With a Door In Mind

When I came to the place with my things, several people were already washing up. They were basically wearing blue Chinese tunic suits, but they gave off the feeling of a neat suit.

They should all be people of low status.

I found a gap to catch some water, and after a few quick washes, it was over.

Back in the carriage, the two big smoking guns began to puff again, while reading the newspapers they didn't know where they came from. Fortunately, the smell of smoke covered the stench in the compartment.

It can be regarded as somewhat useful.

Zhou Xiaochuan picked up the tortillas on the table, and started eating with the water in the pot.

Seeing that Zhao Qinian was chatting, he asked, "Grandpa Zhao, is there no one looking at the food on the train?"

Zhao Qinian laughed and said, "Why are you looking at him?"

"Aren't you afraid of food loss?"

Wu Yixin also smiled when he heard Zhou Xiaochuan's words, "Do you think there will be more people watching?"

Zhao Qinian also smiled and did not speak.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan was stunned for a moment, then nodded, probably the two of them had already foreseen it in their hearts.

These two have either been through this kind of thing, or they have done this kind of thing.

Staying in the carriage until noon, the car stopped at the platform and waited for water to be added.

Seeing the time for dinner, Zhou Xiaochuan was left alone to look at the luggage, while the others went to the dining car compartment.

Seeing a few people leave, he closed the car door, entered the space and took out the meals he had prepared before, and left the space when he was full.

At this time, several people have not returned. Sitting on the lower bunk, he picked up a newspaper casually, and a piece of content caught his attention.

The incremental method of grain cooking invented by a certain scientist, the method of "double steaming rice" has been patented.

First steam the rice in the usual way, then remove the cover, sprinkle water on it, cover it tightly, and steam it again.

In this way, a small bowl of raw rice can be steamed into a large pot of rice, and it is particularly "full stomach".

Zhou Xiaochuan laughed out loud seeing this method.

Then he sighed lightly, this is the Brick House.

He flipped through the rest casually a few times and stopped reading, because they were all in traditional Chinese characters. Although he could understand them slowly, it was difficult to read.

"Bang bang bang..."

Suddenly there was a knock on the window outside the window.

Zhou Xiaochuan glanced outside suspiciously. There was a woman in army green clothes and a hat, holding a large teapot in her hand.

After the window was opened, a voice came from outside, "Comrade, do you want boiling water?"

Zhou Xiaochuan was stunned for a moment, isn't there water delivery in the car?

Immediately, he reacted and said with a smile: "Yes, wait a minute."

After speaking, he picked up the other people's water glasses, one by one.

"Thanks!"

The other party looked at him and smiled, "You're welcome, serve the people!"

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at the figure of the other party leaving and smiled.

After more than half an hour, several people came back. Li Yongqiang smiled and said to him: "Xiao Chuan, hurry up and eat. Vegetarian dishes cost 1.2 cents, and those with meat only cost 30 cents. Tickets are not required."

For a few people who are not too short of money, the meat dishes that do not require tickets must not be missed.

Zhou Xiaochuan nodded upon hearing this. "Oh, ok, I'll go now."

Although I have eaten, I still have to do it. Anyway, there was nothing wrong, so he wandered into the dining car compartment.

When I came to the place, I found that there are really many people here. I listened to it from the side, but there was no food, and I had to wait another hour.

"What did you do? So slow."

"That's it, is this how you serve the people?"

...

"Don't say that, the point is that there are too many people eating. They can't be too busy."

Some people are angry, and some people understand.

Zhou Xiaochuan didn't go up to join in the fun.

I looked at the person who was eating next to me. There was half a box of white rice in the aluminum lunch box without a lid, and the rest was some vegetables. Three or four thin slices of meat were spread on top.

People in the city with a little income must want this kind of meal, because there is no ticket and it is only 30 cents a piece.

What is the price of rice on the black market now? About 2 yuan a catty. The increase is more than ten times, and one month's salary can only buy more than ten catties of rice.

Feeling that the time was too late, he strolled back.

Several people spent two days and two nights in the car like this.

Just after lunch at noon on the third day, the conductor came over to remind me that I would arrive at the station in half an hour.

This road is okay, but the train radio is too active, there are regular news broadcasts, introductions to places of interest, and songs and operas are played from time to time. It's not too boring along the way.

Zhao Qinian touched his bag and found that there were no cigarettes left, so he shouted to Wu Yixin, "Old Wu, here are some cigarettes."

Wu Yixin took out his cigarette case and took out a cigarette from it. "Just one, let's smoke it separately."

"Okay, hurry up! You smoke first."

Wu Yixin smoked half and handed the rest to him.

Zhou Xiaochuan smiled at the side, good guy, I don’t know if it’s because people are a bit depressed in the small space in the car, as long as these two people open their eyes, they are smoking, no amount of cigarettes can stand the rush .

Zhao Qinian took two sharp puffs and finished the rest of the cigarette.

Throwing the cigarette butt into the spittoon, he muttered something.

"It's not fun!"

Zhou Xiaochuan took out a bag of the big front door from the bag, and handed it down.

Zhao Qinian saw a hand stretched out from above, and the important thing was that there was a bag of big front door in his hand.

"Hey, you actually brought cigarettes."

He took the cigarette from Zhou Xiaochuan's hand, opened it and handed one to Wu Yixin. "How about it? My grandson is more considerate. It's still Daqianmen."

Wu Yixin smiled beside him. "As long as your grandson is good, that's fine."

Zhou Xiaochuan curled his lips, but he didn't scold himself for buying cigarettes. Not bad, I have to boast.

After more than half an hour, the sound of arriving at the station came from the radio, and the car slowly drove into the Kyoto Railway Station.

Several people had already packed their luggage and waited to open the door.

When the car door opened, several people came out of the carriage, all of them stretched subconsciously to loosen their bones.

The people who sat in the car for the past two days were really tired.

"Let's go, go buy the ticket first, and go to the warehouse to have a look later." When the food arrives in Kyoto, it has to change trains just like people.

Several people followed him out of the station and re-entered the ticket office.

Zhao Qinian took the materials to buy some train tickets, and handed them to several people when he came back.

A few people looked at it, with a look of bitterness on their faces, because it was a ticket.

When I was in Huizhou, the textile factory was still a bit high-level, and I could buy hard sleepers, but it was useless when I arrived in Kyoto.

But there's no other way, it's the only way.

Afterwards, several people followed Zhao Qinian to the warehouse to handle the operation.

It didn't take long for Zhao Qinian to finish the job.

However, Zhou Xiaochuan took a look at Zhao Qinian's list and hissed. Originally, there were 100 tons of grain, but now there are only 60 tons.

But Zhao Qinian didn't feel strange, and felt that everything was in common sense.

He just said indifferently to several people: "Okay, it's done, let's go out."

Then several people followed him and left the station.

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