When the train arrived in Yanjing, it was still morning, and the sky was cloudless and clear.

After getting off the bus, the girl gave Jiang Yulou the address of her school.

"Teacher Jiang, remember to write to me, and come to the Conservatory of Music to play with me when you have time."

The addresses of the two schools are different, and Li Qingyue reluctantly waved goodbye to Jiang Yulou.

Jiang Yulou nodded and said, "Okay, I'll do it when I have time." ”

As for when he has time, not necessarily.

After all, in addition to studying, he also has to write, which is very busy.

After separating from Li Qingyue, he carried his bag, walked out of the station, and found the bus stop to Yanda.

At this time, although the sun in Yanjing is big, it is not poisonous.

In addition, there is a breeze from time to time, which is not unbearable.

After waiting for a while, the car came.

Jiang Yulou bought a ticket to get on the bus, and then set off.

There weren't many people in the car, so he found a window seat and sat down.

After sitting for a while, he felt that the car was a little stuffy, so he opened the window.

In the 70s, Yanjing did not have as many high-rise buildings as later generations, and the courtyard houses were still the mainstream, and the six-story building was already considered high.

The area around the railway station is a relatively prosperous place, and most of them are multi-storey buildings, which are slightly rustic from the perspective of later generations, but in this era, it is considered to be high-end.

Whether it is in the past life or in the present life, Tsubame Kyoto is a fascinating place.

It is also because of Yanjing that there is the term North Drift.

Am I considered a North Drifter?

I guess that's right.

So, my first goal when I came to Yenching seemed to be a house.

He immediately thought that the houses in Yanjing in this era were cheap and tight, unlike later generations, so don't think about them without tens of millions.

As long as he stocks up a few more sets, he won't have to worry about it when he retires.

Jiang Yulou thought about it in his heart, but he just thought about it, he didn't think about making a fortune from the house. Without him, the time period is too long.

After a few more stops, the train was full.

Jiang Yulou observed all the way and found that compared with the provincial capital, the young people in the capital are generally more fashionable.

They generally took off their green uniforms, burned their heads, and wore flared pants with tight hips and unusually wide legs.

And sitting in front of him were a pair of middle-aged elder sisters, and the two seemed to be chatting about the prices in the capital.

The older sister sighed and said, "Alas, the little cabbage is expensive again." ”

"Is it expensive? I haven't bought it in days. The young eldest sister wondered.

The elder sister said: "Some time ago, a pound of cabbage cost eight cents a pound, but now it has risen to a dime a pound, and earlier, it cost six cents a pound." ”

"Oops, that's a lot up."

"Not only that, but leeks, beans, tomatoes, and the like have also risen, with fewer rising points and more rising by three cents."

"Isn't the salary also rising, looking at it this way, it is equivalent to cheaper."

"It's just a dish, TV is really expensive."

"TV? I'm too embarrassed to ask what the price is. ”

The older sister said in a slightly proud tone: "A 12-inch black-and-white TV set costs four hundred yuan." ”

The young eldest sister covered her mouth and said in surprise: "Four hundred? My salary is only twenty-five yuan a month! ”

"Do you want an industrial ticket......

Next, the two eldest sisters said something again, and he didn't listen to it again.

Originally, Jiang Yulou thought that he was rich enough, but now that he hears it, it is really nothing.

For 400 yuan, he had to write a few novels to buy a television set.

Think about the future generations, ordinary people can afford it with a week's salary.

Now, ordinary workers don't eat or drink for two years before they dare to buy a TV set.

The revolution has not yet succeeded, and our generation still needs to work hard!

At this moment, the sound of the conductor announcing the station woke him up from his thoughts,

"Yenching University has arrived, so get ready to get off the bus. Yenching University, does Yenching University have? ”

"Yes, yes."

Jiang Yulou was excited, packed his luggage and raised his hand.

Chirping~

With the sound of brakes, the bus stopped in front of the stop sign, Lin Yue glanced at the heads of people outside the window, put his brand-new canvas bag on his shoulder, pushed aside the passengers standing in the aisle, and shouted: "Please let me go, I want to get off." ”

Listen to the accent, not a local.

Look at his young age, is he a college student?

Oh, Yan University students, amazing!

So, Jiang Yulou stiffened his head and squeezed out of the car in a panic to meet the curious eyes of the passengers.

Bang~

As soon as the doors close, the bus turns out and leaves the stop.

"Whew, I'm finally getting off."

Jiang Yulou wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Then, he looked left and right, and he didn't need to ask more, and saw the plaque of Yanda.

It's not how good his eyesight is, but that Yanda's plaques are too eye-catching.

Tightening the bag on his back, Jiang Yulou walked in the direction of the school.

After walking for three minutes, I arrived at the school gate.

With reverence, Jiang Yulou looked up at the four big characters "Yenching University" placed in the middle of the rather imposing gate in the seventies and the plaque above the gate.

Yenching University!

I didn't expect that he couldn't even get into college in his previous life, but he was able to be admitted to Yan University in his first life, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it was due to fate.

Below the plaque is a banner with a red background that reads, "Warmly welcome the Class of '79!" ”

"Yanda, I'm here!" Jiang Yulou said in his heart.

So, he walked into the school with a determined look.

Although it has not officially started yet, there are quite a few students who have registered.

It's just that most of the new students come with their parents.

It's not that there are no people like Jiang Yulou who report alone, but there are very few.

At this moment, a slightly low male voice sounded behind him,

"That, brother in front, are you also a freshman in the class of '79?"

Jiang Yulou turned around and saw that it was a young man wearing glasses, looking old-fashioned, and dressed in old-fashioned clothes.

It's not really a waste of him, it's the truth.

Look at the college students around you, whether they are freshmen or old students, they are basically coats, shirts, vests, trousers, galoshes or leather shoes.

The richer ones ride bicycles, and the baskets are basically all kinds of reference books, poetry books, etc., and they carry army-green canvas bags at their sides.

As for the boy in front of him, on the left is an old yellowish crossbody bag, which looks like it is some years old.

The bag was bulging, and I didn't know what it contained, but on his right arm he was holding a futon and pillow, and he was wearing a sewn coarse cloth jacket with a whitened red vest inside, and if you looked closely, you could see one or two holes, and on the lower body was a pair of military trousers, the cuffs of which were still stained with mud.

Freshmen generally dress neatly and neatly when they report to school, and it is the first time he has seen such a raunchy brother as this brother.

Anyway, it's the kind of person who looks like a farmer than him.

Jiang Yulou was looking at the old-fashioned boy, and the old-fashioned boy was also looking at him, in addition to a friendly smile on his face, there was a trace of envy in his eyes.

not only envied Jiang Yulou's appearance, but also envied his dress.

"Hello."