At ten o'clock in the evening, Zhang Xilu returned.

This guy was full of alcohol, staggered, and walked flutteringly. Ah Qiang sent him to the door, handed him over to Han Chunlei, and then flashed, because he had to get up early tomorrow to get out of the bus.

Han Chunlei carried this guy back to the room, just wanting to put him flat on the bed. Suddenly, Zhang Xilu hugged Han Chunlei, put his head on his shoulder, sprayed heavy wine, and said with an intoxicated face, "Chunlei, it's the first time in your life that Brother Xilu has hugged the girl's small waist. Do you know? The girl who jumped with me was even better looking than Xiao Li, the accountant of our Changhe Guest House. Tut, no wonder you kid has to come to Shenzhen, brother is really right with you this time!"

Han Chunlei: "......"

Xiao Li, the accountant of Changhe Guest House, came to Changhe Commune from the provincial capital Hangzhou to exercise and study, and he is good-looking and quite foreign-looking, although he has no actual intersection with Zhang Xilu, a second-class dealer, but it does not affect Zhang Xilu's crush on her at all.

"Brother, if it weren't for this trip, my brother wouldn't have known that the outside world is so exciting. ”

Zhang Xilu gently rubbed Han Chunlei's shoulder comfortably with his face, his hand was not honest, he was cruising on his back, smacking his lips and saying, "You haven't touched it, the girl's little hand dancing with me is slippery and not slippery, and it is almost tender out of the water." ”

"Disgusting!

Han Chunlei had a chill, pushed Zhang Xilu onto the bed, jumped away, and said, "Brother Xilu, don't say I didn't remind you, although Shenzhen is about to develop big now, and the social atmosphere is slowly opening up, it doesn't mean that you can play hooligan, be careful that the girl accuses you of a hooliganism, and when the time comes, you will be lucky to be caught in labor reform for two years, in case you are shot, don't say that I took you to find a dead end!"

This is not Han Chunlei's alarmism.

He remembered that someone on Weibo had turned around some old news and past events in the 80s, saying that the crackdown on hooliganism in the 80s was not simply criticism and education, but a crime and punishment that seriously endangered social order, and it was within the scope of the criminal law's severe crackdown.

Later, he also heard from his grandfather that during the crackdown in the 80s, some people were reported by the woman's parents and sentenced to 20 years in prison for secretly living together in private, and some people were directly reformed by labor for five years because they were exposed to their clothes and took photos. Someone was sentenced to death for messing with a man and a woman, and someone was shot for forcibly kissing a young woman in the mouth.

According to this sentencing standard, a slag like Zhang Xilu will reach the stage of the national crackdown in a few years, and he will still hug his waist and twist his ass to touch the girl's little hands, hehe, a peanut will definitely not be able to run.

"Brother Xilu, I think it's necessary to say a few words to you, I'm really not scaring you, let's come to Shenzhen...... Huh?

Han Chunlei still wanted to babble, but Zhang Xilu was already snoring like thunder on the bed, drunk like a dead dog, and fell asleep.

He shook his head with a wry smile, forget it, go back and find a time, and talk to him again.

Han Chunlei felt that since Zhang Xilu had followed him to Shenzhen, no matter whether he could develop or not, he would have to bring Zhang Xilu back with all his beards and tails. Since being reborn in this era, Zhang Xilu is the first good friend he has made. He cherished that friendship.

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The night is over, and the day is dawn.

Han Chunlei woke up early and went downstairs, but Ah Xiong got up earlier than him, hurriedly said hello to Han Chunlei and went out, ready to leave the morning minibus.

"Sister Hong, morning!" Han Chunlei greeted Zheng Baohong, who was standing on the edge of the patio brushing his teeth.

"Woo~~"

Zheng Baohong was brushing her teeth and responded vaguely twice. Last night, she promised Han Chunlei to go to the Shenzhen Market to pick him up. As for Zhang Xilu, Han Chunlei won't call him, this guy was drunk last night, and it is estimated that he won't sleep until noon today and won't be able to wake up.

"Chunlei, let's go, let's go to the morning market!"

Zheng Baohong came out of the house again, but today she didn't tie her hair, but combed a big braid, wore a white plaid shirt, wore a pair of big-headed sneakers on her feet, and carried a canvas bag.

"Sister Hong, isn't Ah Can going?" Han Chunlei obviously heard that Zheng Baohong asked Pork Can to go to the morning market with him last night. Looking at the movement in that room, it seems that Pork Chan hasn't gotten up yet?

Zheng Baohong smiled and said, "Ah Can went to the next village to help kill pigs at four o'clock in the morning. I didn't come to inform until after twelve o'clock, and I thought that Ah Chan had also studied with me for so long, so I asked him to take over this private job for me. ”

Help the people in the village kill pigs, do private work to earn some fees, not to mention Zheng Baohong, even Uncle Gui is not less. However, the knife fee is usually not money, but after killing the pig and dividing the meat, the main family will leave someone to eat and drink at noon, and then leave to send some pork and pig water or something.

Han Chunlei joked: "Then wouldn't tonight's dinner be a blessing again?"

"Of course, Sister Hong has something to eat, and it can shorten your Han Chunlei's Let's go, Sister will take you to have morning tea first!" Sister Hong waved her hand very boldly and went out with Chunlei.

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The place where Sister Hong took Han Chunlei to drink morning tea was on the edge of the morning market at the east gate, next to the morning market.

The East Gate Morning Market or the East Gate Market is called Shenzhen Market. This location is the area around Dongmen Old Street, Luohu District, where the economy is developed and commerce is prosperous in the future.

Bazaar, meaning bazaar. The northerners said that the Hakka people called the market, of course, before Han Chunlei's rebirth, there was not much division between north and south, and young people were called shopping.

Since the Qing Dynasty, this place in Shenzhen has been known and passed down, thanks entirely to the commercial prosperity of Shenzhen Market. Therefore, the location of Shenzhen Market is of great significance to both the Hakka people and the aborigines. Later, even in the new era, Dongmen Old Street, which evolved from Shenzhen Market, is still one of the most important commercial centers in Shenzhen.

The place where Sister Hong took Han Chunlei to drink morning tea was in a tenement building at the east entrance of Shenzhen Market, next to the morning market.

Different from the street shop he imagined to eat breakfast, the place where Sister Hong took him to eat morning tea was actually on the fourth floor of the tenement building.

Sister Hong told him that the shrimp dumplings and radish cakes in this teahouse are the most famous in this area, and people who know how to eat like to come here, although this place has to climb the stairs. Of course, the most important thing is that this teahouse is privately owned, not to mention the affordable price, the key is to pay for it, and there is no need for food stamps at all. Don't look at the fact that Shenzhen is about to become the forefront of reform and opening up, but the old-fashioned things left over from the planned economy are still deep-rooted and have not changed so quickly.

This teahouse, hidden on the fourth floor of the old tenement building, directly connects the three houses and the living room, plus a large flower table, almost separated into a tea restaurant. There are more than a dozen tea tables of different shapes in the hall. At this time, it was the Venerable Master's time, and he saw that every table was full of diners. Diners leisurely read the newspaper and drank tea, ate shrimp dumplings and roasted wheat radish cakes, and from time to time let out hearty laughter and chatting, the atmosphere was simply very comfortable.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Han Chunlei couldn't help but think of the popular mantra of those old Cantonese people in Hong Kong dramas before: "Sitting in a teahouse every day, don't worry about breaking your foot bones!"

Sister Hong should be a regular customer, and as soon as she came in, several old diners greeted her, and she took Han Chunlei to choose a window seat and sat down. Guangdong's morning tea culture can basically be summed up in eight words, you have to drink tea leisurely, one cup or two. So Sister Hong asked her partner for two cups of tea, a cage of shrimp dumplings, a glutinous rice chicken, and two plates of radish cake.

"Chunlei, this kind of scene of eating morning tea, oh no, you should call it breakfast in Zhejiang, hehe, it's the first time you've seen this kind of breakfast scene, right?"

Han Chunlei nodded and said with a smile: "Well, rare." However, each region has its own food culture, and this meeting is normal. Just like the Cantonese people, they have never seen our people in Jiangsu and Zhejiang use walnuts and pine nuts to make laba porridge, drink Tusu wine on the night of Shangyuan, and raise children's soup and cakes. ”

"That's a good point. Chunlei, do you know what Sister admires about you?" Sister Hong stroked her palm slightly and looked at Han Chunlei approvingly.

Han Chunlei shook his head and said he didn't know.

Sister Hong said: "Sister admires your strength that although you are born in the countryside, you are always pampered and not shocked, if your brother Zhang Xilu is here, it is estimated that there will be a burst of amazement." ”

"Hahaha, sister, you haven't seen Brother Xilu, how do you know him so well?" Han Chunlei felt that Sister Hong had almost figured out Zhang Xilu.

Sister Hong smiled: "I heard Ah Xiong mention him, so I know a little bit." Chunlei, sister is really curious, listening to Ah Xiong, you haven't studied much, and you haven't been out much, where can you see these worlds? You know, a person's vision and pattern can't be achieved by listening to people's words!"

"Sister, you are not talking about these things that a woman from the countryside who has not studied for a few years can speak. ”

Han Chunlei listened to Zheng Baohong's words, and couldn't cry or laugh, Sister Hong thought it through, but she couldn't tell her, sister, I'm from 2018, I'm highly educated, I'm a senior company white-collar worker, right?

Even if he dares to say this, Zheng Baohong can believe it, right?

However, the person who said it was unintentional, and the listener was intentional, Zheng Baohong suddenly fell silent, and sighed with a solemn face: "Yes, if I hadn't met him and married him, I might have really been cutting grass and raising pigs in the countryside all my life, marrying people and bringing cubs." ”

She said this, Han Chunlei guessed that it should be her husband who is still missing-Su Dahe.

For a moment, the atmosphere was dull and inexplicably sad.

At this time, the guy pushed the small food cart and shouted to their table, "Come on, fresh shrimp dumplings, glutinous rice chicken, ......"

"Come, eat first, and then go into the ruins later. Sister Hong opened the shrimp dumpling cage and pushed it to Han Chunlei, then pointed out the window and said, "This location is good, you can overlook the Shenzhen Market, and lo and behold, that crowded place is the East Gate Morning Market that we will enter in a while." ”

Han Chunlei was eating shrimp dumplings and looking down, the East Gate Morning Market was just a corner of Shenzhen Market. Overlooking down, Shenzhen Market has four gates into the market, east, west, north and south, like a small market town, but each of its doors leads to a different direction. It ensures the entry and exit of goods and customers from all directions.

"Today is not the second, fifth, or eighth day of the lunar calendar, and it is not the day of the market," Zheng Baohong ate the radish cake, gently wiped the corners of his mouth with his little finger, and said, "If you take advantage of the day of the market in the market, you can look at the high place of the tenement building here, it is really spectacular......

"Sister Hong, you said yesterday that you would go to the morning market to find out the situation, didn't you want to open a stall in Shenzhen Market?" Han Chunlei asked after eating the last shrimp dumpling.

Sister Hong smiled: "Yes, it's getting harder and harder to make a living by killing pigs and selling meat, Chunlei, sister will test you, if sister opens a stall in the Shenzhen market, what do you think is the fastest way to sell at the moment?"