The reborn me has no pattern

Chapter 173 Brother, Mom Passed Out (Second)
When I arrived at the side entrance of Gushu Teachers College, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening, but it was different from the scene I saw during the day last time. Although the weather was cold at this time, many small shops and stalls facing the street were in full swing.

The dim street lamps and the small lamps set up by the vendors themselves lit up all the way, making it a bit unbelievably lively.

"Is it so lively here at night?"

"Snack street."

Today is enough to eat, otherwise Su Jiang would have to go shopping with Shen Jinman, "Many people in the school eat supper here."

"Are you safe?"

"There are sentry boxes at the intersection and security guards at the gate, so it's absolutely safe."

"That's good."

While talking, several people wore red sleeves and passed slowly on tricycles. There was a stall making egg pancakes on the side of the road, and they wrapped one in a greased paper bag and handed it to an old man sitting behind, and then spoke in dialect. Talking and laughing, probably to say hello.

There are quite a few students who climbed over the fence, and some of them didn't climb over the fence, but broke two iron fences and got out directly from inside...

In the same place as a canteen, there is a briquette stove at the door, and an oversized aluminum pot is placed on it. The tea eggs and fried tofu skewers in it should be very tasty.

In the other oil pan, the freshly fried tenderloin has been picked up by an aunt to drain the oil, and there are also flowering sausages, the skin looks very crispy, and the sauce brush is tossed back and forth, which greatly increases the appetite .

"This place is nice."

"There is an old lady in that street lamp house who can make scallion pancakes. They are delicious. She sells scallion pancakes in the morning and pot stickers in the evening. Her son can also bake sugar pancakes. They are delicious and crispy, and the sugar inside has melted like honey."

Touching his stuffed belly, Su Jiang was actually a little excited.

"I'll eat something later."

"Wow……"

Su Jiang felt very unbelievable, can this be eaten?
"Why do I smell the mutton soup?"

After getting out of the car, Zhang Haonan asked with big bags and small bags.

"It's the shop opened by Mr. Da Li. It sells mutton steamed buns. Mr. Da Li is from Guanzhong. The steamed buns he makes are delicious!"

"The shop opened by the teacher?"

Zhang Haonan was taken aback.

Shen Jinman on the side explained, "The school can't pay wages now, so we pay one out of every six wages. Usually, we pay rice, flour, grain, oil or living expenses. Many teachers here set up stalls and open shops."

"Fuck..."

It's not that he doesn't know that some schools are very poor financially these days, but he didn't expect it to get to this point.

The salary of teachers in the teacher's college is not high, but it is still no problem to take care of life and support a family. The salary is paid every six months, which is somewhat outrageous.

No wonder no one controls the students coming in and out through the fence, probably just drinking the northwest wind.

This can also explain why those people wearing red sleeves and riding three rounds don't show off their power here, they are probably also from the school security department.

When entering through the side door, he signed at the guard's place, when he entered, and which one, all of which were written, and then he carried his bag and continued to follow Shen Jinman.

I thought it was a dormitory, but when I saw rows of buildings, I realized it was a family building, but there were not many, just three buildings, occupying a corner, and the lights were dim. Parents who thought they could make money had already gone out .

On the third floor of the No. [-] family building, you can smell a sandalwood-like smell when you enter the door. There are blankets on the floor, but they are not carpets, but ordinary cloth folded, and then the four corners are straightened.

There is something like a horizontal bar, probably a handrail, a tool for dancing.

"Brother, sit down for a while, and I'll make you some tea."

"No, go to bed early."

Zhang Haonan put down the big and small bags, turned around and left.

"Brother, go slowly."

Zhang Haonan who was going down the stairs turned his back to him and raised his hand, and then came Shen Jinman's voice: "Go slowly."

There was only the sound of Zhang Haonan's three-step and two-step footsteps in the stairwell.

I touched my pocket, but I didn't bring my wallet, but I had some cash. I wiped my mouth and smelled the smell of mutton soup, and my body drifted over uncontrollably.

The one-room bungalows should have iron fences, and the houses are extended a little bit. There is a stove inside, and the pots are quite large. There is no smell in the pots. You can see the hooks for hanging sheep behind, and the big wooden shelves are soaked black with blood. .

"Boss, go alone."

After shouting, a young boy in the hall shouted, "Father, what is walking alone?"

"Useless stuff, get out!"

An old man wearing an apron came out, wearing a pair of glasses, then looked at Zhang Haonan and said with a smile: "Please wait a moment, serve it right away."

"No cilantro—"

Zhang Haonan's voice sounded at the right time.

The boss shook his face, and finally opened a small plate with chopped coriander in it.

The mutton soup and steamed buns were served separately, the boss rubbed his hands and reminded: "Sprinkle some coriander in the soup, the soup is more delicious."

"I'm allergic to cilantro."

"..."

The boss returned the coriander plate angrily.

One mouthful of steamed bun and one mouthful of soup, I like the feeling of garlic leaves and scallions flying inside, and the strong fragrance takes away the coolness of autumn night in an instant.

Autumn in the south of the Yangtze River has nothing to do with the coolness of autumn, and the humidity makes the coolness very uncomfortable.

But this mutton soup made by Mr. Guanzhong can be called "sending charcoal in the snow".

"What does the boss teach in the teacher's college?"

"math."

"There is a level."

"Hahahahahaha..."

The boss smiled, stood in front of the chopping board and asked Zhang Haonan, "Do you drink? I have pig ears and pig heads here."

"I don't want to drink, I have to drive in a while, but I still have a pig's ear. Open a bottle of orange water."

"okay!"

Picking up the thick-backed kitchen knife, the huge chopping board was chopping hard.

The hands and feet are nimble, the width is even, and it is worthy of being a cook who is a math teacher... Pay attention.

With a "swish", a knife shovels over and it is ready on a plate.

"The hot peppers are on the table."

Bring it over and put it away, the boss reminded Zhang Haonan.

"it is good."

"The hot peppers I made by myself are all clean, good oil and hot peppers."

"Row!"

Zhang Haonan opened the chili jar, and there was a small spoon the size of a teaspoon, just scooped up a little, and the aroma was tangy.

I put a stick on the pig's ear and stuffed it into my mouth. The fragrance traveled from the mouth to the nasal cavity, and then the taste went all the way down the throat.

The cartilage is brittle, the outer skin is elastic, and there is not even a half of the remaining pig hair. As expected of a math teacher, he does things with precision and style.

After a while, another woman came over and said she was awake, and after washing her hands, she also began to wash her hands, sitting in front of the big basin and washing the dishes seriously.

A plate of steamed buns is casually displayed, except for dry food and soup, the rest is torn up and soaked in mutton soup. By the way, the seriously injured steamed buns are also strengthened, and some spicy peppers are poured in it.

There is no such way of eating in Shacheng, let alone such fragrant but not spicy oily chili.

"Boss, I'm going to buy some tenderloin."

"Let my son go, how can we get the people who eat to get up."

Then he called out to the boy who was reading a book, "Go run errands."

"Oh."

Zhang Haonan gave him ten yuan, "I bought it all, and we each have half."

The boy's eyes lit up and he ran fast.

The deep-fried tenderloin is good, but the deep-fried vermicelli is not bad either.

Some sausages were sprinkled with chili powder, and some were brushed with sweet and sour sauce. Two bags were placed on the table, and the boy brought a special plate for them.

"Hurry up and eat quickly, while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Zhang Haonan urged the young man, and then the young man ate with some embarrassment, not forgetting to look back at his father.

As a result, the old man didn't scold him, so he ate with confidence.

Chatting while eating, Zhang Haonan had a good chat with the boy, and even knew that the boy lived in No. [-], Building [-].

In my hometown, Guanzhong, I am trying to survive in the wilderness...

There are so many old stories in it, a story about a young man's noodle sausage, and the story of which river he peed in Gushu in his childhood is all bald.

But in general, I also understand that the current life of Gushu Teachers College is really difficult.

No money, no one should think about it.

After sitting comfortably for more than 20 minutes, Zhang Haonan finally checked out and left: "Boss, thank you."

"Should be, should be, walk slowly, walk slowly..."

He drove away, but before he got on the national highway, the phone rang.

"Ok?"

What is Shen Jinman doing calling himself at this time?
Su Jiang has a bad stomach?
However, after connecting, I heard Su Jiang yelling in a crying voice: "Brother, Mom has passed out."

"I'll be right there!"

While quickly turning around, I made an emergency call. The good news is that I got through. The bad news is that there is no car in the emergency department, only the doctor on duty.

Returning to Gushu Teachers College, the car parked and rushed up without turning off the engine, because it was so fast that Su Jiang was frightened.

"Brother, hurry up, mom is still fainting..."

Zhang Haonan ignored why Su Jiang called Shen Jinman "Mom", and quickly followed Su Jiang into the bathroom.

There was a deep wooden bathtub in the narrow bathroom, and Shen Jinman didn't move at all.

"I'm out of oxygen."

He hurriedly carried the person out, wrapped it in a towel, and shouted: "Xiao Jiang, take the clothes and come with me."

"Ok!"

Su Jiang, who was crying and wiping away tears, hurriedly looked for clothes, Zhang Haonan pulled a piece of cloth from the ground, wrapped Shen Jinman tightly, and then rushed downstairs.

"Help her up!"

"Ok!"

After the window was lowered, he reversed the car quickly, kicked the accelerator and went straight to the nearby hospital.

At night, the glowing red cross on the roof of the hospital is like a beacon. Even if Zhang Haonan is not familiar with the road, he knows where to drive when he sees it.

In less than 3 minutes by car, Shen Jinman, who was wet all over the back seat of the car, groaned as soon as he entered the hospital gate and woke up in a daze.

Seeing her move, Su Jiang cried out with a "wow".

(End of this chapter)