Siheyuan, a comfortable life under Zhengyang Gate

The approximate opening time of Zhiweilou Restaurant Jinmen's private building and Zhiweilou City Plaza under Zhiweilou Catering Company has been set, and it is scheduled to be around the Lantern Festival after the new year.

That night, Yang Yukun called Ji Dong and asked him to arrange for someone to come over and decorate the second direct-operated store of Zhiwei Liquor Industry.

The Jinmen store of Zhiwei Liquor Industry also needs a manager, and Yang Yukun also asked Ji Dong to bring one from the company to Jinmen to be responsible for the various affairs of the Jinmen store.

On the second day after arriving in Jinmen, Yang Yukun and Xu Jingping brought a small rice dumpling, Ping Ping and Xiao Maize to visit Uncle Luo and had dinner at Uncle Luo's house.

When they came back, the two of them took their three little ones to visit Boss Sun. They stayed at Boss Sun's house for another two hours. At around nine o'clock in the evening, they took the children home.

Before I knew it, another year passed, and it was 1988.

On New Year's Day, Yang Yukun and Xu Jingping invited all the employees of Zhiweilou Catering Company's Jinmen Branch to have a meal.

Many people did not believe in evil and insisted on drinking with Yang Yukun, hoping to knock him out of the wine god. After more than a dozen people fell down in a row, they saw that he was still not drunk at all, and no one dared to come up and continue to fight with him.

The drunk person was handed over to the general manager of Jinmen Branch of Zhiweilou Restaurant. Before the meal was over, Yang Yukun and Xu Jingping took the small rice dumplings, Heping Ping and Xiao Yuyu and left first.

Although neither he nor Xu Jingping were strict people, with them around, others still couldn't let go.

The two of them left first after they had eaten and drank. If they didn't continue to hang around here, others could feel more at ease.

"Hey, there is news from Brother Xiaowu that they are back."

The battery of Xu Jingping's pager was broken and it had not been used for two days. When he returned home and put in a new battery and turned it on, a message popped up.

The message was from Han Chunming, saying that they were in Manzhouli and asked Yang Yukun to pick them up at the train station early Saturday morning.

"Daughter-in-law, what day is it today?"

"Friday, the message was sent at 7:30 last night."

"At 7:30 in the evening, they were still waiting to change trains in Manzhouli. By now, they should have arrived in Fengtian."

Having run back and forth to the Bear Country before, Yang Yukun remembered the train times of this international train quite clearly.

Today is Friday, at this time, Han Chunming and the others should have passed Fengtian.

Ask him to pick them up at the Imperial Capital Railway Station early tomorrow morning. It's a pity that he is not in the Imperial Capital.

"Xiao Kun, why don't we rush back to the Imperial Capital overnight? Anyway, things here in Jinmen have been finished."

When I come to Jinmen, I mainly come to see the progress of the Jinmen self-use building and commercial complex.

Things here in Jinmen have been finished. If we set off for the imperial capital now, we will be home at eight or nine o'clock in the evening. Without delay, Yang Yukun will go to the train station to pick up Han Chunming, Yang Huajian, Mao Tu and the others tomorrow morning.

"Let's go back tomorrow morning. It's not safe to drive at night, and it's so cold. There's no need to bring little rice dumplings, Ping Ping, and little corn."

If it was just him and Xu Jingping, it wouldn't matter if they rushed back overnight.

The key is the three little guys: Xiaozongzi, Pingping and Xiaoyu.

After playing outside all day today, the three little guys are all tired. It is better to wait for the three of them to have a good sleep. It will not be too late to have breakfast tomorrow morning and return to the emperor.

"I'll call Brother Xiaowu and tell them we're not in the imperial capital."

Yang Yukun picked up the phone and called the paging station, asking the paging station to call Han Chunming's paging number.

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"Beep beep beep..."

On the train bound for the imperial capital, in a luxurious box.

After so many days of long-distance travel and spending hundreds or dozens of hours on the train, Han Chunming and his party were already exhausted. They were too lazy to even move while lying on the bed.

"Beep beep beep..."

"Chunming, the pager is ringing, someone is calling you."

Mao Tutu threw the bread in his hand at Han Chunming who was opposite him. He was already irritable after riding the train for such a long time, and the pager kept ringing which made him even more upset.

"Xiao Kun calls me." Han Chunming took out the pager: "Xiao Kun will not be able to pick us up at the train station tomorrow morning."

Yang Huajian asked: "What's wrong? What's the situation?" "Xiao Kun is not in the imperial capital, but in Jinmen."

"Why did he go to Jinmen?"

"There must be something going on, otherwise why would you go all the way to Jinmen? You're full after eating."

"I also asked him to treat us to breakfast tomorrow morning, but I didn't expect that he is not in the imperial capital."

Mao Tutu smiled and said: "It's a good thing that we're not in the imperial capital. The three of us split the vodka someone asked us to bring him, two bottles each."

Yang Huajian said: "Bakayev."

The last time they went to the Bear Country to engage in barter trade, Han Chunming and Mao Tutu got on the train back to the Imperial Capital on the night they arrived in the Bear Country, but they didn't even have fun at the Five Seas Port of the Bear Country.

This time we went to the Mao Xiong Country, and we rested for a week at the Port of the Five Seas.

During this period, Yang Huajian took Han Chunming and Mao Tutu to Bakayev's bar to drink. Bakayev also asked him why Yang Yukun didn't go to the Port of the Five Seas.

When they came back, Bakayev asked them to bring Yang Yukun a box of vodka and a letter from Bakayev to Yang Yukun.

Han Chunming turned over and said, "I'm going to sleep first. When I get to the capital, please call me."

"You've slept all day, can you still sleep now?"

"Dude, sleep well."

"Go to sleep, let's play chess."

"If you don't play, you always regret playing chess. It's really boring to play chess with you."

"Lao Yang, let's get out."

"I fell asleep too."

"Xiao Zhu, let's kill two rounds." Mao Tutu looked at the translator Xiao Zhu.

When I went to Mao Xiong Country before, Yang Yukun was there, so I didn’t find another translator.

None of the three of them knew Mao Xiong Mandarin, so when they went to Mao Xiong Country this time, they found a college student majoring in Mao Xiong Mandarin to act as their accompanying translator.

"okay."

Xiao Zhu closed the book, pushed up the black-rimmed glasses on his nose, and played chess with Mao Tutu to pass the time.

He is a senior student in the Mao Xiong Mandarin Department of the Imperial College of Foreign Languages. By chance, he discovered that Han Chunming and the others were looking for a Mao Xiong Mandarin translator. They were given good treatment including food and accommodation, and could also travel to Mao Xiong Country for free.

His family's situation was not very good, and he naturally didn't want to miss such an opportunity to make money, so he became Han Chunming's accompanying translator.

Although it was tiring to take such a long train ride back and forth, the trip also gave him a lot of knowledge and broadened his horizons.

"General, Xiao Zhu, you are dead."

"No...Brother Tu, you are a weakling, you can't jump over it."

"I am a sweat-stained horse. I walk up the mountain and down the river as if I were walking on flat ground. There is no such thing as stepping aside."

"I...let's do it this way, come again."

Xiao Zhu left Mao Tu speechless and arranged the chess pieces again.

However, he underestimated the thickness of Mao Tutu's face. Mao Tutu killed his king with one shot, saying that his gun was Miss Qiu, and Xiao Zhu's king, including the soldiers, were all killed.

Looking at Xiao Zhu who looked confused, Han Chunming and Yang Hua couldn't be happier.

Xiao Zhu glanced at Mao Tutu and silently got up and lay back on his bed. He should not talk to Mao Tutu.

It’s not that Mao Tutu can’t play chess, it’s not that he stayed on the train for too long and had some fun for himself in this way.

After killing two rounds, I suddenly felt a lot more comfortable. (End of chapter)