Tian Guo's suspension will take effect from noon on the same day. After a brief cleaning up, Tian Guo picked up the small cloth bag and left the barbershop, and when he left, Tian Guo specially instructed his senior sister not to tell Master Sù about this.

"It's not easy for the master to return to his hometown once, just let him stay at home for a few more days, the store manager just suspended my job, but did not deduct my salary more, and gave me fifteen yuan a month, which can be regarded as a blessing, sister, you don't have to worry about me, I will come back to work in half a month."

"But you have been wronged!" The senior sister was unhappy for Tian Guo in her heart. "Did you make it clear to the store manager? You didn't get that sesame oil ticket at all! ”

"I said it, the store manager believes it, but the superior leader doesn't believe it." Tian Guo explained calmly.

Zhang Yang stood beside his senior sister, seeing that Tian Guo did not take a single anger out on his aunt, while breathing a sigh of relief in his heart, he also hated the stupid X who wrote the anonymous letter, "Tian Guo, who do you think wrote that letter like?" ”

Who else could it be? It must be my enemy, if you can't see me, I wish I would die unlucky. All morning, Tian Guo was also wondering who wrote the anonymous letter so handy, looking at the terrible handwriting, this person didn't even finish the second grade of primary school. There are quite a lot of illiterate and semi-literate people in the alley, but there are not many who have a grudge against Tian Guo, she probably guessed who did it, but now she has no heart to take revenge.

Shaking his head, Tian Guo pretended not to care and said: "Anyway, the matter has already come out, it doesn't matter who wrote it, it's important to help your aunt find the store manager's position, don't you have a half-day rest in the afternoon, go out with me." ”

Zhang Yang was stunned, "Where are you going?" ”

Tian Guo said: "Xiushui." ”

In 1985, in the land of Chaoyang District, there was no lively Sanlitun bar street, nor was there a CBD high-end business district where many white-collar workers, blue-collar workers and gold-collar workers gathered, but Silk Street already existed.

When he first went to Beijing before his rebirth, Tian Guo loved to visit Xiushui when he was fine, and felt that this place was different from the zoo wholesale market, which seemed to be high-end and high-end, and he also loved to pretend to be a Japanese or Korean.

However, in 1985, Xiushui was still a rather "shabby" street. The shops are scattered, the scraps of paper and garbage on the ground are flying, all kinds of clothes are spread out on the marching bed like rags, and the shops are separated by cloth curtains or thin wooden boards, and the wind resistance level does not exceed 4.

After getting off the bus in Yong'an, Tian Guo bought two pancakes, and then took Zhang Yang across the road and walked into Xiushui. Zhang Yang has never been here, but he has heard in the newspapers and on the radio that it is close to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs Street, and foreigners often come here to shop for goods. But after walking more than ten meters, Zhang Yang didn't see the blonde and blue-eyed foreigners, only a group of old men who spoke pure Beijing films, sitting shirtless, playing cards, chatting and bragging.

"This is Xiushui?" He was disappointed, thinking that this place was no different from a farmer's market.

Zhang Yang's mood Tian Guo is completely understandable, this is the second time she came to Xiushui after her rebirth, the first time she came to think that she had gone to the wrong place, and mistakenly entered a night market in a county, and she couldn't see that more than 20 years later, this is a "private trade area" where overseas tourists rush to observe and shop.

In the 80s, Silk Street was still an unmanaged area, with individual businesses scattered and scattered, and most of the bosses were stubborn owners who did not have formal jobs. The air was full of murder, and the boss who looked like a black/Dao Da/brother was sitting bare-chested at the door of the store, looking at the customers coming and going from the north to the south with sharp eyes. It's okay to buy his things, but if you don't buy them, I'll scold you for being a "stupid fork". You can't talk back, and as soon as you return your mouth, four or five young people with big shoulders and round waists suddenly burst out, glaring at you and pointing at your nose and scolding, "Grandson, you have the ability to repeat what you just said again!" ”

Today is not a weekend, there are not many people in Xiushui, in fact, in the mid-eighties, even if it is a weekend, there are very few customers in Silk Street, citizens are willing to choose to go to Dashilan or Wangfujing like a formal commercial street, although you can't bargain, but the quality of things is absolutely guaranteed, you will open a shopping □□, you can return and exchange goods if you are not satisfied, no one will talk to you and no one will make a big deal to you because you don't buy things. But that kind of shop is a waiter in the city, and the road is difficult to teach

In addition to agricultural and sideline products, there are everything sold in Silk Street, silk, porcelain, pearls, tea, handicrafts and fruits and Zhang Yang look very "domestic", so when they saw them, the business owners didn't bother to take care of them, glanced at them at random, and then turned their heads and listened to the cross talk played in the box.

Occasionally, someone asks, "What do you buy, silk, porcelain, tea or pearls?" Use it yourself or give it away? ”

Zhang Yang snorted coldly, thinking that I would buy pearls for my own use? What are you doing with it? Xueyou Second Sister hanged herself? Tea too, can the tea you sell here be compared with Zhang Yiyuan in Dashilar? It is estimated that they are all eliminated by other tea farmers.

"Hey, what the hell are you going to buy?!" Seeing that Tian Guo kept striding forward, Zhang Yang couldn't help but pull her arm and asked.

Tian Guo turned around and said, "Follow me, I'll be here in a while." ”

The further back he went, the more shops selling clothes began to increase, and his popularity gradually increased, and among a bunch of yellow-skinned and black-haired compatriots, Zhang Yang finally caught two blonde and blue-eyed foreigners, but unfortunately they were not the young and beautiful girls in "Princess Sissi", nor the big beauties like Brooke Xiaosi, but two Russian aunts with three-foot "bucket waists".

The weather is hot, the aunt is dressed very coolly, the camisole and the knitted coat, the skin is red and white, Zhang Yang glanced at it and turned his gaze, he suddenly remembered the old sows raised in Zaozhuang when he was working in the countryside. When he looked back at Tian Guo in a white coat and blue cloth pants with a simple ponytail, his mood suddenly improved again, for the first time, Zhang Yang felt that Tian Guo looked really smart, and the more he looked at it, the more he looked like Mayumi in "Manhunt".

"Hey, where the hell are you going, I'm dying of thirst!" At noon, the pancakes and peppers were smeared too much, and they were sunburned by the poisonous sun, and the throat of Zhang Yang at this time was about to smoke.

"There are still a few steps to go." Tian Guo didn't look at him, and walked straight forward.

Zhang Yang rolled his eyes, thinking that you had said since ten minutes ago, "There are still a few steps to go", and this is almost an 800 meters, why haven't you arrived yet? It happened that there was a small store on the side of the road to buy cold drinks, and the Arctic Ocean soda was placed on the thick ice bricks one by one, the boss snorted with his hand, the bottle slipped around, and the yellow soda inside swayed like a lake, and the boss shouted: "Come on, come on, drink soda, authentic Arctic Ocean, drink a sip to cool off, drink two sips to get sick, and drink three sips to become a fairy." ”

Zhang Yang licked his slightly dry lips, grabbed Tian Guo, who was like a headless fly in front of him, and said, "Don't go yet, I invite you to drink a bottle of Arctic Ocean." ”

The Arctic Ocean is a dime and a bottle, the bottle deposit is two cents, and you have to return it after drinking, if you break these two cents, you will not return it. When Zhang Yang handed the soda to Tian Guo, he told him not to drop the bottle, two cents a piece. Tian Guo didn't bother to take care of him, raised his neck to drink soda, and took advantage of the coolness to walk to a small shoe shop opposite.

In the shop, the more expensive shoes, such as cowhide and sheepskin, are only taken out and neatly placed on the shoebox, highlighting the transcendent status. Cheaper shoes made of plastic or cloth were not elaborate and were thrown casually on the marching bed covered with floral sheets. Seeing Tian Guo coming over, the boss who was lying on the rocking chair listening to the song only glanced at her lazily, didn't say anything, and still hummed Teresa Teng's "Look at what you say" in his mouth.

"You said that you came to see me in two days, and the wait was more than a year, and three hundred and sixty-five days were not good, and you didn't have me at all in your heart, give me back my love"

It's ugly! Not to mention the out-of-tune, the taste is not right, it is obviously a soft and complaining pop song, but the end note has a strange transposition of Hebei Bangzi, in this early summer afternoon, accompanied by the bustling shopping crowd, inexplicably gave birth to a sense of joy.

Tian Guo didn't have much money in her pocket, she couldn't afford expensive shoes, and her eyes could only sweep around in the cheap plastic sandals, and the boss saw her holding an ice soda in her hand, and felt that she was not sincere in buying shoes, so he said: "My shoes are precious, from Hong Kong, be careful when you look at them, don't spill soda on them." ”

"These shoes are from Hong Kong?" Tian Guo almost didn't laugh out loud, thinking to himself who are you!

The boss nodded seriously, "Of course it's from Hong Kong, does Central know?" That's where I got my goods. The shop is small, the boss's rocking chair is next to the marching bed, a slender arm stretches over, picks out a white strappy high-heeled sandal and says to Tian Guo: "Teresa Teng knows, this is what she wore when she sang in Hong Kong a few days ago, you can try it after drinking soda, if you think it's okay, I'll sell it to you cheaper." ”

"How much cheaper at most?" Tian Guo felt that it was more appropriate to inquire about the price first and then try it on.

The boss said: "The price of each pair of shoes is different, cloth shoes are cheaper, plastic shoes are more expensive, and sheepskin and cowhide are more expensive over there." ”

"Is it pure sheepskin?"

"Of course!" Seeing that Tian Guo was willing to buy, the boss finally stood up, raised his hand and took a pair of small black round-toed leather shoes, and introduced Tian Guo enthusiastically like a TV direct sales host many years later: "Don't lie to you, these shoes are imported from the United Kingdom, I personally bought hard goods from Hong Kong, you see, the sole of this shoe is very strong-" As he spoke, his two hands pinched the toe and tail of the shoe like a cucumber and bent it hard, and the leather shoes instantly became arched.

"Hmm!" Zhang Yang was startled, and his hand holding the soda bottle trembled.

"Let's put it this way, the road is slippery on a rainy day, even if you break your leg, this shoe can't be broken!" The owner said proudly.

Tian Guo pursed his lips, thinking that it would be too frustrating to see the example you cited. She really wanted to buy a pair of shoes, but she didn't have enough money in her pocket, so she searched around and finally fell back to the pile of cheap shoes on the marching bed.

Zhang Yang fell in love with the pair of super flexible sheepskin shoes, picked it up and tried the feel, touched the skin, soft and thin, the style is also good, it feels very foreign, next week he has a blind date, thinking about dressing himself up outstandingly, so he asked the boss with joy: "Does this pair have a men's model?" ”

"No, I only sell women's shoes here." The boss gave him a blank look, and then shifted his gaze to Tian Guo.