The flames rose into the sky, and the smoke was blown away by the north wind.

In November this year, the city god temple was designated as a commercial development zone by the city government, and the demolition plan has been carried out in the past few years, and part of the next street has been demolished, and the remaining houses are demolished, but it is only a matter of time.

Except for some elderly people who have feelings for the old houses they have lived in for decades, other young people are not uncomfortable with this.

Now the residents still think that the land belongs to the state, as long as they give subsidies and houses, they replace the old houses with new houses, and they also take advantage of them, and they do not realize how much value their land will have in the future.

Occasionally, I will meet a few nail households, and after chatting about the road to the great rejuvenation of the nation, I will talk about how sad the great man is about this practice, give two or three more small money, and move away.

Therefore, the residents of Shanghai who were demolished in the 90s did not get any benefits, but because the value of the houses they received continued to appreciate, they were still richer than people in other places.

The smoke from the burning house of the City God Temple had already drifted to Han Xuan's side, probably knowing that this place was not saved, and the firefighters who came from all over the world began to demolish the houses close to the Yu Garden, so as not to let the fire affect this historic old garden.

An old man sat on a stone pier, stilted Erlang's legs, grabbed the erhu in his hand, and pulled up "Erquan Reflecting the Moon".

The voice is tactful, perhaps because the old house where he has lived for decades has been burned, and he feels it, with a sad and compassionate expression on his face, there is an inexplicable emotion in the strings.

Gabriel: The first time they saw this kind of Chinese instrument, the principle is similar to that of a violin, but the workmanship is a little rougher, the race is different, but the emotions are the same, and they can also feel the sadness.

With a roar in the distance, the erhu sound stopped, and the old man was indignant, pointing over there, laughing and scolding the little red guy.

And with that, the sound of popcorn being sold.

Han Xuan looked at the white mist, the thing that looked like a small steel cannon, he hadn't seen it for a long time, walked over and squatted down, and handed him two yuan, "I want rice, not corn." ”

"Okay! I'll do it again, someone bought these, you wait!"

The middle-aged man wiped his dark hands, picked up the iron cup after his work, dug out a full cup of rice from the bag, poured some saccharin from the small medicine bottle, and put it into the dark one together

Shape the pressure cooker.

Close the valve, set it on the stove and start shaking it with his hand, pulling the bellows and fan with the other hand, and he didn't stop for a moment, choking on the smoke and coughing.

Huaxia old-fashioned popcorn machine, there is a particularly domineering full name: cannon hand-cranked popcorn machine.

There was a rhythmic creaking sound as he turned, but in a few minutes he stopped, stood up, bent down and took a long, thin net like a fishing net, and put it on the small steel cannon.

Han Xuan hurriedly retreated a few meters back and covered his ears, Jason and Owen were full of interest, and they also followed his movements.

The master took out an iron rod and put it on the valve, and in the next second, there was a bang!

The children around laughed happily.

The rice that squirted out of the net pocket was twice fatter than when I went in, and the rice smelled good.

The middle-aged master found a brown paper bag, picked up the net pocket and trembled, untied the rope in front of him, and filled two bags before finishing.

Han Xuan hugged a bag, grabbed it and stuffed the fried rice into his mouth, it was still the original taste, crunchy, and a little sweet.

The other bag was divided by Gabriel, and they ate a lot of food tonight with the boy.

The average salary of Shanghai residents is now 471 yuan, and these few people have eaten more than 300 yuan, but if the average salary is useful, then there are not so many people who are struggling to make ends meet, and the salary of most people in Shanghai is less than 400 yuan.

In the delicate wooden cage, there is a fat magpie, which is supposed to be related to the penguin, both with black bodies and white bellies, and long tails.

The door of the cage is open, and an old man is teasing it with a straw stick, this kind of bird will recognize its owner after a long time, and it does not run around, it is very easy to raise.

It tilted its head to look at Han Xuan, jumped on the ground and ran over quickly.

After Han Xuan saw the magpie standing on his shoe, he smiled and grabbed a small pinch of fried rice and fed it to it, touching the smooth body of the magpie.

Several women dressed as charter mothers, taking advantage of the fact that the fire did not burn to their own house, moved a square table out, began to shuffle cards and play mahjong, shouting that they would go to Yu Garden at night to make up for one night, and the decisive battle would be until dawn......

The old house burns very slowly, I don't know what inferior building materials are used, and some black smoke smells bad.

Han Xuan couldn't remember how much he ate at night, anyway, he felt that he was about to vomit if he ate again, so he threw the brown paper bag to Owen, and then said to Gabriel: "Let's go, let's go back." ”

"The car is parked on the other side of the road, how to get past it when it catches fire, I don't know the road. ”

"Looking, pressing the road, shopping"

At nine o'clock in the evening, the Shanghai market in the early nineties has taken the lead in nightlife.

Neon signs are flashing, and a trailer poster for "True Lies" is posted at the door of the movie theater, which will not be officially released until next year.

This is the first batch of American blockbusters introduced in China, and the glamorous dance of black lace has allowed the people of China to see the decadence of the bourgeoisie.

The high-tech work of agent Schwarzenegger gave the people of China the illusion that US imperialism was invincible in science and technology, and had a fatal impact on China's closed film industry.

In a state of disgust but envy, people go to the cinema again and again, just to watch the glamorous dance in just a few minutes......

When I returned to the hotel and went upstairs, I found that the old man and my grandfather had an ice pack on their heads.

Grandfather Guo Muzhou was still holding a garbage can, ready to vomit at any time, his face was red, and he was breathing heavily under the influence of alcohol.

Han Xuan immediately smiled, took off his coat and lay on the sofa, and exhaled comfortably: "Why do you drink so much?"

"Two tables of people, take turns to drink, you go and try.

They were all dry, and they were too embarrassed not to drink it, so I drank one bottle in the evening. The old man said helplessly.

"People come to toast and just do it, Huaxia has the habit of persuading alcohol, thinking that if you don't drink too much, you just don't drink well.

If you keep drinking, others will definitely continue to pour it, and they will say no, and no one will force you. ”

Han Xuan shook his head with amusement, most of them used to drink champagne and red wine, but after changing to white wine, it was not an ordinary top.

"Not next time, it's really sinful to eat, and no one eats at the back, just drinks.

Even Mayor Song drank a lot and was carried back. ”

"I think you're pretty much the same. Han Xuan got up and made a pot of tea, not so particular, tore open the bag containing the tea leaves, poured it into the pot, and soaked it with boiling water.

Put the cup in front of them, sit cross-legged on the sofa, and turn on the TV, which is playing "Hong Xiguan" starring Zhen Zaidan.

I didn't have any interest, so I continued to change the channel until I heard a burst of familiar music, and sang with the ghost crying wolf: "Gourd baby, gourd baby, seven flowers on a vine, the little vine is my home, lalalala~."

Ding Dong, it's not big to pour!Ding Dong, it's my home!Lala Lala~"

His grandfather ran to the bathroom and threw up (to be continued.) )