The fire rose into the sky, and the thick smoke was blown by the north wind, floating away obliquely.

In November this year, the city government designated a commercial development zone near Chenghuang Temple by the municipal government. The demolition plan has been carried out in the past few years. A part of the street next door has been demolished, and the remaining houses have been demolished, which is only a matter of time before.

Except for some older people who have feelings for the old houses they have lived in for decades, other young people do not feel uncomfortable about this.

Nowadays, residents still simply believe that the land belongs to the state, and as long as they provide subsidies and houses, they can only buy subsidies and houses. They can also take advantage of the old houses and do not realize how valuable their land will be in the future.

Occasionally, I would encounter several nail households. After a conversation about the great rejuvenation of the nation, I would talk about how sad the great men were about this practice. I would give two or three extra small amounts of money and move away.

Therefore, the residents of Shanghai Stock Exchange who were demolished in the 1990s did not afford any benefits, but because the houses they were assigned were constantly appreciation, they were still richer than people in other places.

The smoke from the burning house in Chenghuang Temple had already floated to Han Xuan. Perhaps knowing that the place was beyond help, firefighters from all directions began to demolish the houses near Yuyuan so that the fire could not affect this historic old garden.

An old man sat on a stone pier, crossed his legs, grabbed the erhu with his hands, and pulled up the "Erquan Yingyue".

The voice is gentle and moving, perhaps because the old house where you have lived for decades has been burned, so you feel it. With a compassionate expression on your face, there is an inexplicable emotion in the string sound.

Gabriel and his friends saw this Chinese musical instrument for the first time. The principle is similar to that of violins, but the workmanship is a little rough, the race is different, but the emotions are the same, so they can also feel the sadness.

With a roar in the distance, the erhu sound stopped. The old man was angry and pointed at the other side and laughed at the little red man.

What followed was the sound of selling popcorn.

Han Xuan looked at Bai Wu. The thing like a small steel cannon hadn't seen it for a long time. He walked over and squatted down and handed him two dollars, "I want rice, don't have corn."

"Okay! I'll make it again, some people have bought these, you wait!"

The middle-aged man wiped his dark hands, picked up the iron cup after work, dug out a full cup of rice from the bag, then poured out some saccharin from the small medicine bottle, and put them in the dark

In the gourd pressure cooker.

Close the valve, put it on the stove and started to sway it with your hands. He pulled the bellows with his other hand and fanned it. He didn't stop for a moment, and was choked by the smoke and coughed.

The old Chinese popcorn machine has an extremely domineering full name: the cannon hand-crank popcorn machine.

The rhythm creaked when he turned, but in just a few minutes, he stopped, stood up, bent down and took a long, fine net bag like a fishing net, and put it on a small steel cannon.

Han Xuan quickly retreated a few meters back and covered his ears. Jason and Irving were very interested and learned according to his movements.

The master found an iron rod and put it on the valve. The next second, it was a bang! The white mist evaporated!

The children around them laughed happily.

The rice sprayed out from the net pocket has been gaining twice when I entered, and the rice smells very good.

The middle-aged master found a kraft paper bag, picked up the net bag and shook it, untied the rope in front, and put two bags before he finished.

Han Xuan held a bag, grabbed the fried rice and stuffed it into his mouth. It still tasted the same, crispy and a little sweet.

Another bag was divided by Gabriel and the others. They ate a lot of food tonight.

The average salary of residents in Shanghai is 471 yuan, and these people have eaten more than 300 yuan. However, if the average salary is useful, there will be not so many people struggling with food and clothing. Now most people in Shanghai are less than 400 yuan.

In the exquisite wooden cage, there was a fat magpies. They should be relatives to penguins, both with black bodies and white belly, and with long tails.

The door of the cage was open, and an old man was teasing it with a straw stick. This kind of bird would recognize its owner after a long time, and would not run around, so it was easy to raise.

It tilted its head and looked at Han Xuan, jumped on the ground and ran over quickly.

When Han Xuan saw the magpie standing on his shoes, he smiled and grabbed a small handful of fried rice and fed it, touching the magpie's smooth body. The old man was afraid that someone would step on it, so he smiled and guarded it nearby.

Several women dressed as landlady, took advantage of the situation and moved a square table out, started to shuffle and play mahjong, yelling to go to Yuyuan to make do with one night, and fight until dawn...

The old house burned very slowly, and I don’t know what inferior building materials were used, and some black smoke smelled bad.

Han Xuan couldn't remember how much food he ate at night. Anyway, he felt that he would vomit if he ate any more. He threw the kraft paper bag at Irving, and then said to Gabriel, "Let's go, we're back."

"The car parked on the other side of the road. How can it pass when the fire is on? I don't know the road."

"Look for it, keep the road, and walk around"

At around 9 o'clock in the evening, the Shanghai Stock Exchange in the early 1990s had the first nightlife.

Neon signs are flashing, and a trailer of "The True Lies" is posted at the entrance of the cinema. It will not be officially released next year.

This is the first American blockbuster film introduced by China. The erotic dance of black lace has allowed the people of China to experience the corruption of the bourgeoisie.

Agent Schwarzenegger's high-tech work has given the illusion that the American Imperial technology is invincible, and has directly had a fatal impact on China's closed film industry.

In a despised but envious mentality, people went to the cinema again and again just to watch the erotic dance in just a few minutes...

When I returned to the hotel and went upstairs, I found that the old man and grandfather had an ice bag on their heads.

Grandpa Guo Muzhou was holding a trash can, ready to vomit at any time, his face turned red, and he was breathing heavily under the influence of alcohol.

Han Xuan immediately smiled, took off his coat and lay on the sofa, breathing comfortably: "Why do you drink so much?"

"Two tables of people, take turns to drink, you can try it.

They all got a drink and were embarrassed not to drink it. I drank a bottle tonight." The old man said helplessly.

"It's enough for people to come and toast. China has the habit of urging people to drink, and thinks that if you don't drink too much, you just don't drink well.

If you keep drinking, others will definitely continue to pour it. Just say it won’t work, and no one will force you.”

Han Xuan shook his head in a funny way. Most of them used to drink champagne and red wine, but they were not ordinary people after changing to white wine.

"I won't be there next time. I'm really suffering from eating. No one will eat later and I just drink.

Even Mayor Song drank a lot and was carried back."

"I think you're about the same." Han Xuan got up and soaked a pot of tea. He didn't care so much. He tore open the bag containing the tea leaves, poured it into the pot, soaked it in boiling water and it was finished.

Put the cup in front of them, sit cross-legged on the sofa, turn on the TV, and "Hong Xiguan" starring Zhen Zaitan is playing inside.

I didn't have any interest, so I continued to change the channel until I heard a familiar music and sang with the howling of ghosts and wolves: "Gourd baby, gourd baby, seven flowers on a vine, the little vine is my home, la la la la la la la ~

Dingdangdangdongdongdangdang, it’s not big! Dingdangdangdongdongdangdang, it’s my home! Lalalala~”

His grandfather ran to the bathroom with great shame and vomited (to be continued.)
Chapter completed!