On the third day, Wan Feng went to Li Changhe's home in Dalinzi by himself, mainly to thank Li Changhe for protecting his younger brothers and sisters. Of course, the excuse was to see Li Changhe's father.
Wan Feng spent dozens of dollars and brought a valuable gift. He had a simple meal at Li Changhe's house at noon and drank a lot of wine.
After dinner, he came back as fast as a cloud, lay down on the kang and fell into a deep sleep.
Luan Feng has made great progress in the past few days. She has learned how to steam buns and make noodle soup.
However, she didn't know how much baking soda to use, so the steamed buns had a lot of yellow spots.
The mother almost blew the steamed buns made by Luan Feng into tribute to the imperial palace in the early years, and turned a blind eye to the fact that the alkali was too high.
"This is too alkaline!" Wan Feng couldn't stand his mother's blind boasting and couldn't help but tell the truth about the steamed buns.
"Who said the alkali is too high? It's better than what I steamed."
Can't you tell that this is just nonsense? Mom, where are your principles and positions?
Wan Feng peeled off the yellow spots on the steamed buns and only ate the non-yellow parts.
While eating, Luan Feng secretly tickled the soles of Wan Feng's feet.
Wan Feng watched Luan Feng eat the steamed bun with the hand that had just scratched the soles of his feet. He deliberately did not remind her that he had not washed his feet for several days.
quack!
The two stayed at home for five days and were about to set off back on the sixth day. Including the three days on the road when they came, they had been away from Wa for ten days.
This time, Wan Feng's mother and father accompanied him very far, all the way to Dalinzi, and then they waved goodbye reluctantly.
At six in the morning, I took a bus to Wuxian Bus Station, and at eight o'clock I took another bus to Xianglong Town. When I arrived in Longzhen, I took the train without stopping.
They were still in Team 42 in the morning, and at around 3:00 p.m. they were already on the train to Harbin.
The next morning they got off the train at Harbin Station.
This train is a bit late. It was supposed to arrive at Harbin Station around 6:30, but it is already past 7:00.
Although the temperature has risen a lot in mid-March, it is still very cold in the morning.
The streets of Harbin are already crowded with people going to and from get off work, but there are still many people walking in a hurry.
Jiang Ming is no longer in a hurry. Not only that, he doesn't even make breakfast in the morning.
At this time, I was pretending to exercise in my own yard. When I looked up, I saw a man and a woman walking towards me.
"Oh my god! Why are you two here? I was wondering why my right eyelid kept twitching this morning!"
"My right eye twitches for disaster, my left eye twitches for wealth. Uncle Jiang, are you saying we are the two of us who are the disaster stars?"
"That was an excited slip of the tongue. It must have been my left eye twitching."
Does this eye twitch also move left and right?
"Come in, come in!" Jiang Ming invited Wan Feng and Luan Feng into the house.
"Where's my aunt?"
"I went to the morning market to sell clothes."
"Then why don't you go?"
"I am now responsible for purchasing and selling high-tech products. Clothing and shoes are no longer my responsibility."
The division of labor is quite clear.
The so-called high-tech products that Jiang Ming mentioned were electronic watches and tape recorders.
"You haven't been to Red Cliff lately?"
"Didn't you tell you and Luan Feng that you might not be home in early March? And told us, the buyers, not to come in early March if we were to get electronic watches and tape recorders? So I didn't go."
It's right that you didn't go. If you went to get clothes and shoes, there would be no problem. But if you went to get a digital watch and a tape recorder, who would you go to if Wan Feng wasn't there?
"I went home. My mother wanted to see what Luan Feng looked like. She was very worried that I would bring back a monster with a missing nose and eyes."
Luan Feng rolled her eyes.
"I want to show her the scenery of Harbin when we pass by. Hongya is the largest city she has ever visited so far."
"That's ridiculous, right? Harbin is pretty good these days. So, do you guys plan to take a break or go for a walk now?"
"Let's go out and take a look now. If it's really boring, we can take the bus back in the evening."
"Then let's go to Daowai first. If you don't visit Daowai when you go to Harbin, you won't fully understand the history of Harbin."
Wan Feng had only passed by Harbin in his previous life but had never entered it. He had no knowledge of this famous northern city even on paper, so he went wherever Jiang Ming said.
Jiang Ming locked the door and the three of them went to the street and took an unknown number of trams heading to Daowai.
"Harbin used to have only two old districts, Daoli and Nangang. At that time, these two places were under the control of the Russians and were the most prosperous areas in Harbin. Daowai was not within the Russian sphere of influence, so our compatriots lived here, and many national industries started here..."
When they arrived at Daowai, Jiang Ming told Wan Feng and Luan Feng the history of Harbin like a tour guide.
On the east side of the Chinese Eastern Railway lived the Chinese people, immigrants from Dongshan and Beihe provinces who had gone to Guandong, came to Daowai District, formerly known as Fujia Dian, and relied on relatives and friends to invest in and open commercial shops. These people not only had the spirit of hard work and perseverance, but also had relatively open minds, which laid the ideological foundation for their later acceptance of Maozi art.
In the 1920s, rising Chinese capitalists acquired land in Daowai's heartland, renovating the ornate Western-style buildings across the street with traditional Chinese ornaments. Consequently, a series of "Baroque" facades were adorned with auspicious Chinese motifs like bats, pomegranates, golden toads, and peonies.
In later generations, this style was given the name "Chinese Baroque" by a Japanese scholar.
This is the history of Daowai.
Wan Feng and Luan Feng saw many Chinese-Western style buildings with strong historical traces on Jingyu Street. Almost both sides of the avenue were filled with these low-rise buildings that combined Chinese and Western styles. They were next to each other and exuded a sense of vicissitudes of life.
For example, the Da Luo Xin Global Store, which existed in 1920, now looks like just a four-story building, but its heaviness still makes people feel awe.
There are also Pure Water Hospital, Central Asia Gold Bank, etc.
Finally we arrived at Harbin’s largest flea market at that time.
This market became a thing of the past during the era of cutting off the tail. After the educated youth returned to the city in 1979 and opened the rural market, it prospered again and has now grown to a fairly large scale.
The general term here is old items trading market.
Here Wan Feng saw tattered picture books, some enamel pots with words like "Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea" and "Go to the Countryside and Mountain Areas" written on them, as well as some bones of unknown animals and antiques of unknown authenticity.
Of course there are some new things mixed in here too.
"I often sell electronic watches, tape recorders and other things here. I make a profit every day. I can say that several vendors have already shared the goods with me." Jiang Ming said proudly.
As of 1982, this place is indeed a more suitable place for doing business, and it is a place suitable for doing all kinds of business.
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