"When, when, when", the big Western grandfather clock in the corner of the wall rang three times, and it was already three o'clock in the morning.

After the outline was listed, Chai Dongliang stretched his waist, but he still didn't feel sleepy, and he shouted to the guards on night duty outside: "Someone." ”

Fang Qingyu walked in: "Governor, what are your orders?" ”

Chai Dongliang saw that it was him, and said with a smile: "Mu Chen, you don't have to stay up late every day, I am a night owl who comes to the spirit after dark, and you have a lot of things to do every day, so let's rest." ”

Fang Qingyu explained with a faint smile: "There is a reception ball tomorrow, I will take someone to arrange it in advance, so as to save time and hurry??? What does the governor command? ”

Chai Dongliang smiled: "I'm a little hungry, can I get something to eat?" ”

Fang Qingyu was embarrassed: "The stoves in this big room and the small room are sealed, now if you stab the fire to cook, it will take half an hour for the fire to come up, or can you eat some bread or something?" ”

Chai Dongliang smiled: "Then forget it." With that, he walked to the window, pushed open the carved wooden window and took a deep breath of the fresh air of the spring night. After twisting his waist and moving his numb muscles and bones for a long time, Chai Dongliang found that in a small building diagonally opposite, there were still several houses with lights on.

He's not the only night owl!

That building was the guest house of the Military Advisory Office, where Song Jiaoren, Yang Shiqi, and the Wu brothers and sisters all lived, and they specially ran from Wuhu to Anqing to take care of the injured He Tianshou, and the two sisters He Moshi and Mo Xiaolian, because the hospital was afraid that outsiders would infect the wounded with germs, so they were also arranged to live there.

It's a coincidence, not only Chai Dongliang didn't sleep all night, but everyone else didn't sleep either, and several rooms were bright.

They are all people with hearts and minds, where is it so easy to fall asleep?

Fang Qingyu patted his head and said, "Governor, there should still be food sellers on Xiujin Street not far from our Military Advisory Mansion, so I'll go buy it for you." ”

Xiujin Street is a flower street, every night to sleep in the willows of the disciples gather there one after another, from the beginning of the lantern to the head of the rooster is crowded with people, the traffic is busy. It doesn't get quiet until the morning, and the vendors who sell wontons, dumplings and other late-night snacks also set up stalls from the evening until noon.

Chai Dongliang plans to ban the tobacco house in Anhui Province, but he does not plan to ban this leather and meat business, as long as the girl is not abducted and sold by someone's teeth, and the Jiyuan is willing to pay flower donations, it will be left to fend for itself. From the end of the Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China, many women had to go to the Jiyuan to beg for a bite to eat, and the folk had the custom of calling the bureau, the literati and the wealthy businessmen sang poems and talked about business, and it was popular to ask the red people of the Jiyuan to accompany them.

"Mu Chen, go and see, if Mr. Song, Mr. Yang, Mr. Wu, Miss Wu, and Miss Mo don't rest, let them go to the street for supper together, and also take a look at our Anqing by the way."

The time is not big, Yang Shiqi ran over first, he is a merry and talented man who has always regarded Qinlou Chu Pavilion as his home, and he only goes to bed at dawn in the morning every day, and he comes to Anqing to do something serious but his habits are difficult to change, so he tosses and turns in bed all night. After a while, Song Jiaoren and Bei Yihui were also dressed neatly, and the two of them discussed how to win Chai Dongliang to join the Kuomintang overnight, repeatedly scrutinizing every detail, and planning to find a suitable time to have a showdown with Chai Dongliang. A quarter of an hour later, Mo Xiaolian also got dressed and came over, her sister He Mo was an old-school figure and a married woman, so she didn't join in the fun.

The last one is Wu Meiqi, who was complained by her brother Wu Jintang while walking, thinking that it was too long for her to groom and dress up.

The appearance of Mo Xiaolian and Wu Meiqi made Yang Shiqi's eyes light up, and he clapped his hands and applauded: "Good, good, talented and beautiful, born with a perfect match, they all have good eyesight." ”

One sentence made the faces of the two girls blush, but their hearts were sweet, and their impression of Yang Shiqi suddenly improved.

"What Mr. Xingcheng said is not right, when Chai Dudu is making meritorious contributions, he should be the champion Hou Huo to go to the sick 'The Huns have not been destroyed, why should the family be' as an example, Brother Guanghua is a hero, how can he be distracted in the affairs of his children?" Song Jiaoren and Yang Shiqi have been fighting openly and secretly in the past two days, and bickering has become a habit, and he didn't notice it at all, and the two girls were about to glare at him fiercely with knife-sharp eyes.

Chai Dongliang just smiled playfully, and then beckoned everyone to go to Xiujin Street for supper. Fang Qingyu brought a few guards, dressed in civilian clothes and serving as guards with a pistol stuck in his waist.

Walking out of the Governor's Mansion to the market, there are black lights everywhere and wild dogs come out from time to time, scaring Mo Xiaolian and Wu Meiqi and screaming, and unconsciously walked out of more than a mile, and saw a long street brightly lit, and every house facing the street was hung with red lanterns.

It was already more than three o'clock in the morning, and the lights in the courtyard would not be extinguished until dawn, but at this time, the girl was either picked up by the guests, or there were already guests in the house, and the most lively time of Xiujin Street had passed. Only occasionally can you see a few prostitutes in their thirties and forties with their faces wiped white and their lips painted as if they had drunk blood, and timidly hiding in the corner to solicit customers. These old and decrepit prostitutes can no longer attract the favor of rich sons, so they have to rent a hut to make a "half-closed" sound, and if there are no regular customers in the second half of the night, they will run to Xiujin Street to try their luck.

The old wonton picks, next to a few small square tables and small square stools, the patent leather has fallen off and stained, but it has been wiped spotlessly, and the apricot yellow guise is not sticky and greasy although it has been washed white.

Far away from the wonton stall, I smelled a pungent fragrance. The wonton seller is an old couple, an old man in his fifties, who is counting the few coppers over and over again, and an old woman is making wontons, and the technique is extremely sharp.

"A few masters, oh, and two young ladies. You can try my ravioli, you will never forget it. ”

Chai Dongliang smelled the fragrance, and also felt that his index finger moved, and nodded: "Old man, one person has a big bowl." ”

When the old man saw more than a dozen of them, he hurriedly wiped the table and stool again with a cloth, beckoned the guests to sit down, and ran to cook the wontons himself.

Although it was already March, there was still a little chill at night, and after a while, five bowls of steaming wontons were served, and the milky white broth was patted with fungus, yellow flowers, and a few yam tablets cooked in the soup pot.

The old man nodded and said, "You can't cook too much in this pot at once, otherwise it won't be delicious, eat five bowls first, and I'll cook it." ”

More than a dozen people only had five bowls of wontons, and after everyone pushed each other for a while, Chai Dongliang, Mo Xiaolian, Wu Meiqi, Yang Shiqi, and Song Jiaoren ate first, and the others waited for the next pot.

Chai Dongliang is really a little hungry, the taste of this wonton is indeed unusual, the pepper aroma in the soup made him sneeze a few times, and his forehead sweated when he ate it, and he was addicted.

"Old man, what are you making this soup for? So fresh? ”

"My soup, but there are years, my grandfather boiled it during the Daoguang period, he used the pork leg bone soup, to my father's generation added a few Chinese medicines, forty years ago when I started to sell wontons, and added kelp, sea rice??? Think about it, this hundred-year-old soup, can it not be fresh? The old man talked about this as a treasure, and his old face was full of pride.

"It's delicious, another bowl, your wontons are more authentic than those in the palace!" Yang Shiqi drank the wonton in two sips and shouted.

The old man was shocked and said: "I have already seen that several masters are nobles, and this master has also eaten things in the palace?" ”

Yang Shiqi smiled perfunctorily and said: "I have a distant relative who is the imperial chef in the palace, and after coming out of the palace, I was fortunate to taste his craftsmanship, I don't know anything else, but this wonton does not taste as good as your old man's cooking." ”

The wrinkles on the old man's praised face were all laughed: "My bone broth is a must, you have traveled all over our Anqing City, who has this hundred-year-old soup?" ”

Wu Jintang quipped: "Your soup is about to become a hodgepodge, is it still bone broth?" ”

Yang Shiqi shook his head and said, "Non-yes, non-yes!" This soup is just in line with Zhang Xiangshuai Middle School for the body, Western learning for the subtlety, bones for the king, hens, seafood for the ministers, the monarch and the ministers complement each other, the king soup soup! ”

Song Jiaoren laughed: "Brother Xingcheng drinks a bowl of wontons, and he can eat the knowledge of the world, admire, admire!" ”

After a while, it took two more pots to make everyone eat wontons, and Chai Dongliang and Yang Shiqi even ate three bowls in a row.

"Old man, Sensei patronized his mouth full of nonsense, and forgot to call the second baby to work, this young man is sleepy, and he doesn't know if he doesn't call him." The old woman reminded.

The old man walked up to Chai Dongliang, bowed and said, "This lord, do you have a foreign watch?" What time is it? ”

Chai Dongliang took out his gold pocket watch, looked at the light, and said, "It's almost four o'clock now." ”

The old man exclaimed: "The time has come, old woman, you go into the house and call the second baby to work, and I will greet the stall alone." ”

The old woman twisted her little feet and walked with difficulty, and after a few steps she arrived home, opened the door with the brass key and walked in.

Chai Dongliang was a little strange and asked, "Old man, what does your child do?" Going to work so early? ”

The old man smiled: "It's still early, isn't it? It's almost right, according to those of you who read foreign books, it's almost four o'clock, is this still early? You have to go to work at five o'clock, and this kid is snooze. ”

"Five o'clock? What time does work work? ”

"At seven o'clock in the evening, sometimes the owner is busy, so it's hard to say, ten o'clock or eleven o'clock is not necessarily. If you are too busy, you will not rest at home. ”

I go to work at 5 a.m. and leave work at 7 p.m., and I have to work overtime often, which is too long!

Chai Dongliang smiled and said, "This work is too hard. ”

The old man was a little displeased and said, "No matter how hard and tiring the work in this factory is, can it be harder than farming?" Those who farm are dead and hard, even the stomach is not satisfied, this factory has five yuan after a month's work, if you do a good job, the owner will also have a reward, the factory also manages a meal at noon, only two cents??? Young dolls eat a lot, what are these two cents enough? Don't you want the owner to post money? If this is not satisfied, is it still a person? ”

A meal at noon symbolizes the surname of two cents? This seems to be Chai Dongliang's rules!

"What factory does your son work in?"

"Guanghua Screw Factory."

Guanghua? Is it really my factory? Chai Dongliang was immediately dumbfounded!

(To be continued)