomplete, occasionally there is one, but there are not many people who really buy it, at this time the bookstore is everywhere, five cents a copy, and all kinds of pirated copies are flying all over the sky.

Books, tapes, videotapes, including DVDs, all rose up in the late 80s and reached their peak in the early 90s, and I'm talking about domestic piracy. Even textbooks and tutorials were taken over by piracy, which was used by many schools during this period, including textbooks.

The school buys a new textbook, and then finds a printing house, the cost is so low that you dare not imagine, in the 90s, the largest professional pirated book production factory in the Northeast was in Mukden, there are two, one is the Xinhua Printing Factory, and the other is the Red Star Printing Factory in the Wicker Lake Barracks.

One is the country's largest state-run printing house, and the other is the country's largest violent organization.

In this year, there are still quite few professional books, and the compilation is quite imrigorous, which is a side effect of the domestic tradition of mentoring and apprenticeship in technical occupations.

Luo Qinghe has been to Xinhua Bookstore several times, and he is familiar with leading everyone to find the chef book.

"Recipes", "Lu Cuisine", "Celebrity Chef Appreciation", "Knife Work and Tools", "Art on the Table", "Chef Skills Guidance Series".

Xiao Wei searched for a long time, selected six books, and stood aside waiting for Xia Maosheng to them.

Xia Maosheng flipped through a few books, turned his head and said to Xiaowei: "It's useless, there are no theorists in the kitchen, whoever writes detailed technical things to you to see, it's just to make a name, and it's useless for us." ”

Yang Tiebin nodded in agreement, he pointed to the book "Art on the Table" and said, "You can take a look at this book, don't you learn carving right away." ”

Xia Maosheng glanced at it, shook his head and said: "It's all photos, there are no specific technical steps, go back and see, see how good people are, you can carve it out by looking at the photos?"