Chen Xueru is a practical person. After receiving the order, she said she would work overnight.
It was agreed to deliver the first batch of hats early the next morning.
Li Donglai got up at dawn, told Li Xiaomei to make breakfast, and then pushed his bicycle out of the courtyard.
Summer morning is the coolest time of the day, with crystal dewdrops hanging on the grass and leaves on the roadside, and a slightly moist atmosphere filling the air.
It's not even six o'clock yet, and the streets are already bustling with activity.
These days, everyone is very active and generally don’t rush to work.
I ate my breakfast in a hurry and went to work in the workshop early to try to do more work.
The enthusiasm in the passers-by made Li Donglai sigh with emotion.
With diligent people, China can transform from a poor and backward agricultural country into one of the few industrial countries in the world with a full industrial chain in just a few decades.
...
People in Beijing are very particular about breakfast.
Even in this era when supplies are scarce, it is by no means adequate.
In his previous life, Li Donglai drank soybean juice once under the deception of his 'friend'.
Gee, it tastes like pot water that has been left out for a week.
Does anyone really drink this stuff?
After coming to this world, I tasted it again with doubts.
Cough, let’s just rinse the pot with water.
Just a little fresher.
...
It is impossible to drink soybean juice, even in this life.
Li Donglai rode his bicycle to a stewed stew shop on the corner of the street.
It is a one-story house made of blue bricks, with a small facade and a mottled red paint house number that reads "small intestine Chen".
The weather was hot, so the boss comrade and two or three waiters set up a big iron pot at the door.
In the big black iron pot, the brownish red soup is bubbling, and the large intestine, small intestine, and pig lung exude a rich meaty aroma.
It not only satisfies cravings (it's meat) but also satiates satiety, and it's also time-consuming.
After eating a delicious bowl, I felt full of energy all morning.
Li Donglai took out 20 taels of food stamps and 24 cents.
The boss comrade picked up two large intestines, cut them into slices, and put them into an enamel bowl.
Then add the soup, sprinkle with fried tofu slices, marinated sauce, garlic sauce, and soybean curd sauce.
Finally, take out another piece of fire, break it into small pieces, and put it into a bowl.
The fire is thorough but not sticky, and the meat is rotten but not bad.
Eat it in one go while it's still hot.
In one word, comfortable!
Li Donglai put down the bowl, and there was already a drop of sweat on his forehead. Just when he was looking for a towel to wipe it off, a handkerchief appeared in front of him.
The fingers holding the handkerchief were as white as jade, and his eyes were climbing along the blue long sleeves. On a beautiful face, those beautiful black eyes were looking at him.
"Oh, it's Comrade Chen Xueru."
Li Donglai did not take the handkerchief, but took out a light blue handkerchief embroidered with wintersweet flowers from his pocket.
The sparkling water in those beautiful eyes dimmed.
"Have you brought anything?"
"In the bag outside."
...
The two of them left the stew shop one after another and found a quiet little corner.
Li Donglai took out the old military cap and looked at it carefully.
I have to say that Chen Xueru’s craftsmanship is truly outstanding.
The old military cap almost looks real, especially the two scuffs on the brim that are well-made and embellished with black silk thread.
If Li Donglai hadn't known about it beforehand, he would have thought that this was really passed down from his father's generation!
Checked the number.
Pay the money in one hand and deliver the goods in one hand.
After a monetary transaction without any emotion was completed, Li Donglai rode his bicycle to work.
When passing by the guard room, he nodded to the bald old man sitting inside.
The bald old Wang squinted his eyes, as if he didn't see it.
Instead, the little man sitting next to him stood up and said hello: "Dr. Li, are you coming to work so early?"
Li Donglai nodded: "I have thought of a new topic in the past two days, and I am going to go to the morgue to sort out my thoughts."
These words made the little man scratch his head: "New topic? Ideas? What are these?"
The bald old man still squinted his eyes.
However, when Li Donglai put the bicycle in the car shed and came to the morgue with the package, he was already standing quietly at the door.
Li Donglai didn't say anything, threw the package to the bald old man, turned around and left.
He felt more and more that this person was a little abnormal.
...
Back in the internal medicine clinic, Li Donglai started to be busy again.
...
The other side.
Today is the day that Jia Zhang was released.
She was detained by the security department in a suburban detention center.
The journey was long, so the factory notified his family to pick him up.
Jia Xudong needs to go to work, and his salary will be deducted if he takes leave.
Qin Huairu begged Shazhu to go with her to pick up the person.
As a chef, Shazhu naturally has to go to work.
However, facing Sister Xiao Qin, he could not say a word 'no'.
I asked Director Ma of the cafeteria for leave yesterday.
I borrowed a frame truck from an old friend early in the morning.
He originally wanted to ask Li Donglai to borrow a bicycle, but Li Donglai did not agree.
It was summer at this time, and before seven o'clock, the air became hot and dry.
By the time Shazhu pulled the trolley outside the detention center, he was already soaked to the skin.
Qin Huairu looked very relaxed, with no sweat visible on her fair and pink face.
She was sitting on the carriage, fanning the cattail leaf leisurely.
The two found a shade spot and waited patiently.
Of course, Shazhu didn't forget what happened yesterday. He saw that there was no one else around.
Asked in a low voice: "Sister Xiao Qin, what do you think of me?"
Qin Huairu stared at the rusty door of the detention center and said impatiently: "Okay, very good."
After the words came out of her mouth, she felt that Silly Zhu's mood seemed a little wrong today.
He quickly smiled charmingly: "Brother Yuzhu, you are the only one who treats me the best in this compound. I see all this in my eyes and keep it in my heart."
Silly Zhu smiled bitterly and nodded: "You also know how I feel about you, but Jia Xudong is still alive, and we can never be together..."
His voice became smaller and smaller, until it was almost inaudible, and there was still sadness in his tone.
At this time, Qin Huairu was sure that Sha Zhu had something on his mind.
She rolled her eyes, licked her bright red lips with her little tongue, and said delicately: "Brother Yuzhu, it's not like you don't know about Jia Xudong's body, he's just a sick man."
"Maybe at some point it won't work anymore!"
"Tell me, sister, what happened?"
Silly Zhu nodded silently, he also hoped that Jia Xudong would die soon.
She smiled bitterly and said, "My deaf grandma entrusted Matchmaker Zhang from the compound next door to help me find a matchmaker. The woman is a female worker in a textile factory and lives in Luoma Hutong."
Female textile workers, mule and horse alley...
Qin Huairu secretly resented that this deaf old lady was nothing, and she spent the whole day thinking about introducing someone to Silly Zhu.
For a fool like him, if any girl follows him, her whole life will be ruined!
It's better to be a bachelor for the rest of his life.
Qin Huairu adjusted her mood, her eyes instantly turned red, and she said sincerely: "Brother Yuzhu, if that girl is really good, don't worry, my sister will definitely support her with both hands."
"As long as you can live well, that's enough!"
These words made Shazhu's heart tremble.
Sister Xiao Qin, we are really destined to be together. We can only be husband and wife again in the next life.
A fire surged out of his heart, and he couldn't help but reach out and grab Qin Huairu's arm.
Just as he was about to fulfill his dream of many years, a sharp and stern rebuke came from afar.
"Silly Zhu, you beast, what are you doing!"
His arms were frozen in mid-air.
Just 0.0001 cm difference....
Silly Zhu gritted his teeth, and finally retracted his hand unwillingly.
