In eight or eight years, Dongcheng District has not been renovated, and Dongcheng is still full of factories and bungalows. The people's housing in Beidu is not as delicate as after it was all renovated later, but there is already a saying that commercial housing is not called commercial housing at this time, but whether it is a private house or a public house.

In the future, there are many old houses with no price, but no one wants to live at this time, sweating in the summer and carrying briquettes in the winter, only the detective team has no personal privacy. There is a chance to come to a three-bedroom apartment, and a lot of people are willing to exchange it for a single courtyard, let alone move out of the old courtyard and live in the Khrushchev tube building.

Yang Wei's house is in the lion alley of Dongcheng, the Ming Dynasty set up a workshop, after the Qing soldiers entered the city, they bombed away the old and young of the Ming relics, and the whole workshop was inlaid with white flags, all became flag property, and the house was divided according to the grade in the flag. The Ming and Qing dynasties had different systems, and many Ming-style cornices were picked up by the illiterate Eight Banners, and a lot of square doors, gray bricks and gray tiles were rebuilt one after another.

The door is standing drums, showing the first protection, many people in the alley are staring at the hideous hedgehog reliefs on the lintel, the door of the house with different steps, the military generals who stand with the stone drum are the most, there is not nothing to the stone sling, but a lot of stone slings have been smashed early, and then it is mostly imitation of fake things, many old houses are also repaired as the old ones, and the original door stalls have long been discerned.

There have been many celebrities in this alley, Li Lianying's buddy's house is here, and Sai Jinhua's mother, who had a scandal with the commander of the Eight-Nation Alliance, was also bombed to Stone Lane from here.

After Xinhai, the Beiyang big-headed soldiers carrying Mauser blasted out the old men of the former Qing Dynasty who carried the cage and the birds, and the poor banner people under the white banner who were not blown away changed their old Manchurian surnames one after another, shrunk their heads and became good citizens, and a group of warlords lived in the mansions in the alleys one after another.

But it's not right to say that the alleys are full of illiterates, after all, there are still a few bookstores left by the previous dynasty, Zhang Shizhao and Zhang Taiyan, the two righteous brothers, often post here, and then fight with Lu Xun in the newspaper, the Republic of China version of the forum has made these people extremely watery, and these big water pens live in neighbors, how can a group of itchy warlords have something in their hearts to hold back and not shout, then they can't be powered to play on WeChat.

As soon as the gun rang out at the Lugou Bridge, there was a stir in the alley with Oriental rats, and the good house was all occupied by Luo Quan'er, and the whole moving gendarmerie headquarters jail that moved unconsciously gnawed old pickles with a leather whip, and most of the alleys were inhabited by Japanese overseas Chinese, and plaster flags fluttered on both sides of the road.

When it came to the great people's army, lined up with the mighty and majestic eight-way column into the city, the red flag was rolling, the loess was fluttering, but it was amazing, daring to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky was not a joke, and the alley where the dirt and dirt were hidden suddenly came to a big cleaning, and the cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods all had nothing to hide, and the humanoid creatures that were not all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique, beauty, and labor were all wiped out, and those who dared to get tired of the people's government were absolutely invisible.

By the time of his generation, whoever in the alley still wants to say how the ancestors are, and the small doors and small households in the alley can basically stay are all the low-level people in the former dynasty, and people don't bother to pay attention to you when they see your dilapidated houses, and the widows who are a little worth have long been turned upside down, and the rest of the people who are not good at making their brains are either smashed into slag by the iron fist of the dictatorship, or they don't know where to move bricks to add bricks to the motherland.

Now the old landlords who can be left in the alley, the most luxurious identity of the grandfather is a scumbag, either a bricklayer, the house is still those houses, but the people inside have changed a few times, and they will definitely not see the hairpin family, and they are all gone.

Even if his yard, in the previous life, it was not the new concept of letting the house dealer use the cage for the bird to fool away, and the whole family moved into the building happily, but within a few years there were buildings everywhere, and the buildings were dizzy to look at, and the old north went out for a few years and came back to get lost, and then wanted to go back to the original small single courtyard, so he had to take a building to change.

If you want to say that it is the single courtyard of Yang Wei's family, it is a bit politically incorrect, his family moved after the founding of the People's Republic of China, in fact, the property rights are public, but there are policies for living for a long time, and the old prince's mansion has opened street factories, this era is not so real, not rare old houses, plus Yang Wei is not rare This broken yard, his parents want to change and continue to change, it doesn't matter, it is not easy for people to vacate the house, he ate a lot of sorbet in his last life, and he pretended not to know in this life, he is particular about this person, and he does not eat people in vain.

"Little Erlang is angang, carrying a slingshot to school......"

At the bevel of the alley, there is a food stall supported by a trolley, and a middle-aged man wearing a sleeve on his arm and a big apron behind the car is idle with his sleeves caged, and is alarmed by the familiar children's voice, and immediately looks eagerly in the direction where the song comes from.

Sure enough, a familiar figure jumping up and down turned the corner of the street, and when he saw him, he raised his head and said: "... Lao Cui, let's set auspicious. ”

“… Still coming to this? Master Cui wiped his hands on his apron, his eyes full of hope and entanglement.

"That's when Aung Aung... Correct! ”

Yang Wei jumped to the front of the car twice, reached out to pick up an egg on the stall and threw it to Lao Cui, stretched out his arm to the sky, and shouted: "Jiuyang Chain, the emperor of the ages is fried!" ”

"Hey... Okay, you see. Master Cui took the eggs and didn't talk nonsense, reached out and carried the oil pot on the iron plate, lifted the noodle tube and stirred, spread the batter casually, took out a small shovel and clicked a few times on the iron plate, the wooden brush flew up, followed by one egg after another, and kept knocking eggs......

"Hey, my eyes are up today." An old man wearing a cloth coat, kicking old shoes, and holding a pair of lion heads in his hands, paced past the pancake stall, and stretched out his head to look at the famous dishes of the Northern Capital court that were taking shape on the iron plate, and was amazed.

"Grandpa Liu, you are walking!" Yang Wei smiled and greeted the old man politely, "Have you eaten?" ”

"It's not as good as you, man." Old man Liu and Yang Wei were bored, his curious eyes still did not leave the iron plate, and he asked casually, "Listen to your kid's voice just now, what do you mean, this fried... Still have a story in it? ”

Old man Liu called himself a supernumerary worker of the Liuli Factory, and he slipped away in Panjiayuan if he had nothing to do, and he couldn't wait to pick up the vinegar dish and turn it over to see if there was a bottom money, and he wanted to know the story inside when he saw the strange object.

"Tsk, Master Liu, you know how to do it at a glance."

Yang Wei changed his admiration to the old Liu Tou, and pointed to the objects that Master Cui was busy working on the iron plate, "I don't tell him about ordinary people, it is said that when King Yan raised troops to settle the country, the army was scattered by Li Jinglong's ambush when he crossed the Yellow River, and King Yan had to lead the remnants of the army to retreat to Donkey Head Ditch. ”

said, the words changed, "King Yan touched his belly, it was a hungry Yang Tian sighed, and screamed sadly, 'Lonely and hungry' pulled out his sword and was about to kill himself, and he was about to splatter blood five steps, guess what, wow, suddenly the wind was blowing, lightning and thunder roared, and I saw five words floating in the sky: This is not a problem!" Followed by a rain of pancakes in the sky, it was called a fragrant fragrance. ”

Old man Liu was stunned, Master Cui's movements slowed down, and the two listened attentively to Yang Wei Baihuo: "... King Yan called the pancakes stupid, how could he understand this, thanks to Yao Guangxiao beside him, he pinched his fingers and shouted Xiangrui, Wang, how do you go, it turns out that this day is the first line of the moon and the earth, and the nine yangs of fire, water, wood and Jiuyang are connected, which coincides with the rest of the heavenly court's imperial kitchen. Things have been put for a long time anyway, so the cook who was happy on the holiday heard someone shouting hungry in the world, and casually threw the extra pancakes in the imperial kitchen, the fruit was thrown down from the sky, and the king of Yan chewed the pancakes with the fruit in his mouth, which was full of tears, crying with a smile, don't you believe it, the two of you can eat a set of hot pancakes when you are hungry, are you always nostalgic for that moment, are you happy? ”

Lao Liu swallowed and foamed, nodded involuntarily, and the pancake Lao Cui kept silently remembering the story while holding his hands.

"Ahh Yang Wei, who said that he believed it, got positive feedback from the audience, and immediately shook his spirit, and slapped his face shut, "So after Zhu Di, the king of Yan, ascended the throne, he set the year name Yongle, but he can't forget this pancake fruit, in order to commemorate that day, he also deliberately spread three eggs on the left and right sides of the pancake, looking horizontally and vertically at three lines, implying Jiuyang Chain, the so-called mountains and rivers are exhausted and there is no way out, you are not in a hurry, when the imperial kitchen is on vacation, look at the sky floating words, eat Jiuyang Lianhuan - the emperor of the ages fried!" ”

Without waiting for the two people on the field to react, Yang Wei threw down two yuan, happily took the pancake fruit wrapped in newspaper and took a bite, tightened the strap of the schoolbag, shook the watermelon head, left a legendary back, and swayed away.

Lao Liu looked at the watermelon head swaying up and down and walked away, swallowed and foamed in his mouth, and ordered Lao Cui with some hesitation: "Give it to me... Add nine eggs, and still spread a pancake fruit, and there are no food stamps, right? ”

"What do you mean by spreading a pancake fruit?"

Master Cui squinted his eyes and despised the old Liu, wiped his hands with an apron, and said unhappily, "Your family asked the Bodhisattva to buy it?" Are you eating pancakes for this? ”

"Hey, you're a pancake stall, so I'm going to have to get a pancake fruit from you?" Lao Liu Tou's hand that was taking out the money stopped, and he was a little unconvinced.

"Layman, you have to call an auspicious rui, otherwise you won't smash my old Cui brand, and you will also report a big name."

Master Cui refused to drop the pancake seller, raised his chin, and shouted proudly, "Jiuyang Chain, the emperor of the ages is fried!" ”

Old man Liu: "......"

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In the first two years of the Northern Capital, you had to take two taels of food stamps to buy a baked cake, you had to ask for local and national food stamps to eat restaurants and non-staple food, and you had to take each family's grain book to buy grain and oil, which was an item more important than the household registration book. In the past two years, the city has begun to quietly and gradually eliminate the bills, because of the asymmetry of information and the difference in feelings, the suburban counties of the northern capital and most of the country are still using food stamps.

Lao Cui's eggs were exchanged for the peasant brothers who followed up with the city with food stamps, and the old lady with small feet carried a basket, and the peasant uncle finally saved a few paper boxes to hatch the chickens, and he exchanged them with the food stamps that were used less and less frequently, and his heart was very bad.