I am reborn without a pattern

When we arrived at the side entrance of Gushu Teachers College, it was already past nine in the evening, but it was different from the scene we 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 the whole place, making it incredibly lively.

"Is it so lively here at night?"

"It's a snack street."

I just had enough to eat today, otherwise Su Jiang would have to follow Shen Jinman for a walk, "Many people in the school eat supper here."

"Is it safe?"

"There are guard booths at the intersection and security guards at the gate. It's absolutely safe."

"That's good."

While they were talking, several people wearing red sleeves were riding tricycles slowly passing by. There was a person making egg pancakes at a roadside stall. He quickly wrapped one in an oil paper bag and handed it to an old man sitting behind, and then spoke in dialect, Talking and laughing, probably saying hello.

There are many students who climbed over the fence, and some of them did not climb over the fence, but broke off two iron fences and got out directly...

There is a briquette stove at the door of a canteen-like place with an oversized aluminum pot on top. The tea eggs and fried tofu skewers are soaked in it and should be very delicious.

In another oil pan, an auntie had taken out the freshly fried tenderloin and drained the oil. There were also flowered vermicelli sausages. The skin looked very crispy. The sauce brush was stirred back and forth, which greatly increased the appetite. .

"This place is nice."

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

After touching her overstuffed belly, Su Jiang felt a little excited.

"I'll eat some later."

"Wow……"

Su Jiang felt incredible. Can he still eat this?

"Why do I smell mutton soup?"

Zhang Haonan asked after getting out of the car, holding large and small bags.

"It's a shop opened by Teacher Da Li. It sells mutton steamed buns. Teacher Da Li is from Guanzhong, and the steamed buns he makes are delicious!"

"The store opened by the teacher?"

Zhang Haonan was stunned.

Shen Jinman on the side explained, "The school can't pay wages now, so we pay six to one. We usually pay rice, flour, grain and oil or living expenses. Many teachers here are running stalls and opening shops."

"Fuck..."

He knew that some schools were in poor financial condition these days, but he didn't expect it to get to this point.

Teachers' salaries at teachers' colleges are not high, but they can make a living and support a family. It's somewhat outrageous to pay them every six months.

No wonder no one controls the students entering and exiting through the fence. They probably just drink the northwest wind.

This can also explain why those people wearing red sleeves and pedaling tricycles are not here to show off their power. They are probably from the school security office.

When I entered through the side door, I signed with the guard, what time I came in, and which house I was in. Then I picked up my bag and continued to follow Shen Jinman.

I thought it was a dormitory, but when I saw the rows of buildings, I realized that they were family buildings. There were not many, just three buildings occupying a corner. The lights were dim. I guess all the parents who could make money by going out had already gone out. .

When we arrived on the third floor of Family Building No. 2, we could smell a scent similar to sandalwood when we entered the door. There was a blanket on the floor, but it was not a carpet, just ordinary cloth folded up and then straightened at the four corners.

There is something like a horizontal bar, probably an armrest, a tool used to practice dancing.

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

"No, go to bed early."

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

"Brother, walk slowly."

Zhang Haonan, who was walking down the stairs, raised his hand with his back turned, and then came Shen Jinman's voice: "Walk slowly."

There was only the sound of Zhang Haonan's footsteps in the stairwell.

I touched my pocket and found that I didn't have my wallet, but I had some cash. I wiped my mouth and smelled the scent of mutton soup, which drifted over my body uncontrollably.

The single-room bungalow should have an iron fence, and the house has a little extension of the ground. There is a stove inside, and the pots are quite big. There is no smell from the pots. You can see the hook for hanging the sheep at the back, and the big wooden shelf is blackened by blood. .

"Boss, go alone."

After shouting, a boy from the waiter shouted: "Dad, what do you mean by walking alone?"

"You useless thing, get out!"

An old man in an apron and a pair of glasses came out. Then he looked at Zhang Haonan and said with a smile: "Guests, please wait a moment. It will be served immediately."

"No coriander -"

Zhang Haonan's voice sounded at the right time.

The boss's face trembled, and he finally opened a small plate with minced 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 to make the soup more beautiful."

"I'm allergic to cilantro."

"..."

The boss put down the coriander plate angrily.

After one bite of the steamed bun and one bite of the soup, I like the feeling of garlic leaves and chopped green onions flying inside. The rich fragrance instantly takes away the coolness of the autumn night.

Autumn in Jiangnan has nothing to do with the cool air. The humidity makes the coolness very uncomfortable.

But this mutton soup made by Guanzhong teacher can be called "helping in times of need".

"The boss teaches something in a teachers' college?"

"math."

"There is level."

"Hahahahahaha..."

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

"If you don't want to drink, I'll have to drive soon, but I'll have a pig's ear anyway. Open a bottle of orange water."

"okay!"

Picking up the thick-backed kitchen knife, the huge chopping board was chopped with a loud sound.

With nimble hands and feet, and even width and thickness, he is worthy of being a math teacher's cook...fastidious.

With a "swish" sound, a knife shoveled over and a plate was ready.

"You spicy food is on the table."

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

"good."

"The spicy oils I prepare myself are all clean, oily and spicy."

"OK!"

Zhang Haonan opened the can of chili peppers and had a small spoon the size of a teaspoon. After just a little bit, the aroma was fragrant.

Pour it on the pig ears and put one in your mouth. The aroma goes from the mouth to the nasal cavity, and then the taste goes down the throat.

The cartilage is brittle, the skin is elastic, and there is not even half a pig hair left. He is worthy of being a math teacher, and his work is meticulous and systematic.

After a while, another woman came over and said she was awake. Then she washed her hands, started stroking them, and sat in front of the big basin to wash the dishes carefully.

I casually showed off a plate of steamed buns. In addition to eating them dry and drinking the soup, I tore up the rest and soaked it in mutton soup. I also strengthened the seriously injured steamed buns and poured some spicy pepper into it. After a sip, my soul cheered.

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

"Boss, I'll go over and buy some tenderloins."

"Let my son go over, how can I get the diners to get up?"

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

"oh."

Zhang Haonan gave him ten yuan and said, "I bought it all, half for each of us."

The young man's eyes lit up and he ran very fast.

The fried tenderloin is delicious, but the fried rice sausage is not bad either.

There are rice rolls sprinkled with chili powder and some with sweet and sour sauce. Two bags were placed on the table, and the boy even brought a special plate to put them on.

"Eat it quickly, eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good if it's cold."

Zhang Haonan urged the boy, and then the boy started eating with some embarrassment, not forgetting to look back at his father.

In the end, his father didn't scold him, so he ate without any worries.

While eating and chatting, Zhang Haonan and the boy had a very happy chat, and they even knew that this boy lived in Building 3, No. 501.

My hometown in Guanzhong, trying to survive in this wilderness...

There are so many old memories in it, a story about a young boy eating rice noodles, and even the story of peeing in a river in Guzhe during his childhood.

However, I generally understand that life at Gushu Normal College is indeed difficult.

Without money, no one can live well.

After sitting there comfortably for more than twenty minutes, Zhang Haonan finally paid and left: "Thank you, boss."

"It should be done, walk slowly, walk slowly..."

I drove away, but before I even got on the national highway, the phone rang.

"Um?"

Why is Shen Jinman calling him at this time?

Su Jiang has a bad stomach?

However, after the call was connected, Su Jiang was heard crying: "Brother, mother has fainted."

"I'll come right away!"

While quickly turning around, I made an emergency call. The good news was that the call was put through, but the bad news was that the emergency department did not have a car and only had doctors on duty.

When I returned to Gushu Teachers College, I parked the car and rushed forward without turning off the engine. Because I came so fast, 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.

"Lack of oxygen."

He quickly took the person out, wrapped him in a towel, and then shouted: "Xiao Jiang, get some clothes and come down with me."

"Um!"

Su Jiang, who was crying and wiping her tears, quickly found some clothes. Zhang Haonan pulled up a piece of cloth from the ground, wrapped Shen Jinman tightly, and then rushed downstairs.

"Hold her up!"

"Um!"

After rolling down the window, he quickly reversed the car and stepped on the accelerator 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 will know where to drive when he sees it.

After driving for less than three minutes, they just entered the hospital gate and stopped. Shen Jinman, who was all wet in the back seat of the car, hummed and then woke up in a daze.

Seeing her move, Su Jiang cried "Wow".