MTL - A Rural Life in the 70s-Chapter 942

Little Autumn has never been to Jianghan before, but I also know about it on the Internet and on TV. The three people have left the station and escaped from the small hotel’s army. A more formal hotel has checked in.

After entering the room for a little washing, it was almost time for dinner. The three went out together and took a taxi and went straight to Jiangming City’s famous night street, Jiqing Street.

Xiaoqiu’s initial impression of this street comes from the work of a famous female writer. The heroine in the work is a woman who sells duck neck in Jiqing Street. Although she only does business in the food stall, she Elegant, beautiful, intelligent...

The heroine is undoubtedly moving, just behind the elegance and beauty, it is inevitable to show some bitterness, helplessness, and even humiliation... But what? This is the true portrayal of life. The elegant and moving heroine seems to be by your side, alive.

Later, she paid more attention to Jiqing Street. Unfortunately, it was known that the Jiqing Street where the heroine lived had been demolished. Although a new Jiqing Folk Street was built, the location changed. The building has changed, and everything is different. Or, the two old and new streets have nothing to do but the two words on the name.

Xiaoqiu clearly remembers that when she heard the news, she was quite awkward and felt that she had missed it.

At this moment, she couldn't help but be grateful. Fortunately, she was born again, so that she could return to this time and space and revisit the ‘Jingqing Street’.

When I got out of the car, I saw an old house, crowded, old, and even ruined.

Such a street, the popularity is very high, the sky has just darkened, the houses along the street have been opened one after another, and some have a small stall at the door, some venues are slightly more spacious, just open a few tables, waiting customer……

Already the aroma of various foods began to float in the streets, gradually filled the entire street, and did not hesitate to overflow and spread around, and then, more people, along this taste, From all sides gathered together, into a noisy, noisy, hot fire in the sky.

These small stalls and small restaurants do not have too grand storefronts. Most of them can only be called simple, and even inevitably some unsanitary places. However, this street is full of strong smoke and fire, and the crowd is full of enthusiasm, which is more popular than the night market that has just risen in most cities.

Xiaoqiu, Jindi and Chenghe did not bother to abandon the environment here, and they rushed in.

I tasted a few snacks and went to the door of a popular restaurant. This is the time when they came. They just sat down and saw three or four guests. When I got a seat, there was a person who had to go to another house, but more people were waiting around, showing the popularity of this family...

When the dishes came up, I really did not live up to the expectations of the three people. Although the taste was somewhat different from that of the Beijing restaurant, there was no limit to the deliciousness. All three people ate very badly. Looking at other tables, going to other small stalls to eat small dishes, Xiaoqiu also took the golden flute, and asked for three or four to come back. As a result, they all wanted to try too much, most of them left, small Autumn is not wasted, and the package is smashed back.

When I returned to the hotel, the stomach that had been full before had an empty space. When I returned to the room, Jindi took up the food that was packed back and ate the night. She is not finished eating herself, but also pulls Xiaoqiu to eat together...

Xiaoqiu felt that it was boring to eat only, and he took out a small bottle of plum wine from the 'box'. When Jindi looked at it, he immediately cheered.

The two people were too excited and slept late. The next morning, Xiaoqiu got up and called Jindi to feel the Jianghan people's prematurely. Jindi didn't want to get up in bed. Xiaoqiu took a cold towel and took it on her face. On the other hand, the golden flute was frozen and the spirit jumped out of bed.

When I went to the lobby, I suddenly remembered it. I called the family and called the Hutong Hutong. Song Xiuju listened patiently. After that, asked Xiaoqi to bring enough money to spend? Also be careful along the way, safety first cloud, Xiaoqiu all agreed.

Going to the residential area too early, three people asked the hotel's waiter, did not take a taxi, went to the back of the hotel, and then turned around is the well-known 'Hubu Alley', across the street, I have already heard the Ministry of Housing At the same time, the aroma of all kinds of food has already been sent to your nose, and you can't help but speed up your pace.

Before Xiaoqiu was born again, the hot dry noodles were already famous in the north and south of the country. This is naturally to taste. There are also steamed buns, rice bran, noodles, aleurone soup...

This street, a different breakfast shop, a family, eating all the way, not to mention the stomach can not hold, even the eyes should be overwhelmed. When I first came in, Jin Di also counted the variety of breakfast food. Unfortunately, she did not go far, she was conquered by food, buried in the food, and even counted things have forgotten.

It’s rare to eat breakfast and eat it.

In this way, the three people also felt that they were quite unsatisfied. They had not had half of the street, and there were many restaurants that had not tasted the food.

The eyes were small and there was no way. The three had to turn around and find the bus and went to the Yellow Crane Tower.

Climb to the yellow crane upstairs, looking high, Yuan Qiuzhen lamented the two rivers gathered, and reached the north and south, and listened to Jin Di Xiao whispered: "I knew I bought a face with a..."

Is this hungry? Who is going to walk on the belly in the morning?

Xiaoqiu endured a smile, and did not break the cautious thoughts of the little girl. He turned to look at it. On the other hand, Chenghe was sketching...

Looking at the three brothers and three pens, I painted the situation of the two rivers gathering and the three towns, and then added a few strokes. The high-rises, streets, rivers, docks, and nearby vehicles... all on paper. Simple but vivid.

Hey, the third brother is really a talent for painting. It is a pity that he is not allowed to paint.

Forget it, the second brother, she will do the work again, put down the plan to persuade the third brother to change the profession. There are two brothers, she, the third brother and the younger siblings, they choose their favorite career, do not force them, as long as you know how to work hard, what work does not matter, happy to meet more important.