80s development history

Xin Wenfang didn't come back at noon, so with the fragrant fried snails, another grandmother cooked a bowl of vegetable soup with only a little salt, and the four of Xin's family ate breakfast and lunch contentedly.

At the dinner table, Xin Andong's stir-fried snails were very popular. The sea bowl filled one bowl and then another bowl. If grandma hadn't stopped her and said that she couldn't eat more of it, grandpa and silly dad would have eaten another bowl.

After dinner, Xin Andong helped wash the dishes, and grandparents dried beans in the yard.

After washing the dishes, Xin Andong found a washbasin with red peonies printed on it at home, put all the remaining screws in the pot, then found a piece of white gauze to cover it, and tied it with a rope. Just came out with a basin.

He called his silly father and said to his grandparents who were drying beans, "Grandma, I will go out with my father."

Grandma raised her head, "What are you doing, are you still holding a basin? Going to fish and shrimp again?"

Xin Andong was worried that he couldn't find an excuse, so he nodded immediately after hearing what grandma said, "Yes grandma, my fried snails are delicious, and the crayfish are also good. I happened to go out for a walk with my father after dinner. Go farther, and be home in two or three hours."

"Where are you going? It's so far away. You're not in good shape. Can't you go out to play after you're done?" Grandma was a little worried.

"It's okay grandma, I'm bored at home every day, so just let me go out for a stroll, I promise I will come back as I go out."

The grandson has already talked about this, Grandma Xin didn't agree, she took a small coat for him from the house, and told him, "Don't go too far, watch your father, if a woman comes up, put him They drive them away, you understand?" The son-in-law is too handsome, which is also a kind of trouble.

Xin Andong smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, grandma, my dad won't lose it."

The silly father took the basin from his hand without complaint, and wanted Xin Andong to ride on his shoulders, but Xin Andong refused in sweat. The silly father showed a look of pity on his face, and finally gave up and pulled his son's soft body. Little hands go.

From the village to the county seat, Xin Andong was weak, and the two stopped while walking, fearing that they might not be able to catch up with the meal time of the people in the county seat, so he asked his silly father to give him a hug.

The silly father was very happy, holding his son in one hand and the washbasin dyed with red peonies in the other. The two beautiful faces, one big and one small, alike, attracted passers-by who also went to the county town to point and point from time to time.

Xin Andong pursed his lips and his face was cold all the way, the silly father also imitated his son's seriousness, but it was the little daughters-in-law who blushed.

Finally, in about half an hour, the two arrived at the county seat.

This is the first time that Xin Andong saw Qingshui County with his eyes instead of from the memory of the original owner. To be honest, the current county town is like a gray curtain, mottled walls, not spacious and flat streets. The scattered shops along the road are a thousand miles away from the prosperous county town he imagined.

"Dad, here we are, please put me down."

He didn't have a watch, so he didn't know the exact time, but Xin Andong was lucky. Seeing a group of people walking or ostentatiously riding bicycles and wearing navy blue overalls approaching not far away, he knew that it was probably the time when the workers got off work at noon.

Time to catch up!

Finding a clean roadside near the corner, he asked his father to quickly put down the washbasin in his hand, the silly father did as he did, Xin Andong removed the white gauze covering the washbasin, and instantly, the tangy and spicy smell of stir-fried screws filled the air. In the air, the spicy and spicy smell that makes the mouth water and saliva constantly surge is too attractive.

As soon as the gauze was removed, Xin Andong stirred the basin a few times with a spoon to dissipate the smell, and someone came up to ask.

"Son, are you here to sell these screws?"

Standing in front of Xin Andong asking was a young man in navy blue overalls, holding a white porcelain jar in his hand, staring at the bowl of fried screws in front of Xin Andong with burning eyes, swallowed and asked.

The customer is God, and when dealing with God, Xin Andong has long thrown the so-called high coldness to the sky. He looks good, and he has a very lovable grin. He returned to his youth, "Brother, do you want to buy my screws? These are my father's three days ago. The river water in our village is very clear, and the snails are fresh and delicious."

"It's all screws, who hasn't eaten it yet." The young man replied indifferently, but couldn't help but move his nose.

At this time, a few more people came, and some workers were passers-by to watch the excitement or smell the fragrance. Everyone was quite surprised that a middle-aged man and a white and clean boy came out to sell screws.

The silly father looks handsome, but the stupidity in his eyes makes people guess that he is mentally incomplete.

Xin Andong was not stage-frightened at all, and replied in a calm voice, "Anyone can make fried screws, but you should be able to smell my screws. The smell is different from other people's. If you dare to take When you sell it, you are naturally particular about the taste, brothers and sisters might as well try it, if it’s not tasty, it’s free.”

"No money, is there such a good thing?"

"Children, you are not lying, are you?"

"Since you don't need money, it's okay to try."

Xin Andong laughed, "It really doesn't cost money, but if you are willing to buy it if you think it tastes good, of course you will be charged for it. After all, in business, it takes time and effort to fry these screws. My father and I walked half an hour from the village to the county town. , Screws don’t cost money, we just earn a fortune.”

He scooped up a spoonful of screws for people to taste for free, and there was no sign of reluctance on Xin Andong's face.

Everyone, you and I hold the screw and put it in your mouth to suck. You can taste the food as soon as it is in your mouth. The expressions of everyone are the most intuitive.

"Don't tell me, this screw tastes really good, and there is a lot of oil, it's better than the one my mother fried!"

"This juice is fresh, numbing and spicy, and full of flavor. I don't know how this kid's family made it!"

"Little brother, I like this screw. It's good for dinner and food when I buy it home. You can give me a spoonful. Oh, by the way, how much is a spoonful?"

As long as they have tasted the screws, most of them are ready to spend money to buy them. They handed white porcelain jars, aluminum and basins to Xin Andong one after another. Just after asking how much it was, everyone was dumbfounded to find out that they were going to buy it without asking the price.

If it's expensive, no matter how delicious this screw is, I can't bear it.

How could Xin Andong not understand everyone's thoughts, and replied with a smile, "It's not expensive, six cents a scoop, two scoops a dime, whoever comes first?"

He scooped up the pointed screw, and the oily, shiny and fragrant screw made people move their index fingers.

Five cents, a vegetable cake is also five cents, besides, this screw is so delicious, people want to swallow their tongues, look at the oily layer on the top, you know that the seller is willing to put oil, five cents is really worth it It's expensive, and it's considered a meal when you buy it home, isn't it?

"I'll do it!" The young man who asked first handed over a dime paper note, and impatiently stretched out the white porcelain jar to Xin Andong, "Give me two spoonfuls, more soup!"

Xin Andong pursed his lips into a smile, poured a large spoonful into his white porcelain jar, and asked his silly father to collect the money.

The others also hurriedly opened their mouths. There seemed to be a lot of screws in the washbasin, but there were so many people in the circle, it would be gone if they were not in order. Of course, they had to grab them as soon as possible.

"Children, I also want two spoonfuls, more chili!"

"I have a little more, four spoonfuls, I want the one under the basin, it's delicious!"

The smell of the screws spread far away, and the passers-by saw a crowd crowded in front of them, some of them wanted to watch the excitement, and some of them were hooked, and they flocked to Xin Andong's simple stall.

The silly father collected the money with a ignorant expression, while Xin Andong quickly served it to others, surrounded by a pot of fried screws, the two of them were very busy.

A big black car passed by. Zhao Chongming saw that there was a traffic jam in front of him, and many people couldn't get out of the way. He stepped on the brakes and turned around, "Secretary, the front is blocked. I'll go down and have a look."

"En." Sitting behind the car was a man in a gray Chinese tunic suit, with an orange file folder on his lap, and he was dealing with official business without looking up, making his appearance hard to see.

The boy next to him wearing brown striped overalls was playing football boredly. Hearing the driver's words, he immediately became interested, "Uncle Zhao, wait for me, I'll get off with you!"

He pushed open the car door and jumped out neatly.

The car was boring to death, my cousin didn't say three words to him along the way, either yes or hum, he was obviously 29 years old, he looked like an old man who was dying.

Zhao Chongming couldn't stop this wayward master, and those who could control him didn't open their mouths, so he followed the young man who was rushing forward to protect him tightly, "Zhenghao, slow down, don't fall."

"Uncle Zhao, you're so funny. I can't fall over so many railings on the roads abroad, but on the rocky land at home, I can still catch my left foot with my right foot... Ah!"

Sometimes, you can’t talk too much. Before the young man finished his arrogant words, he really tripped with his left foot and his right foot, and he rushed forward. Zhao Chongming didn’t hold him, so that the front There was a small puddle, and he slid his whole body just in front of the big peony washbasin of Xin Andong's Jiasheng screw.

A person jumped at his feet, Xin Andong was taken aback, "...how many spoons do you want?"

"A few spoonfuls of what? Si, ​​it hurts!"

Oh, it turned out that he didn't buy screws. Xin Andong ignored him and continued to serve the customers with screws. As soon as I bought it, I started to eat it. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer in the basin, the others who didn't buy it rushed forward even more anxiously.

Tong Zhenghao grinned and stood up, both of his palms were rubbed bloodshot by stones.

Zhao Chongming squeezed into the crowd with all his strength, and saw that he was fine except for two dirty knees and scratched hands, so he was relieved and said helplessly, "Be careful, the roads in the county are potholes. It’s not fair, children like you who don’t look at the road are the easiest to fall over.”

"I didn't know that the country is so poor. If I knew it, I wouldn't come back. Even if I eat hamburgers and steaks there, it's better than a big fall just after returning to China. It hurts me to death. Uncle Zhao, grandpa promised to buy me a state-run restaurant today." The braised pig's trotters?" Tong Zhenghao asked, if the food from abroad was not too bad, he wouldn't go back to China and suffer.

Look at the clothes everyone is wearing along the way, it's really ugly, just the gray Chinese tunic suit on his cousin, which he detested all the way.

Hey, wait a minute, what does it smell like? It smells so good.

Before Zhao Chongming could speak, Tong Zhenghao had already followed the smell and broke into the crowd again.

When he saw the oily and fragrant fried screws in the basin, his eyes immediately lit up. He pointed to the screws in the basin and asked Xin Andong loudly, "Hey, what are you doing? It looks delicious. How did you sell it?"

Tong Zhenghao has grown up abroad since he can remember. The only Chinese food he knows is the braised pig's trotters sent to him by his grandfather in a state-owned restaurant. He has never seen anything with hard shells like screws in a basin. Scallops are not like snails, but they are quite similar to conch shells, but they are much smaller than conch shells, but they taste very fragrant, and the spicy taste penetrates into his nostrils, making him hungry.

Xin Andong was so busy that his hands were sore that he couldn't lift it up. Suddenly someone asked him what he was selling. He turned his head in wonder, was it the person who was lying at his feet before, and replied casually, "It's a screw, fried screw, a scoop of six. A penny, two scoops and a dime, how many scoops do you want?"

Really called a screw?

Tong Zhenghao swallowed, looked at the few screws in the eye basin, and waved his hand, "Just ask me how many spoons, I want everything in your basin, calculate how much it is!"

As soon as Zhao Chongming came in, he heard Tong Zhenghao say that he was not short of money, and couldn't help helping his forehead.

Thinking about it with a sore hand, he quickly ended it. Since the boy in front of him wanted all the rest, Xin Andong immediately beamed with joy, "Then bring the porcelain jar, and I'll scoop it up for you."

"Porcelain jar? What kind? I don't have one." Tong Zhenghao frowned, looked around and found that everyone was holding a white porcelain deep-mouthed thing, or a rectangular aluminum box, scratched his head, and said irritably, "You put You can just give me this pot directly, and I will give you money."

Xin Andong was taken aback, "But I don't know how much this pot is worth."

Only then did he seriously look at the young man in front of him. He had a cut-cut head, handsome features, fair skin, a healthy white color, unruly eyes, long hands and long legs, and was tall. He was wearing overalls and stood frowning. Some people thought it was a spoiled young master who ran out from some family.

Not at all like people of this era, he is the young master, and the rest of them are more like beggars with disheveled faces.

Xin Andong: "..."