Life in a small village with quiet mountains and quiet waters

Chapter 181 Bad News

Gu Siwei didn't think much about it, because in his mind it was too early to go home at this time, but he also knew that the defense between men and women is stronger than that of later generations, but he was not a person of this era in his original consciousness, so he didn't No matter what experience you have, you will naturally not worry about this.

There is still a little distance from the family area where Hu Yanqiu's family lives to Qiao Yitong's small single dormitory, not to mention that Gu Siwei still walks on two legs.

But Gu Siwei didn't think there was a problem. If he wanted to ride a bicycle, Gu Siwei had room for it, but he didn't ride it. He felt that this opportunity was a bit rare and he was in a good mood. At this moment, there was a little breeze outside, blowing away the day impatience.

And he just happened to take a look at the night scene of the factory town in this era.

The road was a bit long, but at the end of the journey, when Gu Siwei returned to Qiao Yi's dormitory, the kid was already sleeping like thunder. After looking at the obsession, the quality of this kid's sleep has improved a lot a grade.

Lying down on his own bed, Gu Siwei didn't think too much about Qiao Yitong's snoring, and didn't let the sound affect him. After a while, Gu Siwei also fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, Gu Siwei heard movement in the room, turned his head and saw that Qiao Yi got up together, and the kid was washing his face.

"I'm sorry, I woke you up, it's okay, you continue to sleep, it's still early, it's less than six o'clock."

Seeing Gu Siwei woke up, Qiao Yitong said apologetically.

Gu Siwei came back to his senses: "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Qiao Yitong said with a smile: "I'm full of sleep. I've slept for eight hours since I came back. It's full. My mind is more flexible and I have some ideas. I'll go to work to have a look later...".

"You... Forget it, it's useless to say it." Gu Siwei thinks why this kid loves work so much?

For Gu Siwei, the only reason to work is that he has no money. If he has money, he can maintain food and clothing, but he will not go to work. As for realizing the value of life, Lao Gu will not do it.

His life value is to live every day in peace.

As for Gu Siwei's willingness to pay attention to technology, it just shows that the kid's hand holding the job is still very steady, at least not shaking.Work and hobbies don't go together, at least for Lao Gu.

Hey!

Qiao Yitong smiled and continued to rub his face with the towel until his face turned red, then Qiao Yitong threw the towel into the warm water again, folded it back and forth, twisted the towel with both hands, and finally Hang up the towel and pour the water in the basin onto the ground outside.

It's not that Qiao Yitong doesn't talk about civilization, but that everyone is doing it now. Besides, the water is clean water, not sewage.

"I'm leaving".

Qiao Yitong put a little cream on his face, even if he had finished taking care of his personal hygiene, seeing that Gu Siwei did not continue to sleep, he said hello to Gu Siwei and went out to work.

After waiting for Qiao Yitong to leave, Gu Siwei felt that it was boring, and he didn't want to continue to sleep, so he got up and washed slowly, then took out an idle book from the shelf and flipped through it.

When it was past six o'clock, Gu Siwei put down his book and was about to go out for breakfast.

It’s very lively to go out at this time. People with children at home are getting ready to go to school, and adults should go to work soon. At this time, the time to go to work is usually 07:30 in the morning, and the latest is [-]:[-] at the latest. For future generations I went to work at nine o'clock and there was no shadow.

Workers now take one day off a week, and there is no such thing as two days a week in later generations.

It will be even more lively when you walk on the road. There are bicycle bells ringing in your ears one after another, ding ding ding everywhere, accompanied by adults and children giving way from time to time.

These very ordinary things are like fireworks in Gu Siwei's ears.

With different ideas, the attitude towards the same thing will naturally be different, like Gu Siwei strolling leisurely on the street, which forms an extreme contrast with the crowd rushing to work and school.

Gu Siwei walked on the side of the road in a small square pace, with his hands behind his back, walking on the side of the road like an old cadre. Just now, he was standing on the side of the road watching two people quarreling. They quarreled for about 5 minutes, waiting for each of them to get on their bicycles , and he went on to the breakfast shop.

When we arrived at the early shop, there was still no one there.

There are only two or three scattered people inside the facade of a hundred or so square meters. At first glance, these two or three people are still in Chinese tunic suits, and there is more or less a pen in the chest pocket. At first glance, they are cultural people. Or cadres, none of them are dressed like ordinary workers.

"Xiao Gu is here?"

After eating a few times, everyone knew Gu Siwei from the waiters including the pastry chef. As soon as Gu Siwei arrived at the door, the people inside greeted him.

"Here we come! Are you all busy?" Gu Siwei politely replied to everyone.

"Xiao Gu, you are really kind. Do you think we are busy?"

The pastry chef at the back, now wearing an apron with one hand in his pocket and a cigarette in the other, leaned against the small door of the inner workshop, and said with a smile to Gu Siwei.

"not busy".

Gu Siwei was also amused, glanced at the shop and asked the master, "Why is there another one missing today?"

Gu Siwei knows all the people who come to the restaurant frequently, and he can tell who is here and who is not at a glance. Today, I found out that a master chef did not come. The master’s surname is Xu or Xu. Gu Siwei heard about it once , but the speaker's accent was heavy, and Gu Siwei didn't hear clearly.

"You said Old Xu, you haven't come here for more than a week, right?"

The master chef who was sitting in the shop drinking soup and fried dough sticks replied with a smile when he heard what Gu Siwei said.

"Really, it will be almost eight days from today." Gu Siwei found a table at random and sat down, picked up the chopsticks in the chopstick cage, chopped them on the table, straightened the two chopsticks, and held them in the hand.

Then he took a dish of vinegar that was overturned on the table and put it in front of him. He first took the vinegar and poured about a tablespoon of it, then mixed half a tablespoon of soy sauce, and added a little chili paste into it. Now Gu Siwei's self-adjusting breakfast ingredients are ready.

No need for Gu Siwei to say much, the waiter automatically gave Gu Siwei the things.

In front of Gu Siwei are two diced buns and two shredded radish pancakes, which are mixed with flour and then deep-fried in an oil pan. The skin is crispy and the inside is soft. It has a special taste, and Gu Siwei likes it very much.

It's not that I like it at this time, but the era when he came. Gu Siwei liked this one very much, but in this era, it became Gu Siwei's favorite.

Don't look at the unreliable image of the master chef who looks like a bum with a cigarette, but he is really good at making things, and the pastry is really much better than the early stalls in the future.

Don’t talk about anything else, just talk about this bun, the stuffing is not only full, but also the taste is absolutely amazing. At this time, the master cooks for you, and the hands never shake, because what, because now the food is all public , It has nothing to do with him personally, as long as you don't have conflicts with him, they will never have a convulsion in cooking.

The four noodles are paired with a bowl of soup. Gu Siwei used to call this thing Hu spicy soup, but it doesn’t taste like it. Once I heard from the master, I realized that the real name of this thing is not Hu spicy soup. This is the master’s hometown. The unique morning tea soup, called tea porridge by the locals, has been modified by the master to suit most people's tastes.

People here call it Hu La Tang, and finally it was called Hu La Tang.

Although the name is called, it is actually different. The biggest difference is that when the soup comes out, no pepper is added, and it is not spicy. These things are added for the guests themselves.

It's okay for Gu Siwei to let go of both, or not to let go.

Today, Gu Siwei didn't put it away. He waited for the soup to be served, and gently scooped up the heat with a spoon, but the chopsticks in his hand had already greeted the buns.

I put one in my mouth and took a bite, and half of the mouthful was full of stuffing. The aroma of the crispy bamboo shoots, tender chicken, and meat cloves in the three dices exploded directly in my mouth.

Taking a bite happily, he took a sip of hot soup along the edge of the bowl, and the warm breakfast flowed down his neck, immediately dispelling his hunger.

Ah!
Gu Siwei let out a sigh of relief, and he was about to bubble up.

While eating here, I heard the two master chefs over there chatting.

Just as I wanted to listen to what the two of them were talking about, I suddenly heard the waiter say with a smile: "This person really doesn't think about it. That's why I said that Master Xu hasn't come for a long time, and this person has come."

All the people in the store raised their heads together, and saw an old man in his sixties walking in hastily.

"same as usual!"

The old man came in and yelled at the waiter, then sat in his usual seat.

"I said, Lao Xu, why did you come back so soon, your son and wife don't want to see you?"

An old man smiled and greeted the old man Xu who just came in.

"It's not that I don't want to see you, but the place at home is too small. My son and his wife share one room, and my grandson and I share one room. Now the wife and his husband are going to live there for a few days. Do you think there is room in this house? I'll see if that's the case." Don't stay here, just book a ticket and come back..."

Hearing what the old man said, Gu Siwei understood that this kind of thing is common after decades, especially in big cities, where TV shows are all small villas with three bedrooms and four bedrooms. In fact, for many ordinary people, housing is still a large question.

Obviously, the old man's house is also like this. The house allocated to his son is too small to accommodate so many people, so the old man came back again.

A few old men chatted, Gu Siwei and the waiter took the pastry chef to listen together, and others would interject from time to time to have fun or something, Gu Siwei only had a pair of ears on his side.

"Old Chen, is your second son's job settled?"

"Why, your factory wants to recruit people? I haven't heard of it?"

The old man who was asked was a little strange, why did Old Xu bring this up.

"Whoever our factory recruits, even if we recruit, they are the children of our factory, and they have nothing to do with your side."

"Then what did you say?"

"I said that a wood processing factory will be set up here soon."

"What do you do with that thing?"

"The trees all over the mountain are about to be cut down and sold to the country."

Gu Siwei was stunned when he heard this: Logging for export?This is a big joke.

What a bad news.

(End of this chapter)