Because of the participation of Shangmei, the drawing board creation of "Little Football Team" was very fast.

Ma Yulan regarded this as the biggest task of Shanghai Mei next year and gathered the best employees in the whole factory to do it.

But this also makes it cheaper for the magazine.

On the one hand, the drawing boards produced were reserved for use in cartoons, and on the other hand, they were also on-site paintings, which were published in "National Comics".

After "Dragon Ball" and "Chibi Maruko-chan", there was another wonderful comic on Chinese comics, and it was created by Xiao Gongzi, which immediately attracted more readers.

When the sycamore leaves on Hengshan Road fall again, it indicates that 1993 is coming to an end.

Winter vacation is here, and everything that needs to be stopped is stopped.

Even though Ma Yulan was very anxious and wanted to release the "Captain" cartoon as soon as possible, the employees had to go home for the New Year, so they had to stop work.

Xiao Qian sat lonely in her seat, with a look of loneliness and defeat.

I have no choice but to always take the first place in the school without even a single opponent.

Little did he know that his helpless look made many friends want to beat him.

Obviously everyone is working hard, listening carefully in class, and working hard at home, but this guy spends three days fishing and two days drying nets, and usually no one can even see him. Why is his grades better than others?

"Xiao Qian, I won't play with you this New Year."

Li Qingjue made an announcement while packing his schoolbag. When Xiao Qian looked over, he added: "This Chinese New Year, we are going to grandpa's house in the capital."

Xiao Qian nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Just in time, we have to go home to celebrate the New Year. See you after the New Year."

Xiao Qian strolled to Shiqiao Garden Road, which is now a large construction site, and the future Jinmao Tower has begun construction.

Because there are many workers here, Xiao Ping and Xiao Zhuang moved their stall here.

But next to their stall, Xiao Qian saw two sneaky guys.

"Hey, third brother, eldest brother, when did you come back?"

It was none other than Li Zhenghong and Xiao An who were out to make a lot of money. Looking at the stalls between them and Xiao Ping and Xiao Zhuang, Xiao Qian covered her mouth and started to giggle.

Xiao Qian smiled so hard that he couldn't lift his head. Li Zhenghong was very angry. He felt that this young man had no respect for superiors and inferiors and needed to be educated well.

"Brother, don't be complacent. The three of you are just phoenixes that have fallen into a nest and are in trouble for a while. What scene has your third brother not seen? Hundreds of thousands of people have seen it before, does your third brother care about it? In the future, your third brother will earn more.

After earning a lot of money, can you still laugh?"

As he was talking, a little girl came to the stall.

"Boss, let's have some egg fried rice."

Li Zhenghong threw away the cigarette butt and returned to his position almost instantly.

"Hey, that's good."

While waving the big spoon, he stuck out his fat face and asked earnestly.

"Girl, do you want to add an egg?"

The face was too big and the smile was scary, which scared the girl. After a moment of hesitation, she had no choice but to nod.

"haha okay!"

After successfully selling one more egg, Li Zhenghong's movements of waving the spoon became even more cheerful.

Xiao Qian squatted beside him, wanting to say something.

"Brother, will you go back during the Chinese New Year? My parents said they will go back this year."

Hearing that this was the case, Xiao An started to think about it.

"Oh, if your family goes back too, it will be very busy."

Xiao Qian was baffled.

"I'm just going home, what's there to do?"

Xiao An felt that he didn't understand.

"What do you know? With so many of us going back together, it's hard to buy train tickets. And with a kid like you here, you can't buy a hard seat, right? Can you bear the train for two nights and one day? Then you have to buy a sleeper berth. That's it.

It's even harder to buy. You don't know how difficult it is to buy a ticket during the Spring Festival. Last year, your fourth brother and I had to wait in line for several days to buy hard seats."

Not only did he understand Xiao Qian, but he also understood the concept of New Year's train tickets.

Going home during the New Year, for the Chinese, is like a tired bird returning to its roost. It is an act that must be done no matter what.

But there are so many Chinese people, all rushing to go home during the Chinese New Year, which makes train tickets precious.

Regarding the matter of taking the train home during the Chinese New Year, Xiao Qian actually has a deeper understanding than Xiao An, Xiao Zhuang and others.

Because he went to school and worked in Shanghai in his previous life, and had to go home for the Chinese New Year almost every year. At that time, he had no money, so he could only buy a hard seat.

Thirty-eight hours of train travel, starting at 4:30 in the afternoon and not arriving home until 8:00 in the morning on the third day. Just thinking about it is enough to make me hopeless.

But that's not what Xiao Qian wants to tell them.

"We plan to take a plane, do you want to go together?"

After the painful experience in his previous life, and now that he is not short of money, how could Xiao Qian still squeeze into the train?

Xiao An was stunned, and Li Zhenghong's movements of frying rice also slowed down.

They realized that the thoughts of the younger brother in front of them turned out to be completely different from theirs.

Seeing that several people were silent, Xiao Qian was puzzled.

"What's wrong? Are you talking? Do you want to go together? If so, I will buy a ticket today."

If he wants to come and go back by plane, it will be very fast and he will not suffer any trouble, so everyone will definitely have no problem with it.

Unexpectedly, Li Zhenghong, Xiao An, Xiao Ping and Xiao Zhuang all shook their heads like rattles.

"No, no, no, we'd better take the train and walk by ourselves."

Xiao Qian was still waiting for further persuasion, but noticed the fear in the eyes of the four people, and had no choice but to shake his head.

These old haters...

As the end of the year approaches, the construction site gradually becomes quieter. As a result, Li Zhenghong, Xiao Ping and their stalls are not as good as before.

After a long time, a group of people passed by the stall.

This group of people attracted Xiao Qian's attention.

It’s impossible not to pay attention. Why are these people so strange?

There were twenty or thirty of them, large and small, and they were all men, women, old and young, and their clothes were all in tatters.

However, in this era, there are many people with this appearance, so Xiao Qian would not be interested in them originally.

Who told these people to carry and hold things that reflect light?

Long sword, single sword, red tassel spear...

There are all kinds of weapons, at least dozens of kinds. For those who don’t know, they might think they have encountered the Boxer Rebellion.

This group of people passed by the stall, and just as the aroma of egg fried rice drifted away with the cold wind, several children in the group were immediately unable to walk.

Looking over eagerly, the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard from a distance.

After a while, everyone in the team stopped and gathered together to whisper something.

Then one of the young men in his early twenties walked up alone. Although his face was fair, he was hesitant and very timid.

He stood in front of the stall and watched Xiao Ping stir-fry quickly. The golden rice grains rolled back and forth in mid-air, making the rich aroma of the rice even more stimulating to his taste buds.

The young man swallowed several times before speaking with difficulty.

"Old... boss, how much does this... cost?"

Xiao Ping was busy and spoke very quickly.

"Fifty cents."

The young man reached into his pocket and scratched, and took out a large handful of scattered small bills. After picking through them, he put the fifty cents in the box.

"Give...give me one."

The egg fried rice was ready quickly. The young man took it and politely said thank you.

Back among the group of people, when he handed the egg fried rice to one of the children, there was even a lot of cheers.

Xiao Qian looked over and saw a few young children surrounding the city. You took a bite and I took a bite. They were eating in a hurry.

One of the children filled a spoonful of egg fried rice and wanted to pass it to the young man to eat, but he shook his head and smiled gently.

The child refused to give up and tried to pass it to other adults, but was rejected.

Only then did the children start eating happily again with their heads down.

In the cold wind, the adults formed a circle and tried their best to make the children eat as comfortably as possible.

"Uncle, where did you come from?"
To be continued...