Mr. Qiu's small courtyard is at the entrance of an alley, next to a breakfast stall, and beyond is a bus stop. However, this is a slum area. Most people do not have formal jobs, and there are very few people who take the bus to work.
But I don’t know why, but the business of this breakfast stall is particularly booming. Although there are not many people on the tables, there are quite a few people waiting in line, and many people buy and take away.
Anyway, it was okay, so Jun Xiaojun lined up here. It was not too early when he came, so when he waited, there were only a few people left here.
"Young man, you are new here, what are you planning to order?" The boss looked at Jun Xiaojun and greeted him enthusiastically.
There are two thermos buckets on the long table in front of you, containing millet porridge and soy milk respectively. Next to it is a large bamboo basket with fried dough sticks in it. Beside the table is a steamed bun basket, and drawers of steamed buns are being cooked from there.
The pot is taken away immediately after being paid.
"Bring me two drawers of steamed buns and a bowl of porridge."
Jun Xiaojun picked up what the boss handed over, found an empty seat nearby and sat down. He picked up a small steamed bun and tried to take a bite. He immediately felt that his appetite was whetted, and he finished the two steamed buns in three strokes.
All solved. I didn’t expect the Xiao Long Bao here to be so delicious. He said with some unfinished thoughts:
"Boss, your Xiao Long Bao is pretty good. No wonder so many people line up to buy it!"
The boss was very happy when he heard someone complimenting his steamed buns. He said proudly: "This is a skill passed down from my ancestors. Several generations of my family have been doing this."
"Awesome, no wonder it's so delicious." Jun Xiaojun praised sincerely.
At this time, the person at the table next to him interrupted and said: "That's right, Lao Song's buns are absolutely useless. Many rich people will come here and queue up to buy them."
It turns out that this chubby bun shop owner in his fifties is named Song, and his buns are indeed delicious. Xiaolongbao is Jun Xiaojun’s favorite. Everywhere he goes, he will try the local buns and even cook them.
The food here is just delicious.
Baozi really didn't say anything. He glanced around and seemed to remember something. Jun Xiaojun asked curiously: "The business is so booming, how much does this basket of buns cost?".
"A basket of steamed buns costs three yuan, and millet porridge and bean juice are free." Lao Song replied with a smile.
Three yuan! This is too cheap. Today, when prices are skyrocketing, where can you find steamed buns that cost three yuan a basket, and they are still such delicious steamed buns?
Hearing that such delicious steamed buns only cost three yuan a basket, Jun Xiaojun couldn't help but said: "Say boss, isn't the price you set a bit low? I see many people queuing up to buy it. Since it's not
If you’re worried about selling, why don’t you set the price higher?”
"The residents here are not very well-off. If the price is set high, they will not be able to eat. At this price, people nearby can still afford it. As long as you want to eat my xiaolongbao, just queue up. We have to stay
Something that cannot be bought with money." Lao Song said calmly.
Keep some things that cannot be bought with money. He is using his craftsmanship and persistence to defend the last shred of dignity of the poor.
He is so good at craftsmanship but is willing to live in poverty and insist on selling steamed buns in the slums. It seems that Lao Song is also a man with a story.
Jun Xiaojun watched all this with great emotion, thinking that when he was in the army, they were so persistent and dedicated. For the faith in their hearts, he and his comrades used blood and sacrifice to protect the country. But now they have
The country that we are trying our best to protect has developed a disease. The vast number of people who are supposed to be the masters of the country are living a hard life, and more and more social wealth is controlled by a few rich people.
Dedication and sacrifice are the bounden duty of soldiers, but now what they sacrifice everything to protect is not the happiness of the people, but the extravagant desires of a very small number of people. If this phenomenon is allowed to develop, I am afraid those sacrifices will really become meaningless.
significance.
Although he is no longer in the army now, Jun Xiaojun's heart is still so painful that he almost sheds tears when he thinks of those comrades who have sacrificed their lives. When he thinks about everything, his mood becomes very heavy, and he wants to change everything, but suddenly he
do not know what to do.
"Young man has a good appetite. Are you not full yet? Why don't you bring out the steamed buns again?"
Lao Song's words interrupted Jun Xiaojun's meditation. When did he become so worried about the country and the people? Jun Xiaojun shook his head and thought with a bitter smile. He was an orphan abandoned by his parents. Why should he think about these messy things?
, these troubles will naturally be dealt with by the big guys in the capital.
Subconsciously, he was still brooding over the fact that his parents had abandoned him. In fact, this was human nature. Especially when he saw the jade pendant he carried with him, he felt even more uncomfortable.
That piece of jade pendant is obviously very valuable, which means that his family background should be very prominent, so it is impossible to abandon him because he is poor and has no other choice. Why give birth to him if you don’t want yourself? Finally, he was thrown into the mountains and released.
What does it mean to wear this jade pendant?
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