Reborn in the 70s / Reborn in 1978

When Zhang Xingming walked from his home to the Zhaojia small train station, his classmates and teachers had already arrived. The girls were all wearing scarves and thick clothes, and the boys were also wearing long sleeves. More than a dozen students participated.

Next to the station is the boiler room in the residential area. At this time, the boiler room is not only for heating in winter, but also for water supply, cold water for the residential area, cold and hot water for the factory area, and water for the bathhouse.

At five o'clock, the boiler room has started to work. There are all kinds of crackling sounds, and the thick and tall chimneys are emitting raging white smoke. When there is no wind, the smoke column goes straight up and can reach hundreds of meters. The column of smoke pressed down and covered a large area, and people seemed to be flying through the clouds, flickering in the smoke, but it was a bit choking.

Teacher Fu counted the number of people, and then everyone went to the platform. The small train runs every ten minutes after get off work in the morning and evening. Leather compartment.

It doesn’t cost workers and teachers to take the mini-train, and the factory and school all give invoices.

I got in the car and sat down. At this time, the heater had not been turned on in the car. It was a bit cold in the car, colder than the air outside, and everyone sat shivering together.Like the previous life, sitting next to Zhang Xingming is the principal's daughter Zhou Tianying, who was in the same class as Zhang Xingming and was in the second class.

The small train arrived at Nanfen Station, and everyone got off the train following the teacher.

At that time, there was no overpass at Nanfen Station, and it was necessary to cross more than a dozen train tracks. It was about a hundred meters away, which was the Nanfen Station of the railway. Several steam locomotives were parked on the railway, wheezing. With white smoke.

Nanfen Railway Station was still an open station at this time. The teacher arranged for the male students in the third grade of junior high school to go around to buy train tickets in front of the station, and the rest of them waited directly on the platform.

In the summer of 88, an rb businessman who was born and raised here in Nanfen and was repatriated donated hundreds of thousands of yen to build an overpass for the station, so that people would not have to take the risk of crossing the railway. The station also took advantage of the opportunity to build a closed.

After a while, the third-year boys who came in from the station after checking the tickets also ran over and handed the tickets to Teacher Fu. The teacher led everyone to board the train. Because they came early and there were still many seats, the teacher arranged for everyone to sit. When I got off, the carriage was very noisy, people walking on the wooden floor made crackling noises.

This is Benxi Iron and Steel's internal commuter train. It runs twice a day in the morning and evening. Workers and teachers who commute do not need to spend money and have commuter passes.

With the muffled roar of the locomotive, a puff of white smoke rose into the sky. The car slowly drove out of the platform and began to accelerate. At this time, there were more people on the car. Many people without seats crowded together and smoked in the carriage. Smoking, playing poker, talking loudly, with a few laughs from time to time, the conductors are also employees of Benxi Iron and Steel, standing with their sleeves rolled up, chatting and laughing with familiar people.

The speed of trains in this era is very slow, 60 to 80 kilometers per hour.

In the late 90s, internal combustion locomotives gradually replaced steam locomotives, and the speed of trains increased, and this old guy who was smoking white smoke and panting gradually disappeared. This is a memory of an era.

In other words, I always feel that the steam locomotive is much cooler than the various advanced locomotives of later generations, and it feels like a steel monster.

At around 06:30, the train arrived at Benxi Station. Zhang Xingming and his classmates got off the train with Mr. Fu, and followed the flow of people across the overpass to the square in front of the station.

At that time, the appearance of the Benxi Railway Station was exactly the same as that of the Beijing Railway Station, except that it was a little shorter than the Beijing Railway Station. On it stood the big red paint characters Long Live the People's Republic of China and Long Live the Great Unity of the Chinese People.

There are flower gardens around the square, surrounded by wrought iron railings. There are not many cars and people in the square. There were few cars in this era. A few vans with characteristics of this era are parked in the square.

This is a long-distance bus going to the countryside, the conductor is shouting loudly, and there are two or three cars parked beside it, one Santana and two sh.

"Fire in a row, fire in a row."

"Dashiqiao, Dashiqiao is gone."

"Waitou Mountain, is there any of it?

Chapter 196 I want to eat casserole (1)

Teacher Fu led everyone out of the station and walked to the left. There is a narrow street here, which is full of breakfast businesses. There are state-run ones and self-employed businesses. Self-employed businesses usually sell wontons, soy milk fritters, tendon cakes, fire roasts, and tofu. brain.

There are porridge and rice in the state-run store, sauerkraut blood sausage stewed in a casserole, tofu saury, vermicelli and white meat, etc., which are steaming, and the aroma can be smelled from a long distance.There are also tea eggs, a large iron basin, which is steaming hot on the coal stove.

The cost of these things is high, and there is little to eat. Self-employed people dare not do it these days.

People eating on the street are crowded and crowded, there are few tables and chairs, and many people just stand and take a bite with their bowls in hand.

The food at this time is delicious and affordable. A large bowl of wontons, tear some seaweed, throw some dried shrimps in it, and it only costs [-] cents. Easy to fill up.

The casserole is a bit more expensive, and a pot with rice costs more than two yuan. The people who eat it are the fewest. The people who eat it sit in the shop like a cow, looking at the passers-by outside with contempt.

Tea eggs cost one yuan and three, and you can buy them for [-] cents each. From time to time, someone came to buy them for one yuan, and several people shared them.

Teacher Fu took everyone to eat wontons. When passing by the state-run casserole restaurant, Zhang Xingming saw everyone swallowing saliva, and his eyes almost fell into the casserole.

Looking at the number of people, including teacher thirteen people, Zhang Xingming stretched out his hand and pulled Teacher Fu's clothes and said, "Teacher, let's eat casserole. I'll treat you."

Meals cost everyone their own money, and the school doesn't care about it. Except for Zhang Xingming, Teacher Fu and Zhou Tianying, none of these students could have more than two yuan on them.

And even if there is, it is impossible to be willing to spend more than two yuan for breakfast.

Teacher Fu was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhang Xingming, Zhang Xingming patted her pocket and said, "I'm treating you, let's go, I want to eat this." He walked in and said, "Okay, eat casserole, the teacher treats you, how can I spend your money."

The other students were a little dazed, and stood there looking at Teacher Fu. Teacher Fu waved his hand and said, "Teacher treats you to the casserole." A group of students ran into the state-run store yelling "Ohhh", attracting countless gazes.

Everyone chose the pot they wanted to eat, and then chatted happily around the two tables, waiting for the waiter to serve the pot. The casserole was hot and had to be served with a special iron fork.

One person, one casserole and one bowl of rice cost 35 yuan and ten cents. Zhang Xingming took out the money from his bag, counted fifty and threw it on the table. He said to the waiter, "If you add a few more pots to each table, one won't be enough for you."

The students all stared at Zhang Xingming, Teacher Fu reached out to get the money and said, "It's a treat for the teacher, you take it back."

Zhang Xingming stopped Teacher Fu and said, "Oh, teacher, how much is your monthly salary, so don't be polite to me, besides, it's only natural for students to invite teachers to dinner." He said to the waiter, "Are you staring blankly? Collect the money and serve the food."

The waiter hurriedly picked up the money and ordered some, took a look at Zhang Xingming, turned around and went to prepare casserole for everyone.

Zhou Tianying said to Zhang Xingming: "Are you from Class Five? How do you have so much money? Are you from Gaha?"

Zhang Xingming took a look at her and said, "I do some business at home, and I don't have any place to spend the pocket money I usually give, so I saved it."

Because everyone is unfamiliar, the students did not speak and sat quietly.Teacher Fu reached out and touched Zhang Xingming's head and asked, "What kind of business can I give you some old money for?"

Zhang Xingming pointed to Nandi and said, "Selling things, clothes and TVs, that's over there."

Teacher Fu subconsciously followed Zhang Xingming's hand and glanced over there, sat in the room and couldn't see anything, and said, "It's that one, is it moving to the shopping mall on Yongfeng's side? I've always heard that people from Guobao did it." Yes, is it your house?"

Zhang Xingming nodded and said, "It's a partnership between two companies, not just my family."

Teacher Fu touched his head again, and said: "Oh, then your family has a lot of money, so come on, the teacher won't be polite to you anymore, so I let you treat him."

Zhang Xingming nodded, hummed, and said, "I just wanted to eat. I should treat guests."

The waiter started to put the pot on the table, and said as he put it: "There are ready-made things like sauerkraut, blood sausage, vermicelli, white meat, etc. Just hurry up and boil it. The stewed fish with tofu should be a little slower. You should eat slowly first. The rice is over there, not enough for myself."

He pointed to the steaming large aluminum steaming plate over the mouth of the dish.

Several boys in the third grade of junior high school took the initiative to run over to serve the meal, and only one of the girls followed, and the rest sat there and waited as a matter of course.

It was slow, but in fact it took more than ten minutes. The meat of the saury was thin, and the tofu was not too cooked. When it was brought to the table, the aroma of fish rushed into people's nostrils along with the heat.People at this time don't have the manners that later generations talk about, let alone half-grown children, big mouthfuls of vegetables, big mouthfuls of food, and eating muddled, that's a fragrance.

At this time, children can eat. Girls basically have two bowls of rice, and boys have three bowls and four bowls. The bowls eaten in the Northeast are much larger than those in the South.

Speaking of small business, in fact, the first choice is breakfast.

From ancient times to the present, every industry has its ups and downs. Only breakfast is always smooth and stable, unless you make it too bad or try to cheat others. Wontons have no fillings and dumplings are all leather noodles, water and less oil. This kind of meat.

Opening a restaurant is also called Qinxing. What you earn is hard money. It depends on the reputation of the product. Most of the time, the taste of the food is not bad, and the amount of food is affordable. Even if you are a little more expensive, the customers will not say anything , I’m afraid that you don’t want to spend the cost and want to earn more money. Most of the restaurant owners are actually dead like this.

Of course, if you make it too unpalatable, that's another story.

There is another saying in Qinxing that it is too early to earn money.What do you mean?Making breakfast in a restaurant is the most tiring.