As for jokes, there is also this variety in Huaxia at this time, but they do not belong to the literary genre, and most of them are translated from Western jokes, in fact, good jokes are also very nurturing, things that are both happy and nurturing, no matter how you say it, they can be regarded as works of art, right?

After experiencing the bombardment of jokes in the Internet era in later generations, coupled with the edification of Huaxia TV sketch shows, even the most stupid people can tell a few jokes. Yang Xia in his previous life can only be regarded as a humorous person, not particularly humorous, but Yang Xia's humor belongs to that kind of cold humor, this kind of quality, used to study jokes, can inadvertently "break the news".

If you want to sell literature in Xiangcheng Port for a living, can you? Absolutely. There are also some professional writers in Xiangcheng Port, such as the famous Jin Dada, Gu Long, Liang Yusheng, etc., even if they are one of them, such as Yishu, such as Ni Kuang, such as Liang Fengyi, etc.

Since others can do it, of course Yang Xia, the reborn one, can do it.

Objectively speaking, if Yang Xia was only at the level of literature in his previous life, he could become an amateur writer in Xiangchenggang at most, but the changes that Yang Xia had after his rebirth made Yang Xia gain a great freedom in writing, because he not only had the height of a reborn person, but also possessed a certain mystery brought about by cultivation.

Don't underestimate this mystery, we have been dominated by atheism for many years, and we have lacked awe in our hearts, but Xiangcheng Port is not, Treasure Island is not, and overseas Chinese are not, they have faith.

The mystery of the work is not feudal superstition, it is just an attitude towards the unknown, of course. Some writers on the mainland have also handled this issue very well, but there are also quite a few writers who uphold the idea that "man will conquer heaven." Can man overcome the heavens? From a literary point of view, the old man and the sea are already the best ending for mankind.

Seeing Yang Xia carrying a rucksack and running from publishing house to publication, "cousin" Song Mingzhao was a little confused: This Yang Xia won't be selling literature for a living, right? If he wanted to support him and pay his own salary, wouldn't that be a bit of a fantasy?

Song Mingzhao didn't ask. But this doubt is written on the face. Song Mingzhao didn't ask. I am not sure of my own speculation, if Yang Xia is the young master of the mainland, he should not worry about the source of life, after all. Such a big house. In Xiangcheng Port, it can be regarded as a propertoire.

Although Yang Xia felt the doubts of her "cousin". But Yang Xia didn't say anything, and he was fully confident that his works would sell.

Really. In the afternoon, when he was about to get off work, Yang Xia finally opened, and in the famous "Wen Wei Po" agency, Yang Xia sold 4 essays in his hand at a price of 1,000 Hong Kong dollars.

As mentioned earlier, Yang Xia's essays are all themes excavated from the pile of historical papers, and "Jing Bao" took a fancy to it in the hope that Yang Xia could write a series, and the two sides signed a contract, and Yang Xia must give "Wen Wei Po" 1 historical essay manuscript every week thereafter.

The signing of this contract allowed Yang Xia to have a monthly income of 4,000 Hong Kong dollars, which is obviously not enough to meet Yang Xia's expenses, but this is a good start, with a check of 4,000 Hong Kong dollars, Yang Xia decided to celebrate a little for himself.

"Cousin, where is the food stall, let's go celebrate and celebrate." It's time for dinner.

"Not going home to eat?"

"Treat yourself to the money you've earned." Yang Xia said.

"That's okay, the food stalls near the University of Hong Kong are mainly for student consumption, the environment is good, and the price is good. Let's go there. Song Mingzhao quickly entered his role.

An hour later, under the leadership of Song Mingzhao, Yang Xia came to an alley on Bofulin Road, and Yang Xia just stood at the mouth of the alley and smelled the strong aroma of food in the alley.

"What a place, in the future, you can come here often to eat!" Yang Xia took a deep breath of the fragrance in the air and sighed in his heart.

As Yang Xia, who has experienced the rich food era of Shudu in later generations, the most unsuitable thing after rebirth is food, even if he lives in the General Staff Guest House, his food makes Yang Xia very unhappy, because its variety is too single, how can there be a roadside stall in later generations. The only food in this era that is stronger than that of later generations is just one ingredient.

At this time, the food of Xiangcheng Port can be completely connected with the food of later generations, although it has marine characteristics, but Yang Xia still likes it very much.

The food stalls in Xiangcheng Port have flourished since the Second World War, and this time should be at the peak/tide era, after that, due to the environmental requirements of the British authorities in Hong Kong, many neighborhoods will be renovated, at least only 28 of these open-air restaurants with formal legal status remain.

In front of a small "Zhang Ji food stall", Song Mingzhao and Yang Xia stopped.

"Sister Song, bring a friend to dinner?" As soon as the two sat down, a girl wearing an apron and about a little older than Yang Xia immediately came over to greet them warmly.

"Hehe, Wanzhu, today is not the weekend, why are you home?" Song Mingzhao also greeted warmly, obviously, Song Mingzhao and this person named Wanzhu are at least old acquaintances.

"Sister Song, who is this?" Wanzhu's eyes glanced at Yang Xia with interest, the clothes Yang Xia was wearing were actually relatively earthy, and at the same time, he was also carrying a canvas bag that mainland boys loved to carry. Fortunately, this girl's eyes were just curious, and she didn't disdain anything about it. After all, no one who haunts food stalls is very noble.

"Hehe, this is my cousin, Yang Xia, oh, Yang Xia, this is Zhang Wanzhu, a second-year law student at the University of Hong Kong, you have to learn more from her."

"Hello!" Yang Xia and Zhang Wanzhu greeted each other almost at the same time, but Yang Xia also added a few words, "In the future, please take care of Senior Sister Wanzhu." ”

"Oh, this is Xiao Song, what are you going to eat today?" At this time, the boss also came over to say hello.

"Dad, go ahead, I'll arrange it." Zhang Wanzhu pushed Boss Zhang away, and then, Zhang Wanzhu took out a small notebook and a pen from the pocket of her apron, "What should Sister Song eat?" ”

"Yang Xia, come on." Song Mingzhao looked at Yang Xia.

"Well, I won't." Yang Xia waved his hand. It's not that Yang Xia doesn't know, but he doesn't want to seem to know too much about everything, these foods on the food stalls, he has never eaten less in his previous life, almost every day in the south on business trips or meetings, he has friends to entertain him, of course, the name of some foods Yang Xia may be a little unsure of whether it is true.

"A small portion of shrimp, two small yellow croaker, a stir-fried snail meat, and a radish beef soup; The main food is two servings of fried pho, one large and one small. Song Mingzhao was really very expert, and he almost didn't pause when the names of the dishes came out, but after Song Mingzhao finished ordering, he looked at Yang Xia again.

"That's all." Although Yang Xia had cultivated, the amount of food did not increase.

"Not drinking something?" Song Mingzhao asked.

"You can drink some, I'm a minor, I can't drink."

"I'm talking about drinks." Song Mingzhao's words have a little bit of a chivalrous flavor.

"Radish beef soup, thirst-quenching and beauty, what else do you drink?" Yang Xia fought back very wittily.

"Okay, Sister Song, you wait a minute, it'll be fine right away." When Zhang Wanzhu saw the appearance of the two, she didn't dare to laugh, so she went to prepare food.

Originally, it was not wrong to drink some fruit juice drinks, and Yang Xia himself liked it. It's just that Song Mingzhao played a little trick here, she deliberately asked Yang Xia without ordering, the purpose was to make Yang Xia make a small mistake and let her hit it.

For example, Yang Xia said let's have a glass of juice, Song Mingzhao will fight back, big men don't even dare to drink wine? If Yang Xia said that he would have a bottle of beer, Song Mingzhao would criticize, what kind of wine are you drinking as a minor; So, Yang Xia directly said that you can drink some, I am a minor. At this time, as long as Song Mingzhao raised his hand to surrender and said Okay, let's all have a drink or juice, or since I won't drink it anymore, it won't attract Yang Xia's counterattack.

However, Song Mingzhao still didn't give up and said that I was talking about drinks, which gave Yang Xia a handle, and Yang Xia's counterattack was very sharp, the radish beef soup was good, thirst-quenching and beautiful, so that Song Mingzhao had nothing to say all of a sudden.

At this time, Song Mingzhao can also use a woman's petty nature to achieve his goal, but that is tantamount to publicly admitting defeat in front of Yang Xia. How could a girl who could be selected as a spy be a stupid person, so she immediately stopped talking.

"Sister Song, I heard some time ago that you were going to resign, what are you doing now?" Zhang Wanzhu brought the dishes up, and chatted with Song Mingzhao while there were not many guests.

"I'm my cousin's assistant now." Song Mingzhao told the truth, there is nothing to keep secret.

"Yang Xia's assistant?" Zhang Wanzhu was a little puzzled.

"Yes, my cousin is going to study at HKU next semester, and he has some business matters that I need to deal with." Song Mingzhao could only pick it up and say.

"Business matters?" Zhang Wanzhu's mouth opened wide, could it be that the young man in front of him was still a rich second generation? But it doesn't look like it.

"Yo, isn't this Wanzhu sister paper? Today, how can I be free! At this moment, suddenly five or six young men in short-sleeved shirts with black snake tattoos on their shoulders suddenly appeared.

"What are you going to do, didn't you pay this month's protection fee on the first day?" As soon as Zhang Wanzhu saw a few guys, she immediately stood up excitedly and said.

Yang Xia continued his pho business, secretly a little happy, Nepal media, it's only been a few days in Xiangcheng Port, won't you meet the black club?

"Hehe, Sister Wanzhu is telling a joke, how can it be that Brother Li did such a lowly thing as collecting protection money, Brother Li, don't you say?" A follower patted the ass of the boss of the line.

"That's right, Wanzhu Sister Paper, you see that I've been collecting protection money from your shop for a long time? Besides, we don't call it a protection fee, but a security management fee, and if you promise to be friends with me, I promise to waive the security management fee for your shop. (To be continued......)

PS: Special thanks to the wolf helpless classmates for their monthly ticket support!