With a Door In Mind

After dinner, he strolled to the hospital again.

Wandering around inside, Zhou Xiaohe's figure was not found.

And the people who were recuperating here before also left.

It is estimated that he went to the military hospital.

After all, nearly three months have passed, and the injuries that need to be healed are not much worse.

The rest can also be recuperated in the health center of the army.

I don't know how Zhou Xiaohe is doing now.

After eating, I strolled on the road for a while, and when I passed a store, there was a burst of tea fragrance inside.

At this time, he thought of the tea tree in his space.

The wild tea tree before had grown to the size of a bowl, and every ten days he would collect a batch of tea leaves, but this one was green tea.

And the big-leaf tea trees harvested in Pu'er also showed a good growth rate.

A month has passed, and the few tea trees in the space have grown very thick.

There is also a lot of tea.

But he really doesn't know how to make black tea.

I didn't have a ticket for tea, and it was useless to go in, so I found a stone nearby and sat down.

Because at this time behind the tea shop, in a small workshop.

A white-haired old man in his sixties was explaining the process of making tea to a young apprentice.

Although I only listened to it halfway.

But from the words of the old man, I still heard the production process of this Pu'er tea.

Because when the other party explained, he mentioned some previous steps by the way.

Coupled with some self-media I watched in my previous life, I can almost make up the general process.

There are also some caveats here.

For example, when cooked,

When do you need to add water to ferment artificially?

How much to add!

These are all important.

However, there are still some deficiencies, after all, I haven't listened to them all.

After listening for a while, I feel that the time is almost up.

Went into the space, took a shower and changed clothes. I didn't go to bed, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep in the car at night.

After finishing it, he walked towards the train station.

When we arrived at the train station, it was almost time for the train to arrive at the station.

Checked in and found my seat.

After all, the more remote areas, the number of people starting from here will be much less.

At this time, there were only about twenty people in the huge carriage, and they probably sat separately because there were too many empty seats.

I was the only one in my row of seats.

And a young man in his twenties in the row in front of him was putting his things under the belly of the car.

The other party was wearing an undershirt, with big eyes and neatly combed hair.

It was the rosacea that attracted him.

It was red, and there were some pimples on the face.

He looked a little uncomfortable.

He has always had a bad problem, which is acne phobia.

"Brother, where is he from?" Probably because there were few people in the carriage, the other party felt bored, put his things away, then turned his head and asked with a smile.

The accent sounds a bit like a nest* person.

"From Hui Province."

Although he felt a little uncomfortable looking at the pimples, he couldn't show it at this time! After all, it's impolite...

"Oh my god, I can finally meet someone who can talk. I can't understand a lot of people who come here."

"It's fate. I'm also from Huizhou. Why are you here?"

"Look at a friend!"

Hearing the words, the other party "understood" and said with a smile; "Should I go see an educated youth friend?"

The group of educated youth students who went to the countryside last year naturally came here.

The other party thought he was here to see these educated youths.

Zhou Xiaochuan froze for a moment, then nodded, "Almost."

"Oh, I'm from the Supply and Marketing Cooperative, come and have a look at the tea leaves."

Zhou Xiaochuan nodded upon hearing this.

Next, the two chatted casually for a while, and Zhou Xiaochuan hadn't seen a living person for a long time, so naturally they chatted happily for a while.

The guy's name is Zhang Lin, and he is very talkative. At least what he said made him not very embarrassed. When there was a cold scene, he could immediately change the subject.

Zhou Xiaochuan smiled, such a person will change in the future, as long as he is not particularly unlucky, he can get rich.

The premise is not to get out of the system.

But if you want to become like the second horse in the country, it depends on luck and background.

But in the chat just now, he knew that the other party was from the provincial capital supply and marketing cooperative, and his background was not too bad.

This is not a supply and marketing cooperative like the provincial capital street.

This is a department.

The two chatted for a while, probably because it was too dark. The other party was also embarrassed to disturb others' rest, so they stopped the conversation.

There is only one person in three rows of seats, so it is convenient to put the burden under the head as a pillow. Lie on the three seats and start to fall asleep.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan also closed his eyes.

After the lights in the carriage were turned off, it was still very quiet in the carriage at night, basically everyone was sleeping, and even the flight attendants who poured water seldom came over.

From time to time at night, someone went to the toilet and poured water. It was so noisy that he didn't sleep well.

Time slowly arrived in the morning.

Early in the morning, he was woken up by the sound of the horn in the carriage, only to hear the melody of Dongfanghong wafting out from the horn.

"The East Is Red", "Sailing the Seas Rely on the Helmsman"

In the past two years, from the city to the countryside, most of the songs on the radio have been covered by these two pieces of music.

Judging by the speed of the car, this should be a pit stop.

And a group of people in the carriage are taking out the dry food they brought and eating there.

Looking at these people, some people still have yellow and white things in the corners of their eyes, obviously their faces have not been washed, Zhou Xiaochuan felt a little sick to his stomach.

"Brother, wake up!"

Seeing Zhou Xiaochuan woke up, Zhang Lin greeted him.

Zhou Xiaochuan took a look, and the other party was holding a Huoshaomo with a third of a bite in his right hand, and a water cup in his left.

Eat and drink.

The bun is not too small, about the size of an adult's palm.

Huoshaomo is made of white flour, but it is not steamed, it is baked on a hot iron pan.

It is very fragrant when it is just out of the oven, but it is a bit hard when it is cold.

Seeing Zhou Xiaochuan take a look, the other party hurriedly grabbed half of his pancakes and handed them over.

The opponent's cheeks were stuffed with steamed buns, "Come on, brother, don't be disgusted, just have a bite."

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan smiled and shook his head, "No need, you can eat, I have some."

"Oh, why are you being so polite! Here it is." After speaking, the other party wanted to hand it over.

"Thank you, I really don't need it. I'll go brush my teeth first." Zhou Xiaochuan was polite, and took out a toothbrush and toothpaste from his bag.

Seeing this, Zhang Lin nodded, took it back, and then took a bite.

Seeing Zhou Xiaochuan leaving with his things, he murmured, "Oh, you're so particular."

Before Zhou Xiaochuan finished washing, the car had already pulled into the station.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked out through the window.

Gui* City Railway Station.

The car was parked and the door just opened.

A group of people with Sichuan-style or Hunan-style accents squeezed forward with big bags and small bags.

In fact, the accents of the two places are basically the same to outsiders.

After washing, stand at the train entrance.

After everyone got on the train, he walked towards his position.