On Sunday, September 1, Zhang Zhao has been reborn for more than two weeks in the blink of an eye. Zhang Zhao, who finally didn't have to go to kindergarten, lay in bed and didn't get up until 9 o'clock, which was the result of his mother's desperate urging.

"Mom, why are you in a hurry to get up on Sunday today?" Zhang Zhao moved his body and asked.

Zhang's mother said: "Didn't you say that you were going to Xinxia Bookstore? It just so happened that I was thinking about buying some woolen fabrics, so of course I had to go early." ”

Zhang Zhao said: "Mom, can I go to the bookstore and come back by car?" Accompanying my mother to go shopping is more troublesome than accompanying my girlfriend, and I can't even sit and wait.....

Twenty minutes later, the two got on bus No. 3 to the department store. Zhang Zhao leaned on the side of the car window as usual and looked out. The starting station of the No. 3 bus is outside the south gate of the sixth factory, and a newly built slab building is rising from the ground, which is the new director building and the factory director building, which can be regarded as the leader first. However, in the following ten years, the vigorous construction never stopped, and eventually all the houses were demolished, and everyone lived in a building with a private bathroom.

The car drove out of the residential area of the sixth factory and arrived at the site of the Xiaguang Electronics Factory. This is also a large enterprise in the past, produced the first transistor radio in China, but just like Jinsu, it has long lived up to its past glory, looking along the street, the closed factory door, the dilapidated red brick factory, and the empty factory area all show the decline of the factory.

Zhang Zhao sighed, these old state-owned electronics enterprises are retreating across the board under the impact of RB, Baodao and private enterprises, and it is not until the 21st century that they start from the low-end and the bottom under the leadership of Huaxin, Huawei and other leaders, and embark on a long road of counterattack.......

After driving through the dilapidated residential area of the summer light, and crossing a road and iron bridge, the colors finally brightened. The street was turned into a 6-lane banyou road. The low-rise bungalows on the side of the road began to be interspersed with some jagged buildings. There are also more signboards such as dealerships and guest houses on the roadside.

The bus passed two traffic posts and stopped at the foot of a small five-story building in an earthy yellow color. This is the largest shopping mall department store in the Golden State, and it is also the destination of my mother's trip.

Zhang Zhao yawned as his mother picked out yarn through the glass pane on the counter. And the salesperson happily chatted with a salesperson opposite the two counters about yesterday's TV series "Thirteen Sisters". Hospitality and hospitality? That doesn't exist.

My mother picked out two colors of thread, and after taking it out, she didn't feel very satisfied, and said to the salesperson, "Comrade, take out the green thread for me to see?"

The salesman stopped laughing and muttered, "It's annoying!" before he angrily opened the cabinet door and took out the wool.

Zhang Mu looked at it again and said, "That's it, give me about one catty and two lines." ”

The salesman took out the receipt, and then said to the other side: "That person who plays Yugege is really Weng Meiling, I don't feel as good-looking as in "The Legend ......of the Condor Heroes", and after writing the receipt, the salesperson continued to talk about the TV series with people.

The cashier is similar to that of later generations, with a long line of payers, a small semi-enclosed square, and a female cashier in her 30s behind the table. Well, there are differences, less computers and various QR codes.

After shooting for almost 10 minutes, the cashier took the list and looked at it and said, "The date is written incorrectly, let the salesperson reopen it!"

Zhang Mu said: "Can't you change your hand? I've been queuing for a long time." ”

The cashier said, "I can't change it myself." Otherwise, wait until you go to the sales side to change it, and you can do it first when you come back. ”

Mother Zhang thanked her and turned back with Zhang Zhao. I rewrote a receipt again, and then picked up the goods, and after a while of tossing, it was already noon.

Zhang's mother said: "Son, let's go to dinner first, and then go to Xinxia Bookstore to buy books in the afternoon." ”

Zhang Zhao nodded in agreement and walked out of the department store with his mother. At this time, there was no fast food such as KFC and McDonald's on the commercial street, and even the street stalls selling pancakes and fruits only had one portion. However, since it is near the train station, there are still a lot of various snack bars.

He followed his mother into the time-honored Editorial Wonton Restaurant, where business was good and there were customers sitting at every table. Zhang's mother had to find a four-person table to sit with the person opposite.

Zhang's mother went to the cashier to line up, while Zhang Zhao sat on a small square stool and looked around. The hygiene conditions in the small restaurants of this era can only be considered unsatisfactory, and the plastic sheets on the tables have been yellowed with oil stains. There are also several burned-out holes in it. Opposite Zhang Zhao were two diminutive southerners, drinking wontons while saying something in the dialect of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and Zhang Zhao couldn't understand a word anyway.

My mother came back, and in addition to the two shortbreads in a small plate, there were two red iron plates, and the signs were numbered, which were old-fashioned automatic calling machines. The time-honored wontons are different, and the wontons are genuine, and the soup is made of chicken bones, which is fragrant and delicious. After a while, Zhang Zhao ate a big bowl of wontons.

"Come, I can't finish eating, I'll give it all to you!" Seeing that her son was happy to eat, the mother pushed over the wonton bowl that she hadn't moved a few bites of.

"No, Mom, I'm full. Zhang Zhao was a little moved, his mother may be very strict in education, but she definitely didn't say anything in life, and she would rather leave it to him if she was hungry.

To put it mildly, my mother still dialed two wontons for Zhang Zhao. After eating, Zhang Zhao rushed to the Xinxia Bookstore in a hurry. Before the 90s, Xinxia Bookstore should have been the only large-scale chain bookstore in China. This house in Golden State is a two-story building, the first floor is for teaching and examination books, and the second floor is mostly novels, storybooks and the like.

The bookstore is crowded, especially for the college entrance examination and language classes. The two main themes of this era are going to university and studying abroad. After 10 years of the Cultural Revolution, the thirst for knowledge has reached a crazy level. And studying abroad has become a bridge that is often mentioned in many movies and TV series in this era.

Of course, Zhang Zhao was not interested in these, his mother was reading the book of clothing cutting and sweater knitting was also on the first floor, Zhang Zhao said hello to his mother and went up to the second floor. There are a lot fewer people on the second floor, and the rows of wooden bookshelves are 2.5 meters high, and the tallest row of 1.8 meters or more can only reach it on tiptoe. Such an idiotic design is really something that only state-owned enterprises can do.

Fortunately, the best-selling book was put on the top floor before it was brain-dead, and Zhang Zhao flipped through the book casually. Because of the printing technology, most of the books of this era were simple and simple editions, and there were few illustrations on the covers. However, the pricing is very unpopular, the price of a thin book is more than 1 yuan, 3 copies of Journey to the West 3 yuan 4, and the hardcover hardcover Dream of Red Mansions is as high as 12 yuan! Zhang Zhao looked at his pocket money of more than 8 yuan and was annoyed for a while, and he knew that he would eat less snacks. Also, who says that prices are cheap in this era?

If the desire to sweep the goods is frustrated, then you can only use the limited money to buy books that can pass the time as much as possible. Zhang Zhao looked at the table of contents of the book as he walked, and when he met an interest, he took it down and looked through it for a while. Coldly, the titles of several Thunder People's books appeared in front of him. "Remote Sensing and Prediction", "The Scientific Principles of Ear Literacy", "Human Science - The Secret of Specific Functions". Zhang Zhao's eyes widened, this kind of civil science thing can be placed on the bookshelf of Xinxia Bookstore in a grand manner?

Itching, Zhang Zhao was ready to take a copy down, although he knew that 99.99% of it was unreliable, but what if he found the hidden Buddha's palm? The book is a hardcover book, and the title page is printed with an inscription by a famous returned scientist, and the price is as high as 5.5 yuan!

Zhang Zhao was about to open it to take a look, but suddenly there was a sound of scolding and crying in his ears. He turned his head to look, only to find that it was Tian Yuhong standing there with his head bowed and being trained.

Zhang Zhao put down the book and walked over, and heard the scolding of the bookstore salesman: "You stinky person who wants food, who let you touch the book, see that you have handprints on the book, how can this book be sold?"

Tian Yuhong lowered his head and said, "I didn't mean to, I just saw that the book fell on the ground, so I wanted to help pick it up......"

The salesman snorted coldly and said, "Who knows if what you said is true, I think you want to steal, right?"

Tian Yuhong's face turned red and said, "How can you spew blood like this? No matter how poor my Tian Yuhong is, I will never steal!"

The salesman pouted and said, "Of course you won't admit it if you don't catch it." But even if you didn't steal anything, should you pay for soiling the book?"

Tian Yuhong pursed her lips and said, "I'm sorry, but I don't have the money to pay...."

"Why are you coming to the bookstore if you don't have money? This is a place to sell books, not for people like you to read white books!" said the salesman with a contemptuous expression.

"Don't argue, I'll buy this book. Zhang Zhao couldn't stand it anymore, he originally thought that before the 90s, the folk customs of China were still very simple, and the friendly neighbors around his house also explained this to him very well - Wang Xiaoying was an exception. But now it seems that the harmony between neighbors may only be due to the fact that everyone is of similar social level, and the thing of hierarchy is always rooted in everyone's heart, and it is unconsciously manifested when facing people who are lower than themselves......

"Zhang Zhao, why are you here? I, I ......" Tian Yuhong's mood was very conflicted, both the joy of seeing her friend and the sadness of her own embarrassment being discovered.

"Wait a minute," Zhang Zhao pointed to the "Grimm's Fairy Tales" album with a black handprint on it and said to the salesperson, "I'll buy this book directly, right?"

The salesman stopped talking, lowered his head and filled in the payment form, and when Zhang Zhao took the receipt and took away the album, the salesperson said embarrassedly while printing the "Xinxia Bookstore Book Purchase Commemoration" chapter on the title page of the book: "Why don't I give you a new one, bookstores have the index of scrapped sample books......

Zhang Zhao shook his head and said, "No need, this book doesn't affect it." Then he turned his head to Tian Yuhong and said, "I'll lend you the book first, just take it to the kindergarten for me when you're done!"

Tian Yuhong pursed her lips and nodded, and turned around and left without saying a word.

The salesman said, "Oh, she's not going to run away with your book, is she?"

Zhang Zhao looked at the salesman and said, "Have you ever brought sunglasses?" and then continued without waiting for her to answer: "Only people with black glasses will look at the world in total darkness." With that, he turned around and walked away. Zhang Zhao looked at the less than three yuan in his hand and grinned. Nima, the price of pretending to be forced is so high, this broken album is more than 5 yuan, and the remaining 3 yuan and 4 cents are estimated to only buy 2 or 3 books.