1949 I am from the future

()【60】Traveling at the temple fair

Xiaoqiang, who was rested at home by the Prime Minister, woke up full of sleep, got up and went out, and started broadcasting in the yard, "One two three four, five six seven eight, two two three four, five six seven Eight." Xiaoqiang was panting and chanting the rhythm, unaware that there were already three audiences standing in the corridor, all watching him make a fool of himself.

Dongzi looked at his chief foolishly, and thought to himself, could it be that he has fallen into some kind of magic spell, and the chief dances the great god to exorcise evil spirits?Chef Lao He felt that the chief couldn't hold Xiang Xiang down, and hoped that he would have more breakfast after the dance, so he pressed down.Yu Feng pursed her lips vigorously, and her shoulders trembled as she laughed secretly.

Yu Feng understood that this must be some kind of fitness training. It was taught in physical education class in medical school before, but it was completely different from what Xiaoqiang did. It seemed that what Xiaoqiang did was quite awkward.But it's normal for her to think so. Xiaoqiang, a puffy young man in the 21st century, makes people feel awkward when he performs it.

Lao He sent red jujube porridge to Xiaoqiang's living room, put pickled melon on it and went out. Xiaoqiang also knew that they couldn't let go of eating together with him, so he simply ate in the room by himself behind closed doors.

After dinner, Xiaoqiang called Yu Feng and took Dongzi to the temple fair. He had been working in Beijing in 1949 for so long, and he hadn’t experienced the customs here. It’s a pity that the driver Liu Zhen drove the car and took the three of them. Head towards the Huguo Temple Fair Market.

Rushed to the market and parked the car, drivers Liu Zhen and Dong Zi alertly stood behind Xiaoqiang and Yu Feng.Xiaoqiang and Yu Feng went to the market on their own.

The Huguo Temple Fair is different from other temple fairs in Beidu. It is dominated by small merchants and hawkers, and it is noisy and crowded. As soon as Xiaoqiang entered here, he found a seller of candied haws and bought a bunch of candied haws for the big guys. Eat and visit this temple fair.

It was nearly ten o'clock at this time, and a group of rural farmers who were rushing to the temple fair were walking back. They sold the few eggs, piglets, pigeons, baskets, rattan chairs and other agricultural and sideline products and handicrafts they brought with them at the temple fair. After work, they were ready to go home. They talked with each other in a group, with loud and rough voices. Although New Year's Day has passed, it has nothing to do with the majority of Chinese people.What everyone really cares about is that the Lunar New Year is coming. Looking at the green and red flower cloths in the shops on the street, some big girls and young wives can't move.Those simple peasant girls, carrying baskets that had been sold out on their backs, timidly squeezed the meager pockets in the corners of their pockets, pretending to smooth their messy bangs and temples with their hands, stopped and stared. Looking at the flowered cloth hanging high in the store, I imagined what it would look like if I made this cloth into a hooded jacket and put it on myself.Probably they have never worn such a beautiful foreign cloth in their life, and then looked down at the whitish blue coarse cloth jacket on their bodies, and the patched shoes under their feet, thinking about the bottom of the noodle pot at home, girl They lowered their heads and bit their lips in a sensible manner, pulled up the rattan basket behind them vigorously, and stopped looking at the floral cloth, and walked home with the legs and feet of the farmers who had worked all their lives.The children look forward to the adults buying a new pair of socks, so that they can replace the layered tops and bottoms on their feet that have been laughed at.The women who are in charge of the house think the most. The earthen pot that has been used for more than ten years is cracked. Should I buy a new one or find a tinkerer to continue to use it?The soap is gone long ago, should I just grit my teeth and exchange the money from selling chickens for half a soap head?That wooden comb is really cheap, I really want to buy one for myself...

Just like that, there are people coming and going in front of the roadside stalls along the way, in the grocery store, everyone is asking the price for the price, all kinds of voices are mixed in the sky above the market, and all kinds of smells are mixed with the smell of the food stalls. The scent hangs in the air in the streets.

Xiaoqiang took everyone with him. After eating candied haws and persimmons, he bought sesame crisp cakes and set his sights on steamed cakes. These days, the portions are really big enough. Halfway through the shopping, everyone’s stomachs were full. Xiaoqiang looked at it and didn’t try it yet. The old Beijing snacks such as boiled meatballs in sugar water, tofu wild vegetable soup, etc. are really powerless.

After a trip to the temple fair, Xiaoqiang, a foodie, also understood the situation in China in this era. There are no industrial products in the market for ordinary people. Are cotton cloth and soap considered industrial products?Well, even if it is, it is ridiculously expensive!

Not to mention anything else, just to save those simple and kind compatriots from having two patches on their bodies. The big girl has a calico dress to wear in this life, and the dolls have new socks and even new shoes. Xiaoqiang has to work hard.

After watching the performance of monkeys playing in the meeting, the four of Xiaoqiang turned and left the temple fair.

When we drove home, everyone had eaten the snacks bought by Xiaoqiang at the temple fair, and they were not hungry, so Xiaoqiang stopped eating lunch and asked Liu Zhen to drive him to work.

In the next few days, Xiaoqiang spent time at work, doing what he could do, and was called by the chairman or the prime minister almost every day to ask various questions and attend various government affairs or military meetings. The leading comrades of Zhong Yang now all know that there is such a number one person as Xiaoqiang. After all, there are only a few participants in the 491 Project. Xiaoqiang is very respectful.From their point of view, Xiaoqiang is the son of Minister Li, the chairman's secretary, the two prime ministers of the State Council attach great importance to the cadres who are summoned almost every day, and the senior leaders of the army often call them to meetings. The word "infinite" couldn't be more appropriate when applied to him.Some leaders who have single girls waiting to marry at home have already been asking around if Xiaoqiang is married.

After working hard for a week, Zhongnan Hai will hold another office dance tonight. As an unmarried cadre, Xiaoqiang naturally cannot escape.

No, Lao Sui from the logistics department came to Xiaoqiang's office. Lao Sui pulled the chair by the wall over and sat down facing Xiaoqiang. He took out a Zhonghua cigarette from the open wooden box in front of Xiaoqiang, and first sniffed it under his nose. After lighting up the aroma, he lit the zip lighter that Xiaoqiang threw on the table, and said to Xiaoqiang: "I see, your conditions here are much better than the office of Secretary Yang Shangkun of our secretariat. You smoke, It is ten times more comfortable than Daqianmen, what brand is "Zhonghua"?"

Xiaoqiang got up and took a celadon cup newly issued by the agency, and while making tea for Lao Sui, he said nonsense: "The cigarettes newly developed by Project 491, last time I went to the base, I took a few by hand, you have to smoke some." .”

Lao Sui was also polite, took out the crumpled big front door cigarette case in his pocket, poked it open with his fingers, and stuffed three Chinese sticks in. The big front door didn’t have filters, and the soft-shell packaging was too short, so the three cigarettes came out so abruptly. Put your head in it.Lao Sui put the cardboard carefully into his jacket pocket, and said: "Tonight, the eight divisions of the Central Government and the Ministry of Culture jointly hold a dance party. Secretary Yang said that all bachelors from our six divisions will be able to attend, even if it is today Those who are on duty are also entrusted to the old comrades to take part in the shift, and strive to solve the practical problems of a group of senior officials in the Central Government as soon as possible. Secretary Yang especially called the name and said that you, Cao Xiaoqiang, are unmarried, and you must go there."

Lao Sui took the teacup that Xiaoqiang handed him and continued: "For this ball, Secretary Yang personally greeted Minister Shen of the Ministry of Culture, and he said it over there, for his full support. You bachelors are blessed this time. I heard that the girl is very beautiful tonight, and all the unmarried actresses from Beijing Film Studio will come here if they don't have a date." Lao Sui conveyed this not-so-serious information in a serious tone, which was very interesting.