Now I can feel the subtle changes in Qianjiakou, since the police took a big operation, like an iron broom to sweep away the garbage hidden in the area of the ethnic village, there are many old ladies wearing red hoops to maintain order on the street.

Don't look at the old ladies whose legs and feet are not very neat, but they can manage everything from running red lights to littering cigarette butts to spitting.

The most exaggerated thing is that there is a small book in people's hands, and there is also the right to fine when encountering disobedience, the fine is not much, that is, three or five yuan, but the power is very great, no one dares to compete with the old man of this age, and everyone who is caught violating the rules is obedient like a kitten.

In these years, no one dares to talk to the old ladies, to entangle whether they have the right to enforce the law, whether they have the right to fine, and where is the final destination of the fine?

Looking at this long-lost phenomenon, Yao Yuan felt inexplicably refreshed.

This is what my home looks like, and it is also the memory of my childhood, the dictatorship of the proletarian people is not a joke, and the rectification of those social dregs and petty jokes is just like playing.

In the long run, the common people can live and work in peace and contentment, right?

Of course, what made him even happier was that from then on, Hu Xiaopang had no reason to make a stall, and the Qianjiakou Night Market was completely banned.

It's not that you can't set up stalls, but the street comes forward to make a lot of iron shed stalls at the entrance of Qianjiakou Street, and you can sell goods if you want to sell goods in the future, but you can only be managed by the street in a unified manner, and you have to pay sanitation fees, electricity bills, and water bills to the street.

The cost is not much, and it is only more than 100 yuan per month, and each stall can afford it, but it is impossible for a little kid like Little Fat to rent any stall for him.

Want to set up a wild stall again? Sorry, no way!

Qianjiakou is located at the junction of two administrative districts, which is the administrative area of the two regions, which is why this unmanaged night market will emerge.

However, a new security brigade has been set up in the street, which is responsible for patrolling the area every night, and all vendors who do not have the normal procedures are banned.

Even the Zhang brothers' perennial greenhouse, which sells watermelons in summer and fruits in winter, was forcibly dismantled by a group of uniformed old men.

The Zhang brothers' greenhouse is in the northwest corner of the crossroads, and it has been set up for three or five years, and the two brothers eat and live in it every day, as if it has become a landmark building in Qianjiakou, and they have not escaped this time.

There is only one exception, that is, Mrs. Wang's firewood wonton stall, this wonton stall set up by a lonely old lady in her seventies and eighties, was once the first wild stall in the Qianjiakou Night Market.

Mrs. Wang has been widowed for many years, has no children and no daughters, and married from Jiangnan to Pingcheng, her husband is an adjutant under Zhang Zizhong, and she has just been married, and her husband died on the bank of Lugou Bridge.

The old people on the street all know that this old lady Wang Liu has a bad fate, just liberated when it was fine, with the past family background, the old lady Wang is still living a decent life, and she also gives help to the neighbors and friends around on weekdays, but in the movement in previous years, the old lady has suffered a big crime because of her family background, and her home has been raided several times.

Later, there was really no way to live, and a young grandmother who was once a big daughter of a Jiangnan wang family in the old society and a big family in Pingcheng simply went to the street to set up a stall to sell wontons.

Such an old lady in her last years braved the cold and heat to go to the street to suffer this crime, and the usual care of the neighbors could not take care of her, who would dare to embarrass her?

What's more, the firewood crepe wontons from large families in the south of the Yangtze River have become well-known gourmet snacks in Qianjiakou, and the rarest thing for many night shift workers after work is this bowl of wontons plus a tea egg, and it is cheap and affordable to eat a night snack.

There are even many children in Qianjiakou who have eaten this bowl of authentic Jiangnan flavor since they were young, and it has become a lifetime of food memory.

Aunt Wei of the office specially set aside the best stall for Mrs. Wang, and also gave her free water and electricity, and deliberately kept the originator of this wild stall in the Qianjiakou Night Market.

In this regard, no one dared to say a word of dissatisfaction, when Mrs. Wang first came out of the stall, she was the only one stall in a huge Qianjiakou, and everyone followed suit one after another because of her inspiration.

In the previous rectification, it is because of her that the management department can't bear to wipe out this night market, often for show, when enforcing the law, as long as these stall owners have the eyesight, timely move the stalls across the road, that is, the other jurisdiction will turn a blind eye.

When Hu Xiaopang found Aunt Wei in his childhood, hoping to be accommodating to him and allow him to continue to sell stewed stew at the stall, Aunt Wei was not polite: "Little fat smash!" Don't be sloppy with your aunt, it's good that you're an orphan, but you now have more money in your pocket than your aunt's entire family, don't think that your aunt doesn't know anything! You are a student, and now you have a master and a group of chefs to take care of you, so you don't have to worry about food or clothing, what do you want to do if you don't study hard? ”

Hu Xiaochuber's neck stalked: "Then my grandmother Wang is still out of the stall every day at so many years, and I can take care of her by the way by selling braised boil." ”

Aunt Wei laughed angrily: "You dead child, even if you don't sell stew, you can't take care of your Grandma Wang?" ”

Since then, there has been a silent lack of a little fat boiled stall in the Qianjiakou night market.

So much so that a few years later, Lu Sihai, the richest man who started as a mineral, mentioned in an interview with great nostalgia that when he was a salesman running Minmetals, his favorite was the braised boiled fire sold by the little fat man in the Qianjiakou night market, but unfortunately he was nowhere to find it later.

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And Yao Yuan in the small courtyard was extremely excited: "Just our craft, what kind of food to grab from the people?" I didn't see that the night market is full of laid-off workers who can't survive and ordinary people who can't afford to support their families, let's use our skills to compete with them, that's a dimensionality reduction blow, do you understand dimensionality reduction? Three-dimensional space and four-dimensional space are not understood? If you don't understand, take a look at children's science and popular science books! ”

Hu Xiaopang sat unhappily on the side: "Master Yao, you tell the truth, you are so young, where did you learn the craft of cooking?" ”

Hearing this question, several veteran chefs in the room pricked up their ears, they had asked this question a thousand times, but none of them had received a serious answer.

Because Xie Laopao was not by his side at this moment, Yao Yuan seemed to be confident: "You don't know this, Pingcheng is a place where the dragon is crouching, you know that I grew up in the army compound since I was a child, and my father is not at home all the year round, our neighbor was a chef back then, and he was the kind of chef who once cooked for the emperor and the first and second chiefs of the year, and later retired because of style problems, and lived next to my house, he once said that I have a talent for cooking, and specially taught me for several years!" ”

I grass, a few of you were shocked at the time, the imperial chef of the year! also cooked for the chief, that is the chef of the two dynasties! No wonder Yao Yuan is like a little monster, a good college student in the city, but he is very clear about everything related to the kitchen, not to mention that he still has a set of theories at hand, and his feelings are guided by superiors.

In fact, Yao Yuan has already thought about it, as things get bigger and bigger, his cooking skills must not be hidden, there must be a reasonable explanation, anyway, these people who know the bottom of the matter will definitely not expose themselves, plus bragging and not paying taxes, simply bring out a white-bearded old man who does not need to be used as a cover for himself, and he will never be bothered by this problem again in the future.

Just when everyone was stunned, Wang Hongyu picked up the curtain and broke in.

After being dragged to the courtyard and standing still, Wang Hongyu opened his mouth: "My sister asked you, do you want to buy a car?" ”

The second monk was confused, Yao Yuan asked rhetorically: "What kind of car, I bought a car for no reason?" ”

"My sister wants money over there, and she has a car in her name that she wants to redeem for you, it's cheap." Wang Hongyu whispered, and had no confidence.

"Day, why do you have to use money again, how much is enough, didn't you just give 15,000, 15,000 is enough for the family to live for two years!" Yao Yuan was puzzled.

Wang Hongyu hesitated: "This time it was Huang Mao'er who said, the car is actually his, he said that he wanted to use the money, and specially asked me to find you, wanting to give you this car, saying that as long as you can accept it, I will accept your favor this time, and the car money is not so anxious, you can drive away first, and the car money can be made up in ten days and half a month." ”

Yao Yuan was a little anxious: "What kind of ten days and half a month can you make up?" When I opened a bank, I had no money, and I had already searched my pocket for 15,000 last time, and now there are only a few hundred yuan left for my living expenses with Xiaohuaer. ”

A trace of disappointment flashed in Wang Hongyu's eyes: "Cao, I know it's enough, it's not like I can't help but come to you to ask, then you say, can Xie Laopao'er make it up?" ”

It seems that he also knows that Xie Lao'er made a small fortune a few days ago, and now he is in Xinzhongguan, and there is no shortage of money in his hands.

Yao Yuan was a little anxious: "Second goods!" What kind of car do you tell me, what kind of car does it cost, and how much does it cost?! ”

Wang Hongyu was a little abrupt: "Hey, I'm a little confused, the car is a Japanese called What is Pa He Luo, I just spent more than 200,000 yuan last year to buy an off-road vehicle, Huang Xiaochuan bought this car to prepare to go to Xishan to see the coal mine, and now it must not be needed." They said, if you can give you 100,000 yuan, they seem to be in a hurry to use the money now, but now they are in trouble, and their former acquaintances can't be contacted, and they have no place to raise money, so they can only go through me. ”

Pa Howro? Could it be Pajero?

Yao Yuan's eyelids jumped, Pajero, it should be V73 now, right? If it's a generation of god car V73, 100,000 yuan? At the current price, I'm afraid I can't buy five or six hundred thousand!

Can Huang Xiaochuan buy more than 200,000? I'm afraid someone didn't tell the truth!

Wang Hongyu looked at Yao Yuan's uncertain face, and was a little annoyed: "You have something to say, my sister is still waiting for me to reply!" ”

Yao Yuan froze: "Don't fool me, I definitely can't afford to buy this car, if you're really in a hurry, I have to use the money of the Hongqi Company, but it's not a joke to move the company's money." ”