Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 47 The Mobile Vendor on Walker Street
Chen Yan looked at the figure of the third uncle and disappeared into the alley opposite No. 33 Walker Street.

He was shuddered again by the cold wind pouring in from outside the door, his head finally came to his senses, he hastily closed the door, his heart was finally let go, and he exhaled a long breath of foul air.

"Oh shit……"

The pressure brought by the third uncle was beyond his imagination, but fortunately, he had already experienced the weirdness in the night zoo, and he had already developed an antibody to this pressure.

After calming down, Chen Yan thought of one thing:

Is the third uncle's abnormal behavior related to his extraordinary ability?
Chen Yan still remembers the weird story that the third uncle told in the zoo - the story about the "living corpse" named Solar, until now, he can still clearly recall it.

If the third uncle's "resurrection" is related to his extraordinary ability, then everything can be explained clearly.

Chen Yan thought for a moment, but couldn't think of other possibilities for the time being.

So he put on his coat and went out.

The waffles from last night had long been digested, and as soon as his nervous spirit calmed down, he felt hungry, and his hungry eyes turned black.

He left the house and walked quickly west along Walker Street for 6 minutes, when he saw a peddler selling breakfast.

It stands to reason that the municipal administration of the old city of Yanan City has banned these itinerant vendors who do not pay taxes——

Every morning after 6 o'clock, the police station in each street will organize patrols to disperse them.

On the surface, it is because it is difficult for the municipality to collect taxes from them, and because they occupy streets that are already narrow enough - public transportation.

It's 7:[-] in the morning. Under normal circumstances, at this time, the itinerant vendors selling breakfast should have already closed their stalls.

But today, for some reason, both sides of the street were crowded with all kinds of small vendors selling breakfast.

They push the carts they assembled themselves, or carry baskets made of hemp rope, and sell them on both sides of the street.

There is no difference between the people at the bottom of the empire and the people in the Asian hometown, and they take great pains in eating——

Even if there are only a few simple ingredients that they can use, even if these ingredients are not so easy to obtain, they will make good use of every ingredient without wasting a single bit.

Thrift is one of the most practical rules for surviving in an imperial city.

The food on the market this morning is quite rich, Chen Yan took a look at it:
There are coffee, ginger beer, pea soup, mush, mint mush (which is a completely different experience from normal mush), etc...

Most of the food is chips, sandwiches, meatloaf, salted eel, smoked herring, fruit pies, gingerbread, etc...

Even rarer fruits appeared in today's morning market: oranges, lemons, pineapples...

For the working class, fruit was one of the luxuries - as large numbers of farmers left their homelands, large tenant farmers were able to annex land and monopolize the produce, driving up its prices.

The bachelor workers like these ready-made things most, they can feed the whole family without hunger, and don't care about spending two pennies for a luxurious breakfast.

Workers with families have some scruples. They usually have no way to eat normal food. If they have food but not drink, they have no money to buy food. They stand hesitantly in front of the stall for a long time, grit their teeth and take out For a penny, I bought black bread and a little mush, which I barely used to eat.

It is impossible not to eat, they only eat two meals a day, breakfast is the most important thing.

There must always be a balance between making money and overdrawing your body. In this respect, each of them is a master at playing with this balance.

Chen Yan often saw workers in shabby clothes standing in front of the breakfast booth, stuffing their hands into their trouser pockets, rubbing the pennies in their pockets over and over again, hesitating.

Looking at them, a thought popped into his head, if the Labor Party came to power, wouldn't these people have enough money for breakfast?
He has no time for them.

He can't even take care of himself.

He came to a mobile vendor he used to frequent and took out two pennies.

"Three servings of black bread, two servings of pea soup, and one serving of mint mush."

The paste is made of milk and starch. Although it is unpalatable, it is very satisfying - this mint paste is bought by Chen Yan for himself.

Pea soup is bought for Ogami and glutinous rice crackers.

Because Asians who have just come to the empire are usually not used to drinking muko, it was the same when Chen Yan first arrived in the empire. When he drank muko for the first time, he almost vomited.

But this stuff is really practical, a bowl, most of the day will not be hungry, it is a sharp tool for workers to save money.

Asian immigrants, as long as they are not rich and big bosses, have been in the empire for a long time, and they all like drinking muddy, because this thing is really cheap.

The owner of the mobile vendor in front of Chen Yan is an imperial native aunt, and Chen Yan used to buy breakfast from her because she added more milk to the mush than others, and it was not so easy to vomit after drinking it.

When the aunt was collecting the money, Chen Yan inadvertently glanced at her purse.

There was not much money in the purse.

Chen Yan said in a relaxed tone of greeting: "Is business good today?"

Auntie didn't seem to expect this young Asian man to be so cheerful. She sighed, with a gloomy look on her face, and a reluctant tone in her tone:

"I can't do it. I thought the business was good today. It's rare for those bastards from the police station not to come..."

Chen Yan looked very surprised: "The police didn't come? They don't care about the mobile vendors?"

The aunt's tone was full of disdain: "Those dogs can only bully ordinary people like us. With only that little skill in this life, how can they be willing to relax for a day?"

Aunt's next sentence was in a slightly melancholy tone: "I just heard... I heard that it seems that because some general election is about to start, some parties want to fight for votes in a few blocks of Walker Street, so relax on some things gone."

The aunt obviously didn't know about this matter, and while wrapping the black bread with torn squares of waste newspaper, she said in a tone of "it's nothing to do with yourself":
"Whatever, it's a day to be able to sell it, who knows what those elders will think and how to do it tomorrow?

We little people can only rely on their breath. "

Chen Yan didn't speak, but only faintly realized that this was wrong.

"Give you."

The aunt handed the breakfast to Chen Yan.

Chen Yan took the breakfast and saw Aunt's hand.

Auntie obviously looks more than 40 years old, but her hands are already full of grooves, and there are several big calluses on her palms, each of which is bigger than half of Chen Yan's thumb.

It was the hands of a pair of laborers.

"Have a nice day, young man."

With a bright smile on her face, the aunt habitually frustrates the calluses on her hands, and covers the washed and faded blue cotton cloth back into the basket to prevent the heat from the black bread from escaping.

(End of this chapter)