After a day of rest at home, it’s time to go back to work! People in Sichuan Province are lazy and it’s too uncomfortable to get up early for work.
Arriving at the steel mill, I realized how quickly time flies. August 1st is almost here. At this time of year, in my memory, every compound was bustling with activity, with friends hanging out everywhere.
Usually, families would be organized to watch performances, and she and her friends would take advantage of the parents' holiday to go out and have fun. They would also go to the agricultural exhibition or Beihai Park to watch the gangsters fight.
The hooligans of that era were divided into factions: the Qing Dynasty hooligans, the Hutong hooligans, the compound hooligans. These people were not only divided into factions but also established their own rules for hooligans.
Don't bully good students; don't take revenge on your family if you run home after a fight; a thief must go through a thug before changing jobs; 4. Don't betray others (betraying others: dialect meaning betraying a friend).
The original owner knew this because she was a good student. No one had ever harassed her on her way to and from school, and she was certainly not involved in a fight between two gangs.
Working in a factory this year, the only festive atmosphere was that the cafeteria had an extra dish today: pork stewed with fried tofu.
Arriving at the office, Jiang Cha felt the warmth of her colleagues for the first time. They all asked about her well-being, considering her journey had been so difficult.
If someone else hadn't died, they would have suffered a lot after living frugally for half a month outside; without external aid, they might not be able to return from the riot.
Their jobs depend on their travel allowances, and if they save money while traveling, they can help with their family expenses when they return home. It's a common practice for people to exchange their hard sleeper tickets for hard seats.
Exchange a double or quadruple room for a large dormitory bed, and try to bring your own dry food, which will save you a lot of money per trip.
As for the kickbacks that are often heard, since she is a newcomer, no one is so open-hearted, so she has to rely on herself to figure it out.
Everyone was asking about her well-being, thinking she'd suffered. Actually, I'm sorry, I'd gained five pounds on this trip. Her only daily worries were whether her pants would still fit and whether she needed to pierce two more holes in her belt.
Even Shao Ke smiled when he saw her, and the day passed by easily. Jiang Cha felt that work was still easy, muddled along and followed the crowd, and there was no model worker among the lazy ones.
"Doubao, Doubao, I knew it was you. I heard from Brother Bei that you work at the steel mill. I've been here several times and finally ran into you."
As she was happily preparing to go home with her small bag on her back, she heard someone calling her nickname at the gate. At first, Jiang Cha thought she had misheard, but then she saw a group of people riding 28-inch bicycles, all dressed in army green and with their hats tilted towards her.
These were the original owner's childhood friends, a bunch of genuine tough guys. Some of the kids from the compound had gone to the army, some went to the countryside to repair the earth, and some went to work.
The rest joined the young generals, shouting the slogan "My father is a hero, and my son is a hero"; some of them were out fighting and flattering their wives every day.
This group of people always fight. They came here today either to challenge each other to a fight or to play.
"Why are you here? Today is a festival, so there must be some kind of event in the compound. If you don't go to the auditorium and reserve a seat, what's the point of hanging around here?"
Jiang Cha asked them in confusion, they rode here from West City, but it’s not close!
"Hey, didn't Xiangzi say there's a billiard hall opening up here? Come over and play a few rounds. There's a lot more fun stuff here than near home. Maybe you should consider working here someday."
It has to be our Doubao. Good study makes you popular. My buddy has taken the exam twice and failed both times. The old man said that if I fail again, he will kill me.
He started talking non-stop as soon as we met. He was the little gun in the compound. When he was a kid, he used to take a broken tree branch and tell everyone it was a pistol, saying he was going to shoot all reactionaries. He ended up falling and the branch nearly pierced his eye, so he got the nickname "little gun."
"You think everyone is like you? You bought a chain and let your grandson earn five dollars more. He didn't know how to count, so he gave him five dollars more by giving him a little detour. We even fought with those grandsons for this, and in the end, we took three chains from them."
This arrogant fellow is Lei Zi from the compound. He has been a life-threatening fighter since he was a child. I once saw him single-handedly challenge a group of people from South City.
There are many tall children in South City. Some of them have been practicing wrestling since they were young, and their families use stone locks to train their arms every day. Fighting with such children is really risking your life. In the end, it was the original owner who called the police to save his life.
"It's been so long since we last met, I barely recognized you. Come on, come on, I'm going to treat you all to Lao Mo's today since we're meeting your sister."
The generous one is Guangjin from the compound. Yes, the Guangjin who has a lot of money. He's been responsible for paying for bad things since he was little, and he's the one who pays for all the activities and meals.
It's not that he was a sucker; he was quite popular among the gangsters because of his loyalty and generosity. He had fended off many a young warrior for his mother, a rich girl, and for that, the family let him do as he pleased.
"What are you doing? Get in the car. I'll take you. Let's go back!"
The one with Jiang Cha was Zhao Yibei's (Goudan) younger brother, just three years older than Jiang Cha, nicknamed Erbei. He was their group's military advisor, always cunning and cunning, and no one except his brother could subdue him.
"Brother Erbei, it's not that close from here to Laomo! How about I take the subway and you guys ride slowly."
This trip is dozens of kilometers long, how can I have the nerve to let him carry me all the time.
"Look, my sister is still the best! Back then, we beat up Li Wei's grandson every day to vent Doubao's anger. It was really the right thing to do."
"When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me? What if the parents are called? You'll be in big trouble!"
Jiang Cha heard that they had also contacted Li Jie. This unfortunate child was beaten every other day. Who told them to do this to her? This was probably how the original owner got depressed.
'The sun sets in the west, the clouds turn red, the soldiers return to camp after target practice - return to camp -'
The carriage was shaking all the way, and she took turns sitting on the cannon carriage.
This guy's name suggests a strong man. He's said to be from Shandong Province. He's a tall and strong man from Cong Province. He's been a military kid since he was little, and the uncles in the compound love to train them.
The original owner learned many of his skills this way, and his best skill was artillery. If he hadn't been young, he would have joined the army long ago.
After nearly two hours, a group of people rushed into Lao Mo. Since the Sino-Soviet relations became tense, the Soviet chefs and waiters had all withdrawn.
Lao Mo is much quieter now, but it has its advantages: no tickets are required.
Two tables were put together, and the plates, cups, and forks clattered against each other. If you didn't know better, you would think there was going to be a fight!
"Order, order. Let our sister order first. You guys wait a moment." The rich man said, and Jiang Cha took the menu and looked at it.
'Lao Mo,' who I've only seen in novels and on TV, is here now, isn't she? 'Shrimp salad, creamy grilled salad, and a bowl of borscht. And for a drink, I'll have cherries in syrup. That's all!'
After saying that, he handed the menu to the others, and everyone was also polite. They had been close to Guangjin since childhood, and everyone knew that if he didn't spend their money, his rich mother would murmur and wonder if she would criticize him. She spent it openly. If anyone dared to pick on their family, they would beat him so hard that his grandmother wouldn't recognize him.
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