Men and women eating in the courtyard

Spring City is quite good now, with an industrial foundation and a large population.

A large number of buildings, gymnasiums, hotels, and film studios were built before 65 years ago.

Li Xuewu was riding his bicycle around, browsing the different scenery of this era.

I wandered to Renmin Street, which is still called Stalin Street. The vendors in the street were standing next to each other. When I looked up, I saw people inside.

Li Xuewu turned into a small alley and found a deserted place to collect his bicycle and the contents of his satchel. He carried nothing else and squeezed into the crowd with an empty satchel on his back.

Not only did Li Xuewu have money in his bag, but his senior brother was also there, so he couldn't reveal it.

Strolling around, looking left and right.

Those selling dried fruits, hardware, frozen pears, dried fungus, and all kinds of merchandise are really quite comprehensive.

There is no need to doubt the nature of these stalls, the products of public-private partnership.

Li Xuewu wandered around for a while, and when he was looking at the food on the stall, his sleeve was pulled.

Li Xuewu turned around and saw a young man wearing a white cotton mask on his face and a dog-skin hat on his head.

Why is it that he can still tell that he is a young man even though he is surrounded so tightly?

Because his eyes were exposed and his figure was not curved, he was wearing a shabby military coat and had his hands in his cuffs.

Seeing Li Xuewu looking at him, he gave Li Xuewu a wink and followed him.

Li Xuewu found this kid's sinister look interesting, so he looked around and followed him.

The young man led Li Xuewu into a short brick house in an alley.

There was only a kang and a stove in the house, and a half-year-old child was lighting the fire and playing Galaha in his hands.

"Come on, clap, clap, stew pork feet with japonica rice and dry rice. Daddy will eat one and mommy will eat two, leaving a big Galaha for the little bald girl."

It's quite warm inside.

The young man ignored the older child and took a look outside, then said, "I see you've been wandering around for a long time and haven't bought anything. You don't have a ticket, right?"

Li Xuewu heard that there was something going on.

"What's wrong? Do you have it?"

The young man didn't care about Li Xuewu's tone: "Yes, do you want it?"

Li Xuewu took out a cigarette and handed one to the young man, lit it and asked, "What do you have?"

The young man saw that the cigarette that Li Xuewu handed him was good, and he asked such a big question. It seemed that he was a big guy.

The young man stopped playing riddles and kicked the half-grown child. The child put away the Galax and slipped out of the door, squatting at the entrance of the alley with his arms folded.

At this moment, the young man said: "There are food stamps, cloth stamps, gas stamps, coal stamps, and all kinds of stamps. There are even menstrual belt stamps for women. What do you want?"

Li Xuewu heard that this young man's tone was quite loud. The more such a person does, the less confident he is in doing things.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he looked at the masked ticket seller in the smoke and asked the price of each ticket type. Seeing that the masked ticket seller was about to be asked, he became anxious.

"What do you want?"

Li Xuewu smiled and said: "There is nothing needed."

The masked man was anxious: "Gan, are you kidding me? I think your flute is not a flute, you have it cut short!"

As he spoke, he took out the bayonet from his sheath.

The bayonet looked like a bayonet with a 38-inch cap. It was slender and bright. The masked man held it in his hand and gestured at Li Xuewu.

Li Xuewu stepped back, reached to his lower back and took out the big five-four from the space and held it in his hand.

Before Li Xuewu could speak, the masked man opposite dropped his bayonet at his feet and knelt on the ground with a bang.

"I am a front-line leader, and the green man on the cannon is just playing around with it. In front of a kid like you, I am just a piece of chicken. I don't even have a piece of it. You hero, please don't show off your skills at me."

Li Xuewu threw away his cigarette butt and waved his May 4 at the masked man to signal him to get up.

The masked man stood up fearfully and couldn't help but think, why is it difficult for me to aim while kneeling.

What this kid said was all slang. Li Xuewu didn't understand it and couldn't understand it, but he could probably understand some of the meaning.

Li Xuewu looked at the masked guest with trembling legs and said: "Don't be nervous, I don't lack tickets, I lack Northeastern specialty products, I am a... um, Northeastern specialty product purchasing agent. You understand this explanation."

As soon as the other person spoke, the masked man knew that this person was a loophole.

The masked man suddenly stood up straight, took off his dog-skin hat, and opened his mask. He saw that the hair on the top of his head was wet with sweat and stuck to his head. It was still steaming. He didn't know it was because of the heat in the room. It was Li Xuewu who was scared.

He took out a box of big production from his pocket, knocked out a cigarette and handed it to Li Xuewu. Apparently he had lost all fear in his heart. He saw Li Xuewu taking the cigarette and lighting it for Li Xuewu with a polite mouth.

"I know, I know. After all, we are all Lima people. Where do you get the trouble, brother?"

Li Xuewu blew out a puff of smoke with a smile, took the May Fourth from his sleeve, and said: "Anyway, it's not from the Northeast."

The masked guest smiled a lot after hearing this, and said cheerfully: "It seems that he is an old guest from Guanli. As long as he is not a jumper, it will be fine. What, do you need my help for anything? Just tell me if you have anything. , I understand the rules of the world, and I, Da Chun'er, can still stand it in this area."

The little kid looks like he's sixteen or seventeen, but what he says is that he's learned a lot about Jianghu Qi.

Thinking about the speed at which he knelt down just now, he had also received many beatings from society.

But not a word of what such a person says is true, and not even his name is necessarily true.

"I came here empty-handed. I wanted to see the local market. I want to disperse some local specialties from Guanli here, and I also want to bring some local specialties back from here. As I said just now, I am a local speciality. Purchasing agent”

Dachun said happily: "Daigou, daigou, this is a good word. Is this a jargon in Guanli? We are all purchasing agents. What do you want to buy on behalf of me? I am local, and the entire Langer Stalin Street (pronounced gai, (Sound) I’ll go out there. No one on the street knows that I have a wide range of roads in Dachun. As long as the price is right, I can get you anything.”

Li Xuewu puffed out smoke and looked at him, until Dachun was stared at unnaturally, then he said: "The amount is a bit big, you may not be able to eat it. You just said that you are a thread leader, a jointer, right? You must be behind me There's also the shopkeeper, why, can't we meet him?"

Dachun saw that others didn't believe him when he boasted. He was so frightened that he was so scared that others couldn't believe him no matter what he said, and they wouldn't say anything to him.

But seeing that this was against the rules, I was very embarrassed, but I also thought that this was an opportunity, and I didn't want to miss it. If I could get on this line, I would be able to get fat by eating everything that slipped through other people's fingers.

Da Chun'er asked carefully: "Can you tell me the amount?"

Li Xuewu calculated how much he could earn this time, and then calculated the volume of the space, and then said to Dachun: "I can transfer 4 train skins into the customs at any time, how much do you think?"

As soon as he heard this, Da Chun'er's caution disappeared in an instant. This guy didn't run out of a mental hospital. He was too bragging. Why didn't he say that he was Minister L?

"Brother, I, Da Chun'er, have been dominating the market for many years. I am as big as a stick, and I earn about dozens of dollars a day. I don't have time to mess around with you, and I can't do it even with that stick. Don't look for it without a glance. I'm carrying an eggplant, and it's cool to stay there."

Li Xuewu nodded the cigarette butt in his hand, flicked the ashes, and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, I don't believe it if you ask me to do it. If you have any ideas, you can come to me, but be mentally prepared when you come to me again. I don’t do small orders, I will be trading in this market before 4pm today”

Seeing Li Xuewu throw away the cigarette butts and walk out of the house, without looking back, towards the entrance of the alley, Da Chun'er was really murmuring in her heart, not knowing whether this person was telling the truth.

He gritted his teeth, put on his dog-skin hat, opened the door and ran into the alley.

explain:

Stalin: It was wrong on purpose

Galaha: A northern toy.

Those slang words are simple and some readers will understand them.

There will be translations for readers.