Chapter 123: The Enthusiasm of the Ching Hai People
Five days later, Lin Sanqi appeared in front of Xining Railway Station with disheveled hair and dirty face.
At this time, Lin Sanqi's eyes were dull, his beard was untidy, and the black backpack was dragged on the ground like a dead dog. He looked haggard and confused, as if he had just been molested by a female pervert.
(Lin Sanqi: Who wouldn’t look haggard after riding a train for five days and five nights?)
On the contrary, Qi Jiping was much better. Perhaps it was because he had been on many business trips in his middle age that he had adapted better. Back in his hometown, his spirits quickly recovered:
"Comrade Xiaolin, welcome to the beautiful Qinghai. Haha, come on, why don't you go to my house and rest for a while? I see you're pretty tired too."
Lin Sanqi came to his senses at this time and politely refused:
"No, no, my priority right now is to find a guesthouse to sleep in for two days and two nights. It's not convenient to go to your house. Haha, Doctor Qi, you can go first. I'll come to your hospital to see you tomorrow."
Housing is generally tight these days. Lin Sanqi could imagine Qi Jiping's family squeezed into a small building. If he, an outsider, were to squeeze in, it would be extremely ignorant.
Not only does it affect people's rest, it also makes the couple feel like they've been reunited after a short separation.
After all, the two parties were just casual acquaintances.
Qi Jiping was obviously being polite: "Okay, come to see me in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine at the Provincial People's Hospital tomorrow. I'll take care of the medicinal materials."
The two said goodbye at the train station, and Lin Sanqi finally had the opportunity to appreciate Xining in the 1950s.
The Xining Railway Station in front of me is a newly built, square building with a typical Soviet style, similar to the Great Hall of the People. It is quite large, but unfortunately there are very few trains.
Behind the train station are towering mountains. In fact, this is a provincial capital city surrounded by mountains.
Uh... small city...
Small cities also have their advantages. After asking a few people on the way, I arrived at the Xining Guesthouse, which belongs to the local government and is probably the best guesthouse in the whole of Xining.
Most people are not allowed to stay in this kind of guesthouse, but when Lin Sanqi took out the letter of introduction from the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, he was able to check in smoothly.
It can be seen that people from the capital have a high status.
In order to show the generosity of the people in the capital, Lin Sanqi directly asked for a single room, which cost 2 yuan a day.
If you stay in a multi-person room, the cheapest room rate per day is only 50 cents.
Who is Lin Sanqi? Since his accommodation is reimbursed and doesn't cost him anything, he can just stay in the best room regardless of his status.
After entering the room, Lin Sanqi was too lazy to boil hot water to wash his feet. He just threw himself on the bed in a big letter shape and fell asleep. When he woke up, it was almost dark and his stomach started to growl.
Lin Sanqi packed up, took the money and ticket and went out to the street.
If we were to ask what food from the Northwest region he craves the most, the first choice would definitely be beef and mutton.
People in Dongguan love to eat. Except for two-legged parents and four-legged beds, they dare to eat anything else, even Hu Jian people.
But authentic gourmets all know that if you want to eat beef and mutton, you have to go to the northwest. There is also beef in the Dongguan Chaoshan area, but it is still inferior to the northwest, so you must not miss it.
Qinghai is not a traditional grain-producing area, and it is impossible to eat rice there, but Qinghai produces cattle and sheep, so there is a lot of beef and mutton.
Some people may say that how happy it would be if people could eat mutton and beef every day in 1959.
But on the other hand, if you were asked to eat meat every day and lack staple foods and vegetables, would you go crazy?
This is just like the fishermen along the coast. Poor families can only eat sea cucumbers and abalone every day, and only rich people can afford to eat meat. The principle is the same.
Besides, eating too much meat and dairy products will make it difficult to defecate, not to mention high blood pressure and high blood lipids. Only herdsmen know how wonderful it is to want to eat a bite of fresh vegetables.
Others were poor, but Lin Sanqi was not, so he found a state-owned restaurant on the street. As soon as he entered, he smelled the fragrant aroma of mutton soup.
"Wow, we've come to the right place. This smells so good. Waiter, how much is the mutton here?"
The waiter also served dishes according to the customer's taste. Seeing that Lin Sanqi was dressed elegantly, even with a pen in his shirt pocket, he looked like an intellectual, so he was very enthusiastic:
"Comrade, you are from out of town, right?"
"Well, I'm on a business trip from the capital, haha."
"Oh, the capital city! Can I see the Tian'an Gate every day? Can I often see great people? It's so wonderful."
Lin Sanqi looked at the waiter, who was like a fangirl, and felt a shiver of excitement. What was there to be excited about just the Tian'an Sect? As for the great man? He often saw the big head photo, but he had never seen the real person.
Indeed, when can we meet? (Can we meet whenever we want?)
The guests from the capital still caused a sensation in the small restaurant, and many people greeted Lin Sanqi enthusiastically.
Lin Sanqi also felt a kind of enjoyment like a "foreign guest".
The diners around all asked enthusiastically:
"Comrade, what does our great capital look like? Is the Great Hall magnificent? How big is Tian'anmen Square?"
"Comrade, what do the people of our capital eat and wear? Are the movies you watch the latest ones?"
"Comrade, do people in your capital often see foreigners? They say their hair is all yellow, and their noses are so high, they look like Rakshasa ghosts."
"Comrade..."
Well, this nice restaurant is like a press conference, and the enthusiastic Ching Hai people are obviously very eager to see the outside world.
Lin Sanqi was delighted when he heard this: "Oh, you want to know what the capital is like? Just listen to me tell you about it... Oh no, let me tell you about it..."
Lin Sanqi himself didn't know the specific situation in the capital. After all, he had only traveled here for more than a month. But that didn't stop him from bragging to everyone. For a while, the atmosphere in the hotel became very lively.
In fact, Lin Sanqi underestimated the people of this era's yearning for the capital and their love for great men, which were engraved in their bones.
Even an ordinary person from the capital was regarded by the common people as a messenger of a great man and a distinguished guest.
Lin Sanqi talked for a long time with saliva flying all over the place, and found that the dining table was full of people. Not to mention the diners, even the waiters and chefs were fascinated by what he said.
"Speaking of this great man, he was usually very approachable. He would stroll on the street with his hands behind his back and wearing cloth shoes when he had nothing to do. One time, he passed by my house and saw me eating. He greeted me and asked, "Little comrade, what did you have for dinner tonight?"
I replied: "Uncle, tonight we are having noodles with soybean paste, using the same sauce as the one we made on the day. Would you like to try it?" The great man was delighted when he heard this. He said that he also liked noodles with soybean paste the most, but unfortunately the country was in trouble and he could only eat it once a month.
Lin Sanqi is talking pure nonsense.
But a woman in the crowd was the first to cry:
"Ah, he works day and night for our country, but in the end he can only eat noodles with soybean paste once a month. I am so moved and my heart aches. Woo woo woo~~~"
Lin Sanqi was stunned. "No, I was just bragging. Why are you so moved? I haven't even mentioned that his pajamas have 73 patches on them."
My goodness, a woman started crying, and many people in the restaurant started crying, and there were sobbing sounds everywhere.
Those who know that this is a restaurant think that something has happened in someone's home, while those who don't think that this is a restaurant think that something has happened in someone's home.
Lin Sanqi saw the restaurant manager next to him wiping away tears and asked weakly, "Comrade, I'm hungry. Can you give me something to eat?"
The manager wiped away his tears and said firmly:
"Yes, we need to ensure that the comrades from the capital have enough to eat and eat well. We need to let the elderly know the hospitality of the people of Ching Hai. You guys, hurry up and prepare. By the way, comrade, what do you want to eat?"
Lin Sanqi thought for a moment and said, "First, give me a pound of hand-pulled mutton, and then a bowl of beef noodles."
"Okay, comrade, please wait. I promise to give you the most tender lamb and beef noodles."
Lin Sanqi was very satisfied with this meal. He only ordered one pound of mutton, but it felt like the restaurant chef had packed more than two pounds, all of which were the most tender lamb ribs.
As for the bowl of beef noodles, Lin Sanqi had never seen such a big bowl in his life. It was like a washbasin.
There was so much beef that it covered the noodles, and with oil and green onions on top, it was so fragrant that Lin Sanqi's mouth was watering.
Lin Sanqi had fully felt the enthusiasm of the Qinghai people, so much so that when he went to pay, he had to walk along the wall holding on to it.
"How about it, comrade? Our hand-pulled lamb and beef noodles are delicious, right?" the cashier asked with a smile.
“Delicious, absolutely yummy~~~”
When Lin Sanqi said this, everyone around him started laughing. Someone corrected him, "Comrade, Yaxi is a term used by the Wie people. We Ching Hai people don't use that term."
Hehehe~~~
The cashier smiled and said, "Comrade from the capital, a pound of hand-pulled mutton is 36 cents, and a bowl of beef noodles is 12 cents. You need to pay a total of 48 cents, and three taels of grain coupons."
Lin Sanqi was stunned: "So cheap?"
The manager next to him laughed and said, "We don't need a ticket for mutton here. There aren't many other things in the Northwest, but there are a lot of cattle and sheep."
In fact, Lin Sanqi took it for granted. Although a bowl of rice was as cheap as 12 cents, how many people in the local area could afford it?
After having eaten and drunk his fill, Lin Sanqi started to have another idea. He thought that this was the most authentic hand-pulled lamb he had ever tasted, so he had to buy more and put it in the system space so that it wouldn't go bad and he could eat it slowly later.
Then he looked at the hotel manager next to him:
"Comrade, I have quite a few colleagues coming tonight. Your hand-pulled lamb is so delicious, I want them to try it too. Could you please prepare another 50 kilograms for me to take away?"
The manager's eyes lit up when he heard this: "It's our honor to let the people of the capital eat our mutton. Okay, okay, wait, I'll ask the kitchen to prepare it."
An hour later, 50 kilograms of hand-pulled lamb takeout was delivered to the guesthouse by the hotel staff.
Lin Sanqi quickly stored it in the system space while it was still hot, and then traveled back to 2013:
"Dad, Mom, little sister, come here quickly, we're having hand-pulled lamb for supper tonight~~~"
(End of this chapter)
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