Seeing that Officer Zhao, who was in plain clothes, had arrived behind the car, I reached out and held Brother Yu down.
"Bang." I got out of the car and closed the door.
"Why is it still locked, young man?" Officer Zhao's voice came from behind the carriage.
I pretended to be shivering from the cold, rubbed my hands and said with a smile: "It's too cold today. My feet were numb from the cold when I went to collect vegetables in the morning. It's not that we won't send you off, it's just that we can't do it. I'm in such a hurry over there."
, I went to the vegetable market at 6 o'clock in the morning, and you see it's already five o'clock now."
"Where are they from? Their accent doesn't sound like ours from Xi'an," Officer Zhao breathed into his hands.
"My ancestral home is in the south. I have been living in Yinchuan for more than ten years. I have just arrived in Xi'an for a few months."
"Oh, that's how it is."
He was about to say something else, when a shout came from the door of the police station.
"Old Zhao! Old Zhao!" A man took a flashlight and took a photo here.
"If it's really inconvenient, forget it," Officer Zhao pointed to the door of the police station, "My colleague called me, we Xi'an people are very nice, you will definitely make money doing business here, so I won't bother you, young man, you are welcome
Come to Xi’an.”
"Hey, it's okay, please walk slowly."
Watching the person disappear at the door of the police station, I breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the rear compartment was locked.
Although it is the twelfth lunar month of winter, my back is already wet with cold sweat.
At that time, Xi'an Metro did not have Line 2, so I had already found a parking place. There were many trucks like ours there and they all parked there.
Go straight west from Chonghuang Street and run around the Western Ring Road. If you drive fast and there is no traffic jam, you can get there in more than 40 minutes. If there is a traffic jam, it will take more than an hour. The place is an urban village with a chaotic population.
It’s called Yuhuasai Village. Some people born in the 1980s like to call it “Little Hong Kong”, so I call it Yuzhai.
There were a lot of people from outside the village in Yuzhai Village. At that time, there was an open space to the north of the village entrance. All the vans like us were parked. There were people moving, transporting goods, and transporting animals to the Qinling Zoo. Brother Yu drove the car into it, and there was nothing wrong with it.
At first glance, no one noticed that the car was filled with rammed earth. It was already 6 o'clock in the morning.
"You go eat and bring me some when you come back."
"Let's go together, Brother Yu. You see there are so many trucks parked here but no one is around. You look weird in the car."
Brother Yu looked around and said yes, let's go together.
After rolling up the glass and checking the car lock, the three of us entered Yuzhai Village together.
"North District, North District! It's piece by piece!"
"East Street East Street! Let's go, let's go!"
As soon as we entered the village, we saw several tricycles used in illegal activities.
It was still dark, and there was still more than an hour before the morning rush hour, so there was little business for those driving three-wheelers to pull people in.
"Where are you guys going? I'll see you off?" A man in his forties came over to strike up a conversation.
Dou Sprout got into the car directly and said he was going to a place where he could eat and take a shower.
"okay."
Douyazai called me and Brother Yu to get in the car. He whispered that the trouser legs on the back were full of dirt and needed to be washed.
"Didi!"
"Make way!"
While we were stopping and going, the black three-wheel driver kept honking his horn and shouting.
In fact, he thought we were from out of town and lied to us. The driver took a long way and took the three of us to a bathhouse called Yuchi on North Street, even though it was only a few minutes' walk away.
There is a restaurant in front of the bathhouse, and there is also a breakfast shop. The three-wheel driver also had breakfast here. He was very familiar with us and sat at the same table with us.
While eating, the three-wheel driver kept recommending Yuchi Bathhouse, which is a good place where you can soak in hot springs and get a massage. It only costs 12 yuan per person.
The middle-aged man who drove the tricycle was called Wang Fu. Before he started driving the tricycle, he ran a hotel. Because his wife found out that he was looking for a lover during marriage, he finally got clean and left the house, and the hotel was gone. Yuzhai
There are many underground hot springs nearby, but the rain pool is only a small one. Douyazai said that there was dirt in the middle of his crotch, which was too uncomfortable, so we went to the rain pool to wash.
This was my first time to soak in a hot spring. It was so comfortable. I felt cold when I took off my clothes, but when I sat in the pool, my whole body was instantly filled with warmth, and the fatigue of the whole night was relieved.
This hot spring has a large pool and a small pool. The three of us chose a small pool.
Douyazai leaned against the edge of the pool, steaming from his body, and said with a comfortable look on his face: "Hey Fengzi, it's a pity that there are no Tang Sancai. How much can a small pottery figure be sold for? Can it be sold for 10,000 yuan each?"
I shook my head and said, "No way, if one can be sold for 2,000 yuan, it's fine. Ten thousand yuan? You're overthinking."
I'm telling the truth. At that time, there were a lot of pottery people in Xi'an who made funerary objects like this during the Tang Dynasty, but now there are relatively few.
There are some of these pottery figures standing, sitting, with hands behind their backs, pointing their middle fingers, looking down at their feet, looking up at the sky, and some holding sticks in their hands. Later I gave two of them to my friends.
One day I went to eat, and I asked why my pottery man was gone.
My friend said that the thing looked spooky at night, and it frightened his children when he put it in the living room. His wife didn't like it, so she gave it to someone else.
After taking a bath and washing off the dirt on our bodies, the three of us went to the changing room to get dressed with our buttocks naked.
At this moment, a man came into the dressing room. He was in his thirties. His clothes were white from washing. Although they were old, they were very clean. He was carrying a cloth bag with some white paper rolled up in it.
Writing brush.
"Hey, brothers, look who's here!" A big fat man said, leaning on the sofa and smoking a cigarette.
"Ha ha!"
"Look, look! The Xi'an poet is here!"
"Hey, poet, why did you go to the Eight Immortals Palace to drive away ghosts so early today? I asked, can you write in the dark and blind? Is anyone buying your poems?"
"What a waste. Look at how bad he is. His wife ran away with a neighbor. He didn't even buy briquettes this winter. He probably can't afford it. He goes to the welfare home every day."
The man didn't seem to hear these words. He put away his bag, locked the key, took off his clothes and went to the shower area to take a bath.
As soon as the man left, the big fat man called the people who came to the bathhouse and said, "Boy, go and open the poet's cabinet for me."
"Fat brother, isn't this bad?"
"If you drive, you're looking for death."
"Don't hit me. I was wrong, fat brother. Let's go."
After he finished speaking, he found the spare key and opened the cabinet.
There was the man's cloth bag in the cabinet. The big fat man dumped everything on the floor. His brushes and papers were scattered on the floor, and the ink bottle rolled to his feet.
The fat man chuckled, unscrewed the cap of the ink bottle, and poured it into the sewer.
Then he unbuttoned his pants and peed into a bottle, then tightened the lid.
Dou Sprout touched me and said that this fat guy is really fucking bad, worse than you.
I said don't worry, get dressed and go back quickly.
Just as we were about to leave, the man nicknamed Xi'an Poet suddenly came back. When he saw the cabinet opened and everything scattered on the ground, he turned to look around.
"What are you looking at? I did it!"
"Poet, look at how your ink is doing. The latest model I developed for you uses my fat man's ink. I guarantee that your business will be prosperous, haha!"
In an instant, several people around him started laughing too.
The man got dressed, unscrewed his ink bottle and looked at it, but said nothing.
When he reached the door of the bathhouse, he suddenly stopped. Then he unscrewed the ink bottle, waved his hand, and threw it at the big fat man.
The aim was very high and hit the big fat man directly on the head.
