When the system woke up, Qian Wen woke up leisurely. He was lying on a single bed with a mat spread under him, sleeping on his side, leaving light red marks on his skin.
He got up, propped himself up and sat on the edge of the bed, covering his head, feeling a little dazed, and rushed to his feet in a sleepy state, asking him to slow down first.
Before Qian Wen could recover and observe the surrounding environment, where he was and where he was, he was freed from the influence of the time he had just traveled through, and a stream of memories emerged from his mind.
A feeling of expansion appeared in my brain.
"Wearing."
"orphan."
"Living with Mr. Guan, the Admiral of the Nine Sects."
"I am 21 years old this year. I have graduated from high school. It's not that I can't continue to take the entrance examination, but I have no way to find a job. I am currently an unemployed young man. However, with my smart mind, I am living in the four-nine cities. In the gap between the times, I can do something that I cannot go to.
Small business on the countertop, and at the same time, there has been news recently that work will be assigned, and we are waiting for the subdistrict office to assign work..."
A memory of his own identity appeared in Qian Wen's mind.
Qian Wen rubbed his temples, digesting the memories pouring into his mind.
When he was 8 years old, on a cold winter day, he huddled in front of the house of Mr. Guan, the Admiral of the Nine Gates, shivering like a little stone lion.
Then he was met by Uncle Guan who was going out to buy something. Uncle Guan's son married a Chinese woman from Chinatown and chose to stay abroad. He lived overseas all year round and rarely saw his granddaughter. He lived alone in Forty-Nine City.
No matter how strong you are, you will inevitably feel lonely at times. Suddenly you saw that Qian Wen was very attractive to you, so you adopted him.
They are not adopted children, but they are very much adopted children. They have helped each other survive these years.
He called Mr. Guan, the Admiral of the Nine Gates, "Old Man."
Mr. Guan, the admiral of the Nine Gates, called him: Mr. Qian.
It’s not that relatives are better than relatives.
In addition to these memories, there are also the fact that he and Han Chunming are good friends, oh, and Cheng Jianjun, he is also a classmate with Su Meng and Cai Xiaoli. The three of them are the same age and two years younger than Han Chunming.
During the movement of educated youths going to the countryside a few years ago, Han Chunming and Cheng Jianjun, who had multiple siblings in the family, went to the countryside under the arrangement of the street office. Su Meng, the only daughter in the family, and he, who was considered the only son, stayed at home.
However, a month ago, Han Chunming and Cheng Jianjun, the educated youths who went to the countryside, returned to the city and were waiting for work arrangements from the sub-district office like him.
Then there is the small business he did under the cracks of the times.
"Huhuhu~~"
After digesting the arrangements given by the system, Qian Wen took a few big breaths and took a deep breath. At the same time, the swelling feeling in his brain receded like a tide.
His arms felt a little itchy. Qian Wen scratched the red marks on his skin and thought in a daze.
"The child picked up by Mr. Guan, the nine-door admiral?
This arrangement and system are really great.
I thought I would arrange to wear Han Chunming this time. I was prepared to take down Su Meng in three days, Little Lazy Cat in three years, and punch and kick Cheng Jianjun.
Now I am an orphan, it is still the coldest month of winter, I am shivering, with a small stone lion at the door in the background, you can do it, system!"
Qian Wen's soliloquy was ignored by the system, as if it didn't exist.
After accepting the identity arrangement, Qian Wen looked up at his room. It was a single room. The room was dotted with solid wood furniture, a bed, a large wardrobe, a desk, and a pot of flowers on the desk. The room was not big, but it looked very 1970s.
"It's possible to live in a single room in 1975. It's OK, very OK."
As Qian Wen spoke, he put on his cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles, picked up the military green coat that was thrown at the head of the bed, and just put it on, but before he could go out, the door was pushed open.
"Boy Qian, why did you stay in bed at noon and forget what you were going to do in the afternoon?
Get up quickly, I'm still in a hurry to play chess."
Dragging those big bags under his eyes, Mr. Guan, the Admiral of the Nine Gates, walked in. He was old-fashioned and had a slightly hoarse voice.
Qian Wen blinked in confusion and remembered that before lunch today, he promised to trim the old man's slightly long hair after his lunch break.
Looking at the old man's urging words, it was because he stayed in bed and made the old man anxious.
"Old man, what time is it?" Qian Wen asked, looking at the clock beside him.
"Don't look, it's a quarter past three, let Grandpa Jiumen Admiral wait for you, you are the first person.
Hurry up, we're waiting to go out." Mr. Guan knocked on the door frame and told him to hurry up, then turned around and walked out.
But Qian Wen's eyes were fixed on the clock. The outer shell was solid red and the color was bright and dazzling. The dial and hands representing the time were red gold. The entire clock was made of gold and red. It was antique, elegant and generous.
, the mechanical sense coexists, and the sense of the Republic of China era comes to your face.
"Tick-tick~tick-tick~"
The hands are crisp, pleasant, smooth and no noise.
"Good guy, should I say it's Mr. Guan?
I’m afraid this is enough to be regarded as a modern antique.”
Qian Wen didn't know much about antiques, but looking at the randomly placed clocks, he felt a sense of elegance and luxury, which made everyone happy.
In the memory given by the system, this clock has been placed in his small house for many years, and he has never paid much attention to it.
Mr. Guan wanted to let him pass on his legacy. Unfortunately, in his memory, he seemed to be not interested in antiques and lacked interest in learning. He was not like Han Chunming at all, so Han Chunming was the apprentice and Qian Wen was the pensioner - Qian Xiaozi
.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I seem to be a little arrogant in my memory, and I don't even know how to identify treasures.
But thinking about it, even now I seem to be losing interest.
I seem to prefer to look at them and at most listen to the stories behind them. For the rest...well, I'll 'hand' them over to the owners who like them."
Qian Wen looked at his thoughts at this moment, shook his head, and criticized, "Vulgar! Too vulgar!
Look at Han Chunming, look at this old man."
"Why do you still need me to please you?"
At this time, Mr. Guan urged again. Qian Wen smiled, ignored the antique clock, and walked out.
Mr. Guan's home is a small courtyard, consisting of several main rooms, side rooms, and a kitchen. It is very decent, comfortable, small and exquisite.
Looking up, he saw a bench in the middle of the small courtyard. Mr. Guan was already wearing a barber apron and was ready. Barber tools, scissors, razors, hand clippers, and other items were neatly placed on the small table next to him.
Qian Wen was very familiar with these things, and haircuts were one of the small businesses he ran. From time to time, he would push a bicycle out of the stall and get haircuts for 40 cents per person, and 30 cents from the neighbors. The business was okay.
After all, many families now choose to get haircuts at home.
"Don't you wash it first?" Qian Wen stepped forward, picked up a pair of scissors, touched the sharp edge with his fingertips, and asked with a smile.
"It felt weird after I woke up, so I just figured it out."
Mr. Guan glanced at Qian Wen and sat upright on the bench in front of him.
Qian Wen smiled slightly and didn't say much. He held a wooden comb, brushed it, and neatly trimmed Mr. Guan's hair.
Mr. Guan is 67 years old this year. His hair is gray, but he has a strong body and drinks constantly every day. He is very handsome.
Especially in the original timeline, with a guy like me who found his own money, he had someone to keep him company, and he was full of energy.
In this era, there are not so many routines for haircuts, such as trimming, trimming, chopping, and shaving. Of course, Qian Wen is talking about men. If it is a woman, the requirements are a little bit more, but it still remains the same.
Its origin is that a pair of scissors makes flowers.
In less than ten minutes, it was done. Qian Wen looked around, doubled his hair, and then used a soft brush to brush away the loose hair on his neck.
The tools were placed on the small table aside. Qian Wen looked towards the kitchen and said, "I'm going to boil water, wash up and then play chess."
"I've already prepared it. Where are you waiting?" Mr. Guan glanced at Qian Wen.
The two of them lived together, and Mr. Guan did not treat him as a child, and he did not regard the old man as an old man. They were very harmonious and harmonious.
Qian Wen laughed and poured the water.
After Mr. Guan finished washing his hair, Qian Wen washed the handles, and the hairdressing tools were already placed in the tool box. The tool box was placed squarely on the bicycle, as if waiting to leave the stall.
Seeing this, Qian Wen smiled again. He was originally going to go out to get a haircut this afternoon, but he just decided to go to the world under Zhengyangmen for the first time. He didn't go out for the time being. He wanted to go to the courtyard where Han Chunming's family lived. Now he saw
Mr. Guan had it all done, Qian Wen touched his nose and came out of the stall!
"It's weird, are you sick?"
Seeing that Qian Wen was a little confused, Mr. Guan frowned and asked with concern.
"No, I just seem to have fallen asleep and my head is still a little swollen." Qian Wen explained with a smile.
"Have a headache?" Mr. Guan frowned even more, "Why don't you continue to rest? You have some skills as a charlatan. How can you still..." Mr. Guan, who touched his forehead, paused and said.
, “If you don’t treat yourself, do you need to go to a health center?”
Seeing that Mr. Guan cared so much about him because of his casual words, Qian Wen jumped on the spot and said it was okay.
Mr. Guan looked Qian Wen up and down again, and when he saw that his face was rosy, he nodded with relief and returned to his nine-door admiral style, "Then let's go."
Qian Wen smiled, pushed on his bicycle, and followed Mr. Guan out.
The place where Mr. Guan played chess was nearby, just one step away, and Qian Wen didn't plan to run far away today, so he stayed near where he was playing chess.
He opened the hairdressing tool box, layer by layer, revealing his hair.
Then a wooden sign is placed on the bicycle. Adults get a haircut at four corners, children get a triangle haircut, and two corners of their beard are shaved.
Then, he looked around, raised his head and shouted, "I'm getting a haircut~~~~"
The shouting was distant, loud, and full of energy.
Qian Wen didn't mean to be embarrassed or embarrassed at all, but rather cheerful, novel, and fresh.
Mr. Guan heard the sound and turned his head to look. Hearing the angry shouting, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He likes Qian Xiaozi's aura, he is upright, informal, and a person who does big things.
Many men from the neighborhood had gathered around the chess playing place. They were watching the game. When they saw Mr. Guan coming, they all gave way. When they heard Qian Wenhongliang's shouts, they smiled and said hello, "Mr. Guan, your Qian boy."
This voice is so refreshing.
By the way, I heard that new jobs in the street office are about to be opened recently. If you don’t want to give your family money, please walk around and do some exercise.
He is a young man now, he should have a serious job and find a wife."
Mr. Guan didn't even raise his eyelids, his eyes were all on chess. When he saw the handsome chess player making bad moves one after another, he was beaten badly by the shogi player. "Smelly, this chess game is so bad." Then he changed the topic and said.
, "Everyone has his own destiny, it depends on how he goes."
"Hi, you're always so steady," the man who spoke smiled.
But under Mr. Guan's big bags under his eyes, those seemingly dull eyes were actually the windows of his heart that were so bright that they began to move.
Qian Wen's side.
After being yelled at, he soon got a business. He was a child brought by a mother to a neighbor, and the child received two cents. In the summer, he shaved his head, and Qian Wen was familiar with it. He could divide three times five by two.
A shiny braised egg freshly baked.
I swept away the broken hair and patted on some prickly heat powder with a sense of accomplishment.
Then, perhaps hearing his loud shouting, the neighbors who needed haircuts came out one after another.
Most of them were women, with few children and generally men. Qian Wen smiled, feeling the atmosphere of 1975 in Forty-Nine City, while earning dimes and dimes.
The scorching sun moved westward, time passed little by little, and the money box on the bicycle became full little by little. Although they were all dimes, Qian Wen was still very happy.
Although it is small, it has strong purchasing power.
A pound of noodles costs only 1.8 cents, a pound of meat costs about 60 cents, and vegetables rarely cost more than three cents.
And with the ability to be 'strong', he will not be too tired even if he works all day.
"Qian Wen, are you busy?"
At this time, a man's voice with a magnetic voice came from a few steps away from Qian Wen.
Qian Wen was cutting an aunt's hair. Hearing the sound, his hands slowed down a bit and he turned to look.
Han Chunming grinned and stood two steps away from him, watching him busy with a smile.
Han Chunming, the protagonist of Zhengyangmen, the world line revolves around him. He is kind, righteous, generous, informal, and mature in his work. He is a bit like a virgin, repaying evil with kindness.
However, he is a good choice for friends. You never have to worry about backstabbing. If you come to him for any problem, you will definitely be helped.
Hobbies: Su Meng, Chinese antique culture.
"Walking?" Qian Wen looked at Han Chunming and asked with a smile.
Han Chunming waved his hand and said, "A relative is coming home. Let's go to the front door to pick him up."
"I have to use the bicycle to push it by myself. I'm busy and can take the things by myself."
Qian Wen glanced at the bicycle standing against the wall behind him, and asked Han Chunming to be polite and push it himself. It was not close to the front door building, and it took a while to go back and forth. In this hot weather, it was more comfortable and convenient to ride a bicycle back and forth.
some.
Han Chunming's eyes lit up and he didn't look at anyone else. He said without any politeness, "Then I won't be polite."
"If you dare to say thank you, I will tell the old man." Qian Wen threatened in a joking manner.
"You are thinking too much."
In order to make it easier to get out of the stall, Qian Wen's bicycle was equipped with several iron baskets for storing things on the front and back, and the tools were placed inside. However, the iron baskets were not welded to death and were alive and easy to take out.
Han Chunming gently moved the tool box for his haircut and put it away. Then he looked at the money box on the bicycle. There were already a lot of small coins in it. He closed it carefully.
Looking at Qian Wen, "It's really good to have a craft. It's not like me, who has to wait for work to be assigned by the street office."
"I'm the same, waiting for work from the street office." Qian Wen answered with a smile.
"The money box is here, please keep an eye on it."
Han Chunming placed the money box not far from Qian Wen's feet and placed it on top of the barber tool box.
"Don't worry, anyone dares to rob me?" Qian Wen raised his eyebrows and said rudely.
"That's right. The one who dared to rob you must have forgotten his home today."
Han Chunming thought about the time when he was an educated youth and went to the countryside. Once, some thieves came into their alley with children. At that time, Qian Wen went up and beat the three thieves until their teeth were everywhere on the ground.
, you must know that Qian Wen was not yet an adult at that time, only a teenager.
Also, in the streets and alleys around here, there are those naughty and lawless young men, those who have never eaten Qian Wen's fists.
What he just said was really redundant.
"gone."
Han Chunming chuckled, said hello, got on Qian Wen's bicycle, and was about to leave.
"Aren't you going to say hello to the old man?" Qian Wen looked at the place where chess was being played not far away. Mr. Guan was already in line, killing with great pleasure and contentment.
"Say hello when you come back. Seeing how happy the old man is, I won't disturb him anymore."
Han Chunming said and rode his bicycle away.
Qian Wen shook his head. This kind of character makes him comfortable to deal with. It's amazing that Cheng Jianjun and Han Chunming can become incompatible enemies.
Qian Wen continued his work. Soon, the aunt had her hair cut, and she collected the money. There were no customers for the time being. Qian Wen took out his canned glass, which contained the chrysanthemum tea that the old man had made for him, but it was empty.
It's been a long time and it's already cold.
Qian Wen didn't pay much attention to it. Herbal tea was more relieving from the heat. He sat on the small bench he brought and drank some water.
Qian Wendong looked around, looking at this alley. The pedestrians coming and going in the alley were all familiar with neighborhood disputes. They said hello, nodded, and chatted casually as they passed by.
There are several streets and alleys nearby. There are no courtyards. They are all large courtyards in alleys. Each household shares a courtyard.
The alleys extend in all directions and are winding. If an outsider who is not familiar with the road comes in, he will be confused after a while, and he will have to ask someone to regain his sense of direction.
Looking at the corner of the alley, there are several little girls with braids and rubber bands. Their faces are red and they look solid. They are not like modern children. They are like porcelain dolls. They are out of breath when they run and the wind blows.
You might even catch a cold.
Looking, looking, Qian Wen suddenly felt that someone was looking at him. Qian Wen looked over and found that it was an old man playing chess.
Mr. Guan made a gesture of drinking water. He was thirsty after playing chess. Qian Wen couldn't help but smile, stood up, and walked over with chrysanthemum tea.
This old man is very funny.
There was no one who disliked the others. Mr. Guan took the big glass and started drinking.
After a while, another customer came to Qian Wen's barber stall, and he started to make money again after taking a break.
Don't underestimate this inconspicuous or even simple barber stall. Just one afternoon's work is equivalent to a week's wages of some factory apprentices.
After being busy for a while, Han Chunming came back.
There are really a lot of big and small bags... Oh, no, I was wrong, there are a bunch of adults and children.
It’s a difficult life to have four people sitting on my small bicycle.
Han Chunming was riding a bicycle, with a middle-aged woman sitting in the back seat, and two girls, one big and one small, sitting on the bicycle bars. They were very crowded.
Han Chunming came over on his bicycle.
"Brother Wu Zi, I can't survive anymore. I'm almost squashed." Meng Xiaoxing stuck out her tongue and shouted.
"I asked you to run and keep up, but you had to squeeze in together. You said you were not afraid of being thin, but now you are." Han Chunming laughed and said.
"You guys are riding in the car. Why should I run? No, I insist on sitting even if I squeeze my stomach." Meng Xiaoxing groaned.
"Do you want your aunt to run, or your sister Honghua?
You still have to run." Han Chunming limped to Qian Wen on his bicycle.
There were so many people with him that it was difficult to brake, and he was about to hit him. Qian Wen quickly jumped to the side, patted his chest, and looked frightened, "Chunming, I lent you the car."
The bicycle stopped. Meng Xiaoxing, Han Chunming's aunt, and cousin jumped off the bicycle. Han Chunming lowered his head in embarrassment, "Plain on me, blame on me, I will treat you to a good meal tomorrow."
"I want to go too!" Meng Xiaoxing raised her hand and said without fear of danger.
"Stay there!" Han Chunming slapped Meng Xiaoxing's forehead hard, you are the toughest!
Qian Wen, a relative of Han Chunming's family, didn't recognize him either. He just nodded and said hello, and Han Chunming grabbed Meng Xiaoxing and led his aunt toward home.
"Brother Wuzi, who is this man? He is so good-looking." Meng Xiaoxing followed Han Chunming and asked. When asking this question, she turned around and glanced at Qian Wen again.
"It's good-looking and handsome, look at it more," Han Chunming said amusedly.
Of course Qian Wen is handsome and good-looking, and everyone in the ten streets around here knows and approves of him, and many young girls are thinking about him.
Qian Wen watched Han Chunming and others walk into the courtyard, and looked at the bag of apples in Meng Xiaoxing's hand, "This time, I brought the apples home intact."
Maybe it was because Qian Wen borrowed Han Chunming's bicycle, and Meng Xiaoxing was sitting on the pole along the way, squeezing her stomach, and had no time to deal with the handful of apples in her net pocket.
In the original timeline, Han Chunming's relatives came to Han Chunming's house, bringing nothing with them and fighting the autumn wind with nothing. In order to make his aunt's face feel better, Han Chunming spent his own money and bought apples, pretending that they were brought by his aunt.
But who would have expected that as soon as they arrived at the door of their home, the apples they bought were eaten by Meng Xiaoxing and others, making them look like they were reincarnated from starvation.
Just now, Qian Wen saw that the bag of apples in Meng Xiaoxing's hand was intact and had not been destroyed. Han Chunming's good intentions were not wasted.
When the bicycle came back, Qian Wen pinched the tire and found that it was a little flat. "It has to be inflated at night. If it is worn out, it will be very troublesome to repair it."
After hanging the things up again, Qian Wen looked at the sky and saw that it was almost time. After taking care of the last few customers, he was ready to close the stall. There was endless money to be made.