Chapter Eleven: An Old Friend in a Foreign Land

  Chenghuang Temple Market, at this time did not have the prosperity of later generations, but the people coming and going were indeed not few.

  Fu Xin followed Fan Changhe's footsteps, strolling around the Chengguan Temple Market. This was already the second afternoon of Fu Xin's arrival in Sh. After staying at Fan Changhe's home for a night, Fan Changhe and his family warmly entertained Fu Xin.

  Without much hesitation and without knowing what Fan Changhe did, he didn't find out that he had asked for leave. The next day, he brought Fu Xin to this Chenghuang Temple.

  "Fan Ge, let's go back."

  Jiang Chang and Fan Ge are what Old Master Fan wants to be called, because he wants Fu Xin to call him Old Fan, but Fu Xin calls him Jiang Chang and Fan Shu, which is really not suitable, after all, can't make him younger than his generation.

  After walking around, Fu Xin roughly understood the prices of some goods. After checking the prices, however, he found that he couldn't buy anything because everything here required a ticket to purchase. Since Fu Xin didn't have any tickets, as soon as he learned that tickets were needed to make purchases, his purpose for coming here today immediately changed to mainly just looking at the prices of these goods, and other things would have to be figured out some other way.

  "Let's just go back, my legs are all sore, it's time to take a break." Fan Changhe had actually not wanted to stroll around for a long time, but because Fu Xin was a guest, he didn't do so.

  ……

  "Lao Fan, I want to go out for a bit." In the late afternoon, before it got dark, Fu Xin suddenly felt stifled and uncomfortable sitting at home, wanting to go out for a walk.

  "Go ahead, don't go too far, we'll be having dinner soon." Although I don't know why Fu Xin wants to go out, but since he wants to go out, it's his freedom.

  Out of the Fan family, the sky is gray, the walls are gray, the road surface is gray, even the clothes worn by people passing by on the road are gray, this is a gray era.

  Near the Hongxin Fertilizer Plant, there is no such gray color, perhaps because Jiang Haiyang was a retired soldier, the popular color in the factory is green. In addition, this place must grow some vegetation, otherwise it would be impossible to survive.

  So, near the Hongxin Fertilizer Plant, all that can be seen is a vast expanse of green, and the gray color that Pei Xin sees now is not common.

  "This gray, it's almost coming to an end too. In the future, who knows when we'll have a chance to reminisce again, let's take a good look around while we still can, after this there won't be many opportunities to see such unique scenery." Fu Xin sighed in his heart.

  After wandering around the old Shanghai road for a while, Fu Xin finally discovered several farmers secretly selling eggs. He walked up to one of them who looked honest and had a yellowish complexion, pulled out his money, and prepared to buy not only the eggs but also the bamboo basket they were in.

  Feng Xin came out this time mainly for this reason. Although he had Master's reason, eating and drinking at someone else's house, Feng Xin always felt uneasy. When he returned in the afternoon, he deliberately observed the surroundings and found that there were indeed people who were speculating, so he took the opportunity to come out once.

  This aunt is down-to-earth. Seeing Fu Xin being so generous with his money, she didn't take advantage of him and just charged whatever the price was.

  Fu Xin himself is not rich now, without hesitation, without pretension, just as I said, a basket of eggs, plus the bamboo basket, cost Fu Xin 13.6 yuan and 5 cents, which made Fu Xin can't help but sigh about the future, the world is getting worse, people's hearts are no longer ancient! Look at people now, so simple! Not willing to take an extra cent.

  He didn't think about it, what era is this, dare to overcharge you? What if you don't want it, then go report to the official, won't they rush to jail for a few years? Some officials are like this, he clearly knows your existence, everyone knows, but no one mentions it, and you don't make trouble, they won't care. Otherwise, can these trivial matters be managed?

  Fu Xin is a great guy, but sometimes he does something stupid. For example, now, I don't know what's so good about studying raw eggs, he took two in his hands, brought them to his nose and deeply inhaled the refreshing fragrance emitted from them.

  It's really fragrant? Don't go spreading this nonsense outside, it's embarrassing! Clearly there's a smell of chicken poop left behind by the hen when she laid eggs, okay?!

  Maybe putting a raw egg under your nose and imagining it's going up is quite elegant, if there's also a photographer next to you taking this scene, it seems very picturesque, like a 358 million-dollar shot.

  It's just unknown whether the hen left some shit on this egg for you.

  This is like lying on the railroad tracks to take a photo, with a clear and cold surrounding, the extension of the rail, the rustling trees around, rendering it down, if you add that the owner of the photo is a beauty, the photo taken is really very artistic, very picturesque, simply an artist.

  There are really people who dare to sacrifice for art! The protagonist in the photo didn't consider at all, on the railroad tracks, when the train passes by, won't it discharge passengers' excrement? Is the railroad track under his body definitely clean...

  People, it's better to be simpler, when you think too much, beautiful things seem to lose their beauty.

  In poetry, the moon is beautiful. "When will the bright moon be, asking the blue sky with wine." "Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of hometown." ... These poems triggered people's endless reverie about the moon, but thinking too much, when exploring the shadow of the moon, only to find that there are just some pits on the moon. Now it seems that this bright moon is actually just a dream.

  ……

  It's time to get off work, the quiet Old Humin Road is also becoming lively, traffic jam, this seemingly distant thing happened right in front of him.

  It's really a traffic jam, can't you see? Look, up ahead, aren't those rows of bicycles stopped and not moving? On the bicycles, people are crowded together.

  It turns out that this traffic jam is not exclusive to motor vehicles. Bicycles, which are small in size and highly agile, can also cause congestion when there are too many of them!

  The characteristic of China is that there are many people, and with a large population comes great power. If it weren't for the fact that major events that are about to or are currently happening will bring about huge changes in a few decades, how could we achieve anything? We want everything in foreigners' hands to be written with "Made in China", don't we? This must be achieved with a large population!

  It looks like there's been an accident! With this curiosity, Fu Xin hurriedly walked forward to see what had happened. He was also one of the onlookers who loved to watch a scene.

  Fu Xin had grasped the hearts of these people, he knew that they liked to watch excitement and nothing more, if you let them do something else, they would stand aside.

  "Come on! Come on! Let me through! I've got a basket of eggs in my hands, if you crush them, I'll make you pay for it!" It's unclear who was pushing whom, but Pei Xin used this "cheap trick" to squeeze his way in. Sure enough, it worked like a charm - as soon as they heard about compensation, they shifted their positions and made way for Pei Xin.

  "Good grief, I thought it was something!"

  Fu Xin was very disappointed, there wasn't a single drop of blood at the scene, let alone any casualties. It turned out to be a chubby middle-aged man who had just bought a new car and was scolding and grieving after it broke down!

  "What's so good about it? It's just a broken chain, right? Just put it back on and that's it! I thought there was an accident or something! Let's go...". Fu Xin muttered to himself as he prepared to head back, the sky was already darkening, perhaps the Fan family was waiting for him to return home for dinner.

  "Hey, I'm telling you, little comrade, I don't like hearing this kind of talk. What do you mean by 'just put it on and that's it'? You're capable, or else get out!" The middle-aged man had sharp ears and caught Pinyin's muttering.

  "Hey young man, don't talk big, if it's that easy to install, wouldn't someone have done it already? Why do we need everyone gathered here trying to figure it out?" A worker in his fifties, about the same age as Fu Zhenbang, kindly reminded him.

  I forgot to pay, what a mantra. At that time, the quality of bicycles was excellent, but installing the chain was not easy. Unlike later generations, who would simply put the chain on the gear and turn it a couple of times to restore it.

  It's really not working out now, mainly because the chain is too tight. If you force it to turn a few more circles with the gear, it might even break the chain!

  It wasn't until then that he thought of it, and couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed, however, the big words had already been spoken, and the people around him were all staring at him, if he just walked away like this, it would really be too embarrassing, so he could only force himself to go up.

  He even spent his own money to buy some parts and successfully made a strange-looking but rideable bicycle. During that time, he not only made a bicycle, but also gained some skills and experience. Now facing this difficulty, maybe he really has a way out.

  He quickly made a new move, reached into the gear cover that had been removed, fiddled with it for a while, then turned the pedal backwards and suddenly it was installed. It's very magical, but this is indeed an experience gained by Fang Xin through trial and error.

  The middle-aged fat man was very happy and immediately pulled out a rag from under the car seat to wipe off the oil stain, with a pretty good attitude.

  "Hey young man, I can tell from your accent that you're from Xijiang Province, and probably from around the provincial capital." said the middle-aged fat man suddenly.

  Moved to a new home, indeed, it's actually closer to the provincial city than the city itself, and the accent is also more similar to the provincial city's accent. And these two places are not under the jurisdiction of the same municipal government!

  There's another interesting thing, the county and city where Fu Xinjia is located are both named Yicheng, but his home is not in the municipal government of Yicheng. This can only be said that Fu Xinjia is a freak! Not being the location of the municipal government, it's also not the city center, but from another perspective, it's closer to the provincial capital and has more prospects, which is also pretty good!

  "Really? I'm from Yicheng. What's up?" Fuxin was somewhat surprised, the accent of this man in front of him didn't sound like a local!

  "Haha, it turns out we're fellow villagers after all. I'm from Yicheng too." The middle-aged fat man looked very happy to run into an old acquaintance, and he stretched out his hand to shake hands with Fu Xin.

  In fact, his new accent isn't heavy at all, just imagine how standard this guy's Mandarin pronunciation is.

  "Maybe he's a radio host?" Fuxin thought to herself.