When the Wan Feng family first lived in the 31st Company of Chenqing in Wu County, the Jiang Ming family and the Wan Feng family lived across from each other and got along quite well.
What Wan Feng remembers most clearly is that Jiang Ming scraped back all the eggs that had been suffocated to death by the company's chickens, cooked them in a pot, and brought them to Wan Feng to eat.
That seemed to be something that happened in 1977 or 1988. At that time, there was probably no one else in the entire 31st Company who ate this stuff except him. He was the first one, and Wan Feng was the second.
His wife doesn't eat it and doesn't let his children eat it either.
Wan Feng's later habit of eating hairy eggs probably started from that time.
Jiang Ming laughed heartily when he mentioned this: "You're such a good boy for remembering this. Actually, I didn't dare to eat it at that time either. I had to find someone to keep me company."
Wan Feng's face was filled with black lines: "So you are trying to use me as a scapegoat!"
"But it tastes pretty good, right? Alas! Even if I want to eat it now, I can't get it. You may still have it in the countryside when it's in season, but I can only dream about it in Harbin."
But don't worry, in a dozen years or so, there will be shops specializing in selling hairy eggs. As long as you want, you can eat them every day and no one will bother you.
As we were talking, we arrived at the entrance of Weimin Snack Shop.
"Sister Zhu, I missed you so much. I thought I would never see you again in this life."
As soon as they met, Xu Xueqi hugged Wan Feng's mother, tears streaming down her face as she expressed her joy at the long-awaited reunion.
Wan Feng introduced his friends and classmates to Jiang Ming.
"These five are my classmates, and this is my senior brother He Xiao."
He Xiao and Jiang Ming shook hands.
When Jiang Ming saw Zhang Xuan standing next to Wan Feng, he was surprised for a moment, but said nothing.
"Our car leaves at 8 o'clock and will be here soon. Normally, it will arrive in Wa around 9 o'clock in the evening. You can just take our car and go there together. That way, there will be more people on the car and it will be more lively."
At around eight o'clock, a brand new Huanghai bus arrived at the station with more than a dozen people already on board.
Jiang Ming talked to the car owner and then took Wan Feng and the others into the car.
A bus that can seat more than 70 people can easily accommodate more than 30 people, and you can even use the roof.
The window seams were glued shut and curtains were hung inside. The doors were also blocked with cotton curtains. The temperature inside the car was acceptable. The only eye-catching thing was the two large oil drums standing at the door, which had a faint smell of diesel.
After all, it was a new car, and it ran very smoothly, maintaining a speed of 60 to 70 kilometers all the way south.
Wan Feng opened two boxes of good cigarettes and scattered them around, then chatted with these people, both known and unknown.
The bus ran non-stop until about 12:30. Except for the time for lunch, the bus was always running. The two drivers took shifts and drove for a total of fifteen hours. Including the time for lunch, the bus was on the road for a total of seventeen hours after leaving Harbin.
At around two o'clock in the morning, the bus turned into the newly built parking lot behind the depression.
Wan Feng was the first person to wake up. It seemed as if a voice from the unknown reminded him that he was home.
I opened the curtains, blew a few breaths of hot air onto the window to melt the frost on it, and looked out.
It was pitch dark and I couldn't see clearly.
The car seemed to have come from the Cuitun Road and was now passing through the village of Xigou. It seemed to have just passed behind Zhang Hai's house.
Then there were lights, and the car drove out of the west ditch and turned to the northwest corner, and then turned into the parking lot built on the land between the mountains behind the depression.
There were two dim lights standing there very coldly in the parking lot, illuminating about twenty or thirty vehicles of various types parked in the square.
There were many lights in the Wahou Market a little further away, and you could vaguely see trucks unloading goods.
After the depression, I came back.
Wan Feng muttered to himself and turned around to wake up Zhang Xuan and everyone else who was sleeping.
"We've arrived! Wake up so you can get off the train."
"Is this your grandma's house?" After waking up, Zhang Xuan leaned against the window and looked out curiously. She was surprised to see so many cars parked in the parking lot. There were more cars in the parking lot than the general farm fleet.
"This is the parking lot behind the cradle. It's reserved for vehicles from out of town arriving to pick up supplies. Please wait in your car for a while. I'll arrange a place for you to stay this afternoon. You can come back later. It's cold outside, don't catch a cold."
Wan Feng wrapped himself in clothes and got out of the car. He just walked to the door of a hotel next to the parking lot.
"Nephew! You're back!" A surprised voice came, and it spread far away in the early morning night.
A man rushed out of a room and planned to give Wan Feng a hug.
When Wan Feng saw that it was Jiang Wen, he quickly reached out to block him.
"Stay away from me. I don't know you well, so don't come near me."
"You bastard!"
Why is Jiang Wen here?
"Tell me the truth, why did you come to live here?"
Doesn't this guy live in the east end? Why is he running here in the dark? Will Li Erman let him run around?
"I live here now. After the parking lot was built, your uncle allowed our team to run something. I sold the house in the east end and rented a small building in the village to open a hotel."
Wan Feng looked behind Jiang Wen and saw a sign that said Erman Hotel. He immediately burst into laughter.
"Use Erman's name, Jiang Wen. I'm not trying to sow discord between you two. You have nothing to do with this sign. Where's your dignity as a man? This old woman needs to be beaten! If you don't beat her, she'll go upstairs."
"Who are you going to beat?"
A head popped out of the door of Erman Hotel, glaring at Wan Feng. It must be Li Erman.
"Since you're running a hotel, do you have room for eight of me, three women and five men?"
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