Pingshui Town, located in the northern mountainous area of Shaxi County, Wenyang City, is about 47 kilometers away from the county seat, and has jurisdiction over four residential areas, including Shuidongmen, Shuinanmen, Shimen, and Ximen, as well as 54 administrative villages including Fengcun, Xiashantou, Dongli, Sanguanmiao, etc.

With a total area of 57.8 square kilometers and a population of 66,000, the town is a remote town with agricultural production as the main focus and industry and commerce as a sideline.

Yang Hao is in his third year of high school at the only Pingshui High School in the town, and his grades are among the top ten in the class.

Both parents worked in the brewery in the town, and the brewery was a public enterprise in Pingshui Town, which was still prosperous in the past two years, until 2002, when it plummeted, and it was impossible to make ends meet.

By the time Yang Hao changed his clothes and came down the stairs, the slim Wang Hui had already been waiting impatiently in the courtyard on the first floor.

"Why are you so slow, you said that you will leave at half past seven this morning, you see what time it is now......" Seeing Yang Hao coming out of the house, Wang Hui opened her mouth and complained: "I have to go to Teacher Zhang's house to review my homework in the afternoon!" ”

Looking at Wang Hui in the courtyard pouting and looking unhappy, Yang Hao's heart was as sweet as eating honey......

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault, it's all my fault for oversleeping......" Yang Hao turned around and closed the door, and only grinned after coming to Wang Hui's side: "In this way, when I get to the place later, I'll treat you to a barbecue!" ”

"Don't you...... The teacher said that it is not good to eat too much fried barbecue food! Wang Hui frowned.

"Then what do you want to eat?" Yang Hao asked.

"I remember last year's 'Bowl Bowl', there was a shop that sold fried chestnuts, but it was fragrant......"

"Then eat fried chestnuts, I invite you to eat!" Yang Hao agreed very boldly.

"Yay!" Wang Hui was very happy, and naturally pushed it on Yang Hao's back, and on the round goose egg face, the two small dimples were very happy: "You pedal the car, I'll sit in the back!" ”

Bang Jar, a local dialect in Pingshui Town, refers to the annual gathering that starts on time on Shimen Road in the town from March 15 to March 18 of the lunar calendar.

At this time of year, there will be a large number of vendors from all over the world, selling a variety of goods, including delicious snacks that you can't usually eat, as well as a full variety of daily necessities, as well as many amusement facilities that you can't see in Pingshui Town!

For young people in this era, the bowl is the most anticipated festival of the year.

May 2, 1999 is not a special day, the crowded May Day Golden Week in the future will not start until September 1999, after the official issuance of the document of the Central Guo Affairs Yuan, that is, from 2000 onwards.

Therefore, people in this era do not have any special feelings about May 1.

From home to Shimen Road in town, it takes 20 minutes by bicycle.

Yang Hao rode a brand-new silver 26 bicycle, 1.79 meters tall, handsome appearance, and a pure white sweatshirt full of sunshine, he was a typical handsome guy in this era, and his superior appearance conditions were also the main reason why Zhao Meiyun fell in love with him later.

Wang Hui, who was sitting on the back seat and holding Yang Hao's abdomen with one hand, belonged to the kind of innocent academic girl, with a sweet and lovely goose egg face and an emerald green dress showing off in the wind, which also attracted the attention of many young men along the way.

Especially when Yang Hao was pedaling the car and telling jokes to make Wang Hui giggle, the dimples on the girl's face added a few different flavors, which looked particularly beautiful.

If Yang Hao still had an impression, he would definitely not choose to take Wang Hui to the 'Bowl Festival' so ostentatiously......

Two people riding a 26 bicycle had just turned an intersection when three teenagers who were chatting on the side of the road suddenly fell silent......

"Isn't that Wang Hui from our class?" A teenager who was still wearing a Pingshui High School uniform raised his hand and pointed to the bicycle that was riding in front of him towards the town, and his pimple-ridden face showed a hint of surprise, and he said, "Who is that one with her?" ”

"It seems to be a neighbor of Wang Hui's family, one year higher than us, in the third or fourth class of high school." Another teenager on the side touched his head and said uncertainly: "The guy who was just beaten by Meiyi at the intersection last time is him, right?" ”

"Hey...... It's so daring, even Meiyi's girlfriend dares to soak! The last chubby boy threw away the half of the cigarette butt in his hand, turned his head and said to the other two: "Look at the direction they are going, they should be going to catch the tank...... You two follow, I'll go and sue sù Meiyi! ”

"Okay."

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On the first day of the Bang Jar Festival, the men, women and children of Pingshui Town almost poured out of the nest.

As soon as the bicycle reached the entrance of Nanmen Street, the crowd forced Yang Hao to stop pedaling, push the bicycle, and walk to Shimen Road with Wang Hui.

In the memory of later generations, the shops are piled up, which can be called the most prosperous South Gate Street in the entire Pingshui Town, and it is still overwhelmed by the deep-rooted Triangle Street.

Walking with Wang Hui on the familiar and unfamiliar South Gate Street, Yang Hao's big eyes have been looking at both sides of the street.

In 1999, there were only about 20 shops on Nanmen Street, mainly dealing in department stores, hardware and dry goods from the north and south, next to the largest central farmers' market in Pingshui Town, but business was always dull, and there was not much potential.

But Yang Hao clearly remembers that the downfall of Nanmen Street will last until 2004 at most, and earth-shaking changes will occur.

The inaccessible Triangle Street will gradually fade out of people's vision and eventually become a beautiful part of memory.

And now the annual rent of only two or three thousand yuan in the Nanmen Street store pù will soar since 2004, and around 2009, the annual rent of a store pù of more than ten or twenty square meters on Nanmen Street will have to increase to at least 150,000 yuan, and it is still the kind that has no price!

It was only in 2004 that the industry and commerce of Pingshui Town gradually replaced the original agricultural production and became the main industry of Pingshui Town.

The reason why he observed the pù storefronts on both sides was that Yang Hao still remembered hearing a relative in his family say that from 1999 to early 2001, many shops on Nanmen Street were sold together with houses......

At this time, the price of a three-story small building with a façade and a residence is less than 80,000 yuan!

If you buy more than ten or twenty sets of his tun as soon as possible, or the price will double in a few years, it will be the rhythm of the richest man in Pingshui Town......

"What are you looking at?" Yang Hao's appearance of looking left and right aroused Wang Hui's curiosity, and she also followed Yang Hao's gaze, but she could only see some old mansions with mottled exterior walls...... What's so good about the old house? It's all over town!

"I remember there was a breakfast shop on this street...... I haven't eaten when I wake up early in the morning! Yang Hao shrugged his shoulders and said, "Why didn't you see it after looking around......

"There's a breakfast shop on this street?" Wang Hui looked at Yang Hao with a hint of suspicion.

As the eldest daughter of the family, Wang Hui often goes to the town to help the family buy things, and she is no stranger to Nanmen Street...... She never knew there was a breakfast seller on this street!

"Ahem." The casual nonsense was debunked by Wang Hui on the spot, Yang Hao couldn't help coughing lightly, and then took the initiative to change the topic, "Maybe I'm mistaken...... Let's go, there won't even be a place to park later! ”

"Oh, yes, yes...... Hurry up! Yang Hao woke up the dreamer with a word, recalling the lively scene of last year's Bang Cylinder Festival, Wang Hui clearly remembered that on the crowded Shimen Road, there was no gap for even parking a bicycle!

So, the two of them invariably quickened their pace and desperately moved forward in the crowd......