Chen Fan said goodbye to Su Qianqian, he came to the medicine garden, picked all the traditional Chinese medicines that were ripe and would not increase with the growth of the year, packed them in different boxes, and put them into storage rings.

After doing all this, Chen Fan patrolled around the entire medicine garden again, and after not finding anything abnormal, he entered the Cishan tunnel, drove an off-road vehicle to the only entrance, and drove down the mountain.

At this time, the morning sun shines in all directions.

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The old neighborhood of Beijing, Jiulong Lane, the moss patches on the mottled city wall, the peeling green bricks and red tiles and dead leaves scattered in the snow, the hustle and bustle of the big city gradually disappear in the vertical and horizontal alleys, as if this is a forgotten corner of the world.

"Sugar gourd, sugar gourd, alas, delicious sugar gourd!"

As soon as the weather is cold, the old man in the gray jacket carries a scarecrow-like pole on his shoulder, which is full of strings of fiery red sugar gourds dipped in honey, and the hoarse and old voice penetrates the long alley, no matter what age, there are always a few bear children who will shout around the old man.

Ding Ding Bore!

Ding Ding Bore!

The old man who sells Ding Ding candy beats the iron sheet with a hammer, and carries two bamboo baskets on his shoulders, which are covered with cloths, which contain hemp candy boiled overnight, some of the hemp candy is sticky with sesame seeds, and some are sticky with melon seeds, the old man has sold hemp candy for a lifetime, and now few people buy his hemp candy, even if there are bear children who are curious, there are parents who will resolutely drag their children, and eating too much sugar will cause tooth decay.

The old man didn't care if anyone would buy his candy, the dinging sound had been knocking all his life, and he was used to the sound of the mace rhythm.

The crisp sound of hammers and the old man selling maltose forms the most beautiful notes.

A green wall in Xiangmo, the square window is supported by two bamboo poles, the steaming crispy buns are filled with an attractive aroma, and the proprietress of the bun shop surrounded by a snow-white kitchen skirt is plump.

Eating steamed buns is a pleasure, and watching steamed buns is also excellent.

The lady who sold wontons in the closet next door was full of wrinkles, and her table was wiped clean, but business was bleak, and she couldn't sell a few bowls in the morning.

In the past, she had a good business, but after the wall was chiseled next door and there was an extra bun Shih Tzu, there were more and more wrinkles on her face.

"Isn't it much better to sell buns directly than to sell buns? Unscrupulous goblin! When the old lady was young, she was not a hundred times more beautiful than you. ”

The wrinkled old lady has an unforgiving mouth, her hands are on her waist, and she is very imposing, as an old native, she is not afraid of a female goblin who suddenly appeared.

The old lady who sold the wontons was angry, and when she looked sideways, she saw that the down-and-out shoe-shiner in the opposite corner had reappeared as usual, sitting on a shabby chair, half-reclining.

A broken wooden chair, a low stool, a few rag handkerchiefs, two bottles of leather shoe polish and two toothbrushes, the bearded face and unkempt hair of the shoe-shiner unhurriedly fiddling with his money-making tools, his hands are thin and narrow, there are ice openings between his knuckles, the slightest blood stain is pouring out, and the black and purple joint calluses look a little oozing.

On cold days, the shoe-shiner also wears only a thin kaftan with a long rag hanging from his shoulder, a bit like a rickshaw driver who used to be at the beach.

Apparently he was shining shoes for a living, but after the shoe-shiner sat on the worn wooden chair, he fell asleep lazily, not caring whether the people around him wanted to polish their shoes.

The lady who sold the wontons was in a very bad mood, so she picked up the rag that wiped the wall of the table and threw it at the shoe-shiner. "I said, can you not shine my shoes opposite me? You are like this, how can I do business? Hmm? I sell food here, you put my shoes opposite me to shine shoes, who will buy my wontons to eat?"

The dirty and wet rag smashed on the shoeshiner's face, the shoe-shiner's hand slowly raised the leather bag, and gently removed the rag from his face, the cold wind blew his unkempt hair, and his cloudy eyes and knife-like facial contours could be vaguely seen.

"I said you are deaf?!"

Seeing that the shoe-shiner didn't react, the wonton lady simply picked up the broom next to her and smashed it.

The broom smashed precisely into the shoe-shiner's face, and the shoe-shiner still looked down and fiddled with the shoe-shine brush as if he didn't feel it.

A broom made of sorghum ears pierced the shoe-shiner's face, and blood immediately poured out of the pale face.

"Hey, you're like this, it's suitable to be a beggar!"

The wonton lady picked up the bowl again, wanted to smash it out, raised her hand high, and finally slowly put it down, threw more than a dozen wontons into the hot pot, rolled it with a net spoon, put the condiments and broth into the bowl that was not smashed out just now, and said in a throat: "It's bad luck for the old lady, alas, I said that you are a person, is there something wrong with your brain, who will shine your shoes on a cold day?" You come here, drink the hot soup, eat a few wontons, warm your body, anyway, the wontons made by the old lady can't be sold, so you should be cheap." ”

When the shoe-shiner heard Aunt Wonton's words, the movements in his hands paused slightly, and the gaze behind his unkempt hair focused on the steaming bowl of wontons.

"What? Do you want the old lady to send it to you? This wall, it will take an hour to go from me to you, you can't come, believe it or not, I will smash it in your face!"

The lady who sells wontons is angry.

The shoe-shiner finally got up from the worn-out chair and slowly walked to the window.

"Thank you, big sister. ”

The shoe-shiner's voice was low and hoarse, with a bit of vicissitudes.

"Yo, I thought you were dumb!"

A steaming bowl of wontons was handed to the shoe-shiner's hands covered with calluses and ice, and the eldest lady's eyes swept over the shoe-shiner's hands, and then she picked up the soup spoon and hit the spoon and put the braised pork hat on top of the bowl.

"Eat and leave, don't affect my business, really, you are so depraved, you might as well be a beggar, maybe you can get a few coins, you have been shining shoes opposite me for a month, how many pairs of leather shoes have you polished?

After the wonton lady finished speaking, she saw that the shoe-shiner did not defend at all, so she waved her hand.

"Forget it, I can't even cross it by myself, why bother, wontons, fragrant wontons, cheap and delicious wontons!"

The shoe-shiner returned to the broken wooden chair with the steaming wonton, he straightened his unkempt hair, straightened his chopsticks very seriously, and picked up a wonton.

Before the blunt could reach his mouth, a shiny leather shoe reached out in front of him, knocking the chaos from his hand to the ground.

The shoe-shiner looked up, and in front of him, a samurai wearing black leather shoes and a sword appeared in front of him.

A red banknote fell from the samurai's hand, the banknote fell in the icy snow, and the samurai casually sat on a stool opposite the shoe-shiner, "Help me wipe it clean, this money belongs to you." ”

The samurai's shoes were shiny and free of ash or mud, but there was blood that had not coagulated.

"Don't rub. ”

The shoe-shiner didn't look at it, but lowered his head to pick up the wonton that had fallen in the snow and stuffed it into his mouth, regardless of whether it was dirty or not.

"Huh?"

The samurai, who was originally arrogant, heard the shoe-shiner's refusal without hesitation, his brows furrowed, and he leaned slightly, "Do you know that the wonton just now was stuck with the blood on my shoes?"

"Yes. ”

The shoe-shiner picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the wonton, and because he was in a hurry, his cheeks were bulging, and he swallowed with some difficulty.

"Know?" the warrior's gaze became cold, "Do you know that just now, I alone dismantled a sign that claimed to be a century-old martial arts hall?

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