After calling home and about to go back to the youth apartment, the phone rang, and after answering the phone, a man's slightly hoarse voice said in very broken Russian: "Hello! I'm looking for Peng. I was a little puzzled, so I replied, "Hello! I'm Peng, who are you? The other party happily switched to Chinese and said, "Peng, I am loyal." I also asked in Chinese: "Zhong, it's you, how did your voice become like this?" Zhong replied, "I have just returned from the countryside and have caught a cold. I asked, "Why did you go to the countryside?" To harvest potatoes? Zhong Haha replied with a smile: "Peng, you are really joking, my friends and I went to the countryside to sell goods." I asked with interest, "Is it good to go to the countryside to sell goods?" Zhong said, "It's okay, do you have time at night?" Come to my house for dinner, and I'll tell you about it when the time comes. I said, "I have time in the evening, but I'm going to go back to the dormitory first and get to you a little later." Zhong said: "Okay, a word is a certainty, I still have friends to come, I will introduce you to you, and we will have a good drink together in the evening." ”

I went back to the youth apartment, and Tanya was preparing dinner in the kitchen, and I asked her to stop cooking and we went to be guests. After changing our clothes, we first went to the mall and bought a bottle of Georgian wine and a bottle of vodka. I waved a private car at the entrance of the mall, and arrived at a neighborhood according to the address I had given to him, which was a five-story Khrushchev building, and the rows of buildings shaped like erected tofu blocks were neatly arranged as if they were made of a mold, and even the small square in front of the building was exactly the same size. If it weren't for the numbers marked on the side walls of each building, it would have been really easy to get lost between the identical pieces of tofu.

During the reign of Khrushchev in the last century, a large number of five-story small simple residential buildings were built in various parts of the Soviet Union, which were later nicknamed "Khrushchev buildings". In order to meet the requirements of 1980 set by the Soviet Union at that time, every household has its own house, time is tight, funds are scarce, and the task is heavy, so it is necessary to unify standards, concentrate on construction, and speed up the progress. In order to control the cost and catch up with the public equipment, most of the building parts at that time were pre-manufactured by the factory, and then the building was directly built like building blocks, and there was no need for design drawings and architectural designers, and the house was cast in a mold. The goal of the Soviet Union was clear: in 1980, every Soviet family would be able to move into their new house. Under such a housing policy, the majority of citizens have moved from the basements, sheds, and dilapidated houses where they used to live into independent units. At that time, it was so popular with the people that some people called the period when Khrushchev was in power the spring of the Soviet Union. Although the "Khrushchev Building" without any decoration is not impressive, it is cheap in cost, has functions in place, and has relatively complete auxiliary facilities. Objectively speaking, under the social conditions of the time, the "Khrushchev Building" improved the housing conditions of residents throughout the country in a relatively short period of time. The neighborhood is probably a product of that time, and decades have passed, and the buildings look dilapidated.

We found the building where Tadashi lived, went up the narrow and dilapidated staircase to the fourth floor, and when we rang the doorbell, we saw a flash of light behind the door mirror, and after a loud noise, Tadashi opened the door. Zhong and Mi rented a two-bedroom apartment, I was the first time to enter this kind of Khrushchev room room, a little curious, so I observed it very carefully, the small entrance hall after entering the door, a bedroom on the left and right of the door, the left hand of the door is the bathroom, in the inside is a narrow kitchen, through the kitchen can go up to the balcony outside, the corner of the entrance hall is piled up with two large bags, making the already narrow entrance hall more crowded. The temperature on the street is low, but it is warm inside. Mi was busy in the kitchen, a smell of dishes wafted from the kitchen, and after handing the wine to Tadashi and Mi, Tadashi let us into the room on the right hand. The room was not very large, and there was a set of shabby fabric sofas, and there was a row of cabinets against the wall opposite the sofa, and a bulky TV was placed on the cabinet, and a few large bags were piled up by the window, which I think should be loyal goods.

On the sofa sat a dark, thin middle-aged Vietnamese man in his thirties, who Chung introduced to us that this was the last word of his good friend Vu, and that Vietnamese usually call each other by their first name. Wu got up and shook my hand warmly, and after inviting us to sit down, he poured a cup of strong green tea for me and Tanya, which was bitter in our mouths but full of relish. Zhong said in a hoarse voice: "Peng, you sit for a while, I'll go and help Mi, do you want to watch the video?" I have the videotapes of your Chinese films. I asked, "What are the Chinese film tapes?" "Zhong said;" Czech strong (Jackie Chan) films. Danya clapped her hands and said, "Okay, I like the Czech strong." "Zhong found a Russian version of Jackie Chan's "Police Story" and inserted it into the camera.

Tanya watched the video like a child and watched it happily, laughing at one moment and screaming nervously at the other: "Hurry! I watched "Police Story" when I was in college, so I wasn't very interested. Seeing that Wu was not too interested in the video, he chatted with Wu, and Wu's Russian was better than Zhong's. Wu told me that he was from Vietnam NhaTrang, seeing that I didn't understand, Wu specially wrote out NhaTrang in English, I told sù Wu I only know Hanoi and Saigon (Ho Chi Minh City) in Vietnam, Wu went to the kitchen to call Lai Chung to find this world map, turned to the page of Vietnam and pointed it to me, it turned out that NhaTrang is a small seaside city hundreds of kilometers from Ho Chi Minh City, I later specially checked the Chinese version of the world map, it turned out that NhaTrang was called Nha Trang. I also use the world map to tell me where I come from in China. NhaTrang is a small, tranquil city with a pleasant climate that stays in the mid-twenties all year round, warm in winter and not hot in summer, with beautiful white sand beaches and stunning seaside scenery that many Americans spent their vacations there during the Vietnam War. Wu said that if he was at home now, he could lie on the beach and have a cup of shuai (a drink made from the juice of a whole mango and crushed ice), and enjoy the sea breeze very leisurely, watching the beautiful women swimming on the beach. Wu talked about his beautiful hometown, and I couldn't help but be fascinated by the intoxication on his face, when the cold weather in Novosibirsk was a charming summer scene in the small seaside town called NhaTrang. Tanya also diverted her attention from the movie, quietly listening to Wu's narration, and after listening to Wu's talk about his hometown, Tanya whispered to me: "Peng, I really want to go to NhaTrang, let's go to blow the sea breeze together, I have never seen the sea when I am so big." Wu said, "You go to NhaTrang, I will take you out to sea and take you to eat seafood." "When I heard this, my saliva was about to come out.

Wu went on to say that he used to go out to sea to fish at home, and after the collapse of the Soviet Union, he followed his friends to Moscow, Russia, and lived in a Vietnamese building to sell goods. Wu said, he has been to many Russian cities, and now all over Russia, the larger cities have one or even several Chinese markets, and in each market, in addition to Chinese, there are Vietnamese and North Koreans who sell Chinese goods, and among these foreign people, only they Vietnamese are in a group, not only helping each other in daily life, but also taking care of each other in the process of business. Although the Chinese, Vietnamese and North Koreans sell goods from China, clothing, shoes and hats, and the types of daily necessities that everyone operates are basically the same, but the most profitable are the Vietnamese, because they have a reserve price for the same goods, and will never break the rules for their own money. The price offered by a Vietnamese vendor is the same for all Vietnamese stalls, and they will never bargain with each other, and if a Vietnamese is bullied, all Vietnamese will stand up together.

When I heard this, I felt a little embarrassed, the Chinese and these Vietnamese gangsters in Russia are simply incomparable, those ruffians and hooligans in China collude with the Russian underworld to step on the bag, specifically kill their own compatriots, and viciously compete with each other, like the fat brother Lao Chen They encountered the robbery in the international column, and the contradiction between Xiao Tao and Wang Fatzi. It would be great if the Chinese masters could be as united as the Vietnamese masters.

I asked them about going to the countryside to sell goods, and Wu told me that he and Zhong had chartered a van of a Russian acquaintance and brought cotton clothes and down jackets to the countryside to sell, and the business was good, and in three or four days, a truckload of goods was sold. I asked him if he had met the police, and he said that he must have been, and the country police are not as dark as the city police, so you can pay for two bottles of wine. The most feared thing is to encounter bandits and hooligans to rob, so they are very careful everywhere. In the past, there was a case of Vietnamese people going to the countryside to sell goods and being robbed, the Vietnamese rented a car from a strange Russian to sell goods, but after selling the goods, they were robbed halfway through, and the Vietnamese were beaten half to death and thrown on the road. So when they go to the countryside to sell goods, they rent a car from a Russian driver who knows the roots, even if it costs a little more.

Tadashi came over and called for Wu to help move the kitchen table into the room, and Tanya and I followed to help with the stools. Russians usually eat in the kitchen, and only when guests come and they can't sit in the kitchen will they go to the living room to eat. The table in the kitchen can be stretched, usually just enough for two or three people to sit in the kitchen, but now when it is lifted to the room and opened, it becomes a large square table.

Tanya helped Mi bring the dishes that had been made, we started to eat, and we had a great time at dinner, Tanya and Mi drank wine, and the three of us men drank vodka. The dishes weren't very hearty, with a beef broth, chicken curry, a mixed vegetable salad, and a plate of boiled and sliced pork with a bowl of yellow, vinegar-like dressing and a plate of lemon juice on the side. Mi said apologetically, Vietnamese food is mainly vegetables and seafood, there is no seafood here, and there are few vegetables, so you can only make some simple local ingredients. We first filled a small bowl of beef soup with an enticing aroma, the soup was very clear with some onion shredded on the top, and I felt the taste of peppercorns, star anise and pepper in the soup. When I heard Mi say this, I thought to myself, no wonder this soup tastes so delicious. Zhong asked us to taste the plate of sliced pork, after saying that, he demonstrated how to pick up a piece of pork with chopsticks, dip it in the spices and lemon juice in the bowl next to it, I ate a slice of pork like him, and the meat in my mouth was mixed with sweet and sour taste, very refreshing without a trace of fishiness. Tanya also ate a slice, and then even said that it was delicious, and that our bowl of yellow, vinegar-like seasoning was made by her with fish sauce brought from Vietnam. If we like, she can give us a bottle, and Tanya quickly nodded and said yes. The chicken curry is also sour and spicy, very appetizing. Zhong is really right, Mi's cooking skills are first-class. I didn't expect to be able to eat such delicious and authentic Vietnamese food in cold Novosibirsk.