Chapter 941: Help from an Old Friend 1

There are only ten small wontons in a bowl, but the soup is very delicious.

There were only four steamed buns in one serving, and eight in total for two servings. Lu Jiang couldn't eat enough.

Feng Qingxue smiled and quickly bought two more glutinous rice cakes for him.

When paying for the money and food coupons, the waitress looked at Lu Jiang for a few times and said to Feng Qingxue, "Unity is strength. Comrade, the revolutionary partner you found is not worth it."

There is no Shanghai accent anymore.

"Humility makes people progress, and pride makes people fall behind. Comrade, how can it not be cost-effective?" Feng Qingxue didn't understand for a moment.

The waiter brought her a hot glutinous rice cake and said, "Study hard and make progress every day. Your revolutionary partner is tall and strong, which consumes too much fabric. The fabric needed for a set of clothes is equivalent to one and a half times that of my wife. Look at his appetite. He ate two servings of steamed buns but still wasn't full. You ordered two servings of glutinous rice cake for him. People like him are the least popular here!"

Mu Yangdong was a rogue who took advantage of the movement to replace the previous staff. He was not very serious and liked to smoke and drink. Since Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue catered to his preferences, he gave them convenience. Anyway, he had checked everything they took out and there was nothing that could undermine the revolution. It was just waste recycling and there was no crime to be charged with.

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The reason why Murong was changed to Mu is because the compound surname Murong belongs to the old ideas and culture, so it was simplified to Mu.

While looking around boredly, she found that the customer at the next table ordered a fried dough stick and a bowl of chicken porridge. She always thought it was the kind of chicken porridge in Guangzhou, but it turned out to be just white porridge with a little chicken soy sauce poured on it.

Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue made a lot of profit today. They came again after lunch and searched the entire scrap yard for two days. They felt that there were not many fish that had escaped the net, so they took the tram to another scrap yard.

Feng Qingxue chuckled, "Nothing is difficult in this world if one sets his mind to it. Don't worry, the troops will issue the clothes on time."

Stacks of rice paper and bundles of brushes, I don’t know which old brand they were copied from.

After eating and drinking, the two of them went to the scrap yard carrying their bags.

"Yes, how could I forget that you are all soldiers." The waiter realized, "Unity is strength. The army not only provides clothing, but also food. It's cost-effective, cost-effective, it's really cost-effective."

When Feng Qingxue learned the reason, she was speechless.

He let Feng Qingxue eat the glutinous rice cake first, and he continued to eat the leftovers.

Lu Jiang had nothing to say about the waitress's careful budgeting.

Mu Yangdong hid the two bottles of wine like treasures, and stood at the door with his legs crossed, lazily, until noon when Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue came out to weigh them. There were only some paper, pens, ink ingots, inkstones and the like.

I already knew the name of that staff member yesterday. His name was Mu Yangdong, and his real name was Murong Yangdong.

Feng Qingxue liked the glutinous rice cake very much and ate half a portion.

So, does Ouyang Zijin have to change his name as well? To Ou Zijin or Yang Zijin?

Afterwards, they gave Mu Yangdong a pack of cigarettes, a one-dollar pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, and Mu Yangdong told them everything he knew.

The two also asked Mu Yangdong about the address where He Qingyin sent the letter to Wen Ruyu. As expected, the house had been ravaged by students a long time ago. All the literati and scholars in that area had suffered. The house was also nationalized and now distributed to staff members of some government agencies.

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Dressed in military uniform, they were all treated very well on the tram.

The locals, who originally looked down on outsiders, now looked at them in a friendly manner, without any disdain at all.

(End of this chapter)