With a Door In Mind

After dinner, he slipped into the hospital again.

After wandering around in it, I didn't find Zhou Xiaohe's figure.

And the people who were here to recover before also left.

Probably went to the military hospital.

After all, nearly three months have passed, and the injuries that should be treated are not much different.

The rest can also be cultivated in the health center in the army.

I don't know how Zhou Xiaohe is now.

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

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

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

And the big-leaf tea trees harvested in Pu'er are also rising very well.

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

Also received a lot of tea.

But he really can't 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, there was a small workshop.

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

Although it was only half way through.

But from the old man's words, 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 this general process.

There are also some caveats here.

For example, when cooking, when do you need to add water when artificially fermented.

How much!

These are all important.

However, there are still some shortcomings, after all, I have not heard all of it.

After listening to it for a while, I felt that the time was almost up.

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

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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.

Check in and find your seat.

After all, it is relatively remote from here, and there are many fewer people starting from here.

At this time, there were only about twenty people in the huge carriage, and they should be sitting separately because there were many empty seats.

I was the only one in my row of seats.

In the row in front of him, a young man in his twenties was putting his belongings under the belly of the car.

The other party was wearing a singlet, big eyes, and neatly combed hair.

It was the rosacea that attracted him.

It's red on top, and there are some pimples on the face.

It looked a little uncomfortable for him.

He's always had a bad habit, acne phobia.

"Brother, where are you from?" It was estimated that there were few people in the carriage, and the other party felt bored, put his things away, turned his head and asked with a smile.

Listening to the accent is a bit like a nest* person.

"From Hui Province."

Although he was a little uncomfortable looking at the acne, he couldn't show it at this time! It's rude after all...

"Mom, I finally meet someone who can talk. I don't understand what a lot of people are talking about here."

"It's really fate, I'm also from Hui Province, why are you here?"

"Look at a friend!"

The other party heard the words "understood" and came over and smiled; "Did you go to see educated youth friends?"

Last year's group of educated youth went to the countryside, and naturally some of them came here.

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

Zhou Xiaowen was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Almost."

"Oh, I'm from the supply and marketing agency, come and see the tea."

Zhou Xiaochuan nodded when he heard the words.

Next, the two chatted casually for a while, Zhou Xiaochuan had not seen a living person for a long time, and naturally 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 he was in the cold, he could change the subject immediately.

Zhou Xiaochuan smiled, such a person can make a fortune as long as he is not particularly unlucky.

The premise is that you don't get out of the system.

But in order to become an existence 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 a provincial supply and marketing cooperative, and his background was not too bad.

This is not a supply and marketing cooperative of provincial capital streets.

This is a department.

The two chatted for a while, and it was estimated that it was too dark. The other party was embarrassed to disturb others' rest, so he stopped the conversation.

There is only one person in the three row seats, so it is convenient to put the baggage under the head as a pillow. Lie down on three seats and start to sleep.

Zhou Xiaochuan also closed his eyes when he saw this.

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

From time to time at night someone went to the toilet and poured water. Noisy, he didn't sleep very well.

The time is slowly approaching the morning.

Early in the morning, he was awakened by the sound of the loudspeaker in the carriage, only to hear the melody of Dongfanghong floating from the loudspeaker.

"The East is Red", "The Sea Sailing Depends on the Helmsman"

In the past two years, from urban to rural areas, most of the songs on the radio have been wrapped up by these two pieces of music.

Looking at 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 they haven't washed their faces, and Zhou Xiaochuan is a little nauseated.

"Brother, wake up!"

Zhang Lin greeted Zhou Xiaochuan when he saw Zhou Xiaochuan woke up.

Zhou Xiaochuan took a look. The other party was holding a fire bun that had been bitten by a third in his right hand, and a water cup in his left hand.

Take a sip, drink a sip.

The buns are not too small, about the size of an adult's palm.

Fire-steamed buns are made of white noodles, but they are not steamed, they are baked on a red-hot iron pot.

When it first came out of the oven, it was very fragrant, but when it was cold, it was a little hard.

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

The other party's cheeks were stuffed with steamed buns, "Come on, brother, don't dislike it, have a bite."

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

"Oops, why are you being so polite! Take it." After that, he handed it over to the convenience.

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

Zhang Lin nodded when he saw it, then took it back and took a bite.

Watching Zhou Xiaochuan leave with something, he tutted, "Oh, it's so particular."

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

Zhou Xiaochuan looked outside through the window.

Gui * City Railway Station.

The car was parked and the door had just opened.

A group of people with Sichuan or Hunan accents crowded up.

In fact, there is basically no difference between the accents of the two places to outsiders.

After washing, stand at the entrance of the train.

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

Chapter three hundred and ninety-third, the way home.