Urban villages have long been seen as a chronic disease and cancer of a city. Narrow streets, crowded crowds, loud vendors, and wires hanging overhead. The streets here seem to be doping 24 hours a day, and the windows are endlessly noisy from morning to night, but the advantage of living here is that you are not afraid of not being able to buy food at any time.

Night market vendors open around 6 p.m., selling a variety of barbecue and fried rice, fried noodles, and fried pho stalls until 4 a.m. And at this time period, it happens that all kinds of early stalls come to take over. Tricycles carry multiple stainless steel vats, which are filled with eight-treasure porridge, black rice porridge, red dates and millet porridge, and soy milk, and so on.

The Hu spicy soup vendor also got up, and fried fried fritters while playing ha, and the tall cage drawer of the bun shop was also moved out, and the white smoke was curling from the top of the cage drawer, and after it was opened, there were dense beads of sweat on the white fat meat buns.

Just after six o'clock, the office workers here poured into the street from the buildings with sleepy eyes, and the sky was already bright. The streets are instantly filled with electric cars, bicycles and pedestrians. Everyone will buy a few buns and a cup of porridge to take away, well, although the breakfast of the ant clan is casually passed, but it should also be rare and thick. There are also some tenants who are relatively close to the unit, who choose to serve a bowl of spicy soup and a few fried dough sticks and sit next to the stall to taste it slowly, and enjoy the street scene with great interest.

Riders who use electric vehicles to get around now show their superiority, without having to crowd the bus or pedal as hard as a bicycle. The steamed buns and porridge that are eaten are basically all converted into chemical energy, which is stored in the subcutaneous fat, and is no longer burned and converted into the kinetic energy needed for cycling and walking.

At the bus station on the street of Xingfu New Village, there are a total of more than a dozen buses passing through here, leading to all directions in the city. This is the main reason why many ant tribes choose to rent here. Every day, there is a large group of black pressed people, holding buns, omelets and even leek boxes in their hands, looking forward to the direction of the bus entering the station.

Seeing the car coming, some old men and old ladies who were still closing their eyes and recuperating instantly sobered up. Don't underestimate these old men and old ladies, when they get in the car, their legs and feet are even sharper than those of young people. And looking at people's gray hair, are you embarrassed to squeeze forward? So many young people involuntarily bought "standing tickets".

I once saw a girl in the car, with dark circles left over from not sleeping well at night, stepping on high heels, with a band-aid on her ankle, holding the handrail on the bus with her right hand and a leek box in her left hand, dancing with the bumps of the bus. In the summer, the weather was already hot, and the carriage was crowded with people again. The heat and sweat smell and the smell of the leek box are superimposed on the three flavors, which makes people irritable. And the fat aunt sitting next to the girl acted as the brunt of it, and began to complain.

"Hey, the smell of leeks is so strong, it smells so bad......" The aunt slapped her nose, very dissatisfied.

"Ah cut ......" I don't know if I was also rushed by the smell of leeks, the girl sneezed, and the passengers in the carriage were immediately attracted by the sudden sound, and they looked for the source of the sound, and the aunt who was complaining just now was sprayed with a leek leaf on her forehead.

"Really, eating must be forbidden in the car in the future......" The aunt was still chattering, and many young people couldn't help laughing, the leek leaf was attached to the aunt's forehead, and the surface of the leaf was already blackened, like a big black seed attached to the skin. The girl also covered her mouth embarrassedly, looking like she wanted to speak and stopped, and no one told her until the aunt got out of the car, it seems that this leek leaf really wants to stay on her forehead for a while.

In stark contrast to the rush of the tenants, the landlords are the landlords. You can't see these people at all in the early morning, as they usually stay up late to play mahjong. Those who can get up at ten o'clock in the morning are already considered diligent. My landlord has a son and a daughter, and he eats all day and has nothing to do. Her daughter is a few years older than me, unmarried, and her biggest hobby is to sit at the gate of the yard and eat melon seeds, and the boiling fat flows out under the confinement of underwear.

The landlord's son is an honest and responsible young man, and he has a job outside the home. But they have a unique advantage from the mother's womb than us urban outsiders, even if they don't do anything every day, just chatting nonsense, there is "real money" offered by our hands.

Towards 10 a.m., some small restaurants opened. These restaurants are generally family-run. The main products are rice noodles, noodles, potato flour, spicy hot, rice bowls, etc. There are also some cheap stir-fries. At this time, the family will squat at the door of the restaurant to choose dishes and prepare ingredients. At this time, the food cart has also been pushed out, this kind of food is my favorite, similar to the taste of Japanese oden, which is cheap and satisfying.

And one of those small shops is my favorite name is "Chongqing Wanwanxiang". I really admire the little waitress of a female inside. She has a good memory, noon and evening are the two peak dining periods, and the restaurant is not only full, but also many customers are standing and waiting. This girl is stunned to remember who asked for what, who packed, who ate it, who didn't put chili peppers, who put vinegar, who paid for it, etc., I have never seen her miss it.

There is a convenience store around the corner from the building where I rent. I often go there to buy some groceries. The female cashier inside has a bit of a problem with her eyes, and her two black eyes are tilted to the sides, which makes me feel that her eyes are in a figure of eight. Every time I go to the cashier to check out and see her slanted eyes, I can't help but follow her eyes and look backwards.

At this time, she would scold me: "Look, hurry up and pay." "This woman is not only skeletal and beautiful, but also seems to hate me. I still haven't figured out why.

And she and his husband also set up a noodle stall on the street, the two of them worked in two shifts, and went to the noodle stall to take over after work at the convenience store. Some young people don't count so much, if it's not too outrageous, forget it.

But if you run into an old man, you will fight him to the end. I once happened to bump into an old man and her conflict, the uncle bought a piece of handmade noodles for 5 cents, she picked up a handful and put it on the electronic scale, showing the amount of 1.35 yuan, and was ready to bag.