I make a living solving crimes.

Chang Wei led a few of the little ones to see everyone off at the entrance of the alley, and followed the smell to the entrance of the state-owned restaurant.

"Uncle, I'm hungry."

The little girl hugged Chang Wei's arm and muttered.

Chang Wei was also hungry. He hadn't eaten since he traveled through time last night.

He didn't remember what he had eaten last night, but it was all watery. He also had a fight with someone, so he must be starving now.

Money is the courage of a hero. With five dollars in hand, Chang Wei swaggered into the state-owned restaurant.

"Waiter, please give me four bowls of fresh meat dumplings."

"How much?"

"Two taels, maybe."

"I have a ticket, but I don't."

"Uh...what tickets?"

"What tickets are you talking about? Food tickets!"

"No no."

"No ticket, 40 cents a bowl."

Chang Wei did the math in his mind: pork is 78 cents a pound, flour is 18 cents, and two ounces of dumplings cost 19 cents, so charging 40 cents is a fair price.

Chang Wei didn't dare to care about the cashier's attitude because someone in her family had died, and quickly handed over the five yuan.

After getting the change, he went to the kitchen window and handed in the sign. The four of them gathered around a table and waited anxiously.

When his grandfather was still alive in his previous life, he always mentioned that in 58 he went to the city and ate at a state-owned restaurant that did not require a ticket. Chang Wei always thought that the old man was remembering it wrong, but he didn't expect that now he really didn't need a ticket.

He raised his head and looked around, but couldn't find the famous quote that would horrify future generations, so he didn't know if it was true.

"Young masters and young ladies, are you still waiting for me to serve them to you?"

A big greasy head popped out of the kitchen window and yelled in Chang Wei's direction, scaring the three little ones.

Chang Wei took the little kid and quickly ran to get the bowl.

Don’t be angry, don’t be angry, you will get beaten if you get angry.

It's ridiculous. He was just chatting and laughing with the director of the street office, but now he is being scolded like a dog by a cook.

Snore...

Snore...

"Brother, dumplings are delicious."

"Brother, I have never eaten such delicious dumplings in my life."

The little brat and the yellow-haired girl held the big bowl, put their faces into it, and ate without hesitation.

"Seven years old is all you need for your whole life?" Chang Wei rolled his eyes at the yellow-haired girl, endured the hunger and fed the little girl on his lap, and took the opportunity to eat two for himself while she was chewing.

"Uncle, the dumplings are good."

The little girl was smiling happily while eating.

The service quality of state-owned restaurants is poor these days, but the quality of food is really high. If they say they are serving fresh meat dumplings, they won’t just serve cabbage.

Finally, he drank the soup and smacked his lips, still unsatisfied. When he looked up, he saw two pairs of big blinking eyes opposite him.

Oh, I was careless.

Now one catty is still sixteen taels, and it will be changed next year.

These two taels of dumplings were completely digested before they even reached the duodenum.

After further calculation, the cost of making two taels of dumplings is only 1.2 cents, and I only get 40 cents for selling them to myself...

No wonder they don’t want tickets.

Chang Wei took out a dollar and twenty cents and threw it on the table, then said to the kid, "Third brother, go buy three more bowls."

The little girl is not even three years old yet, so she should be full.

When I turned around, I saw the little girl pouting as if she was about to cry.

Oh, four bowls!

He found another forty cents from his trouser pocket.

After eating and drinking, the four of them came out of the state-owned restaurant and went to the supply and marketing cooperative not far away. Chang Wei went in for a stroll, then sat in a row with the three little ones on the steps in front of the supply and marketing cooperative, waiting for him to finish his cigarette.

He really didn't know before that in 1958, you didn't need a ticket to buy cigarettes. Daqianmen cigarettes were yuan a pack, and matches were cents.

There is no filter.

I didn't expect to be able to buy it, but when I asked, they gave it to me.

Actually, he wanted to buy Zhonghua cigarettes, but it turned out that first-grade cigarettes had to be registered with a work ID, so only professors or engineers could buy them, except for officials.

Well, now Zhonghua doesn’t have filters either.

Looking at the hustle and bustle on the street with melancholy, Chang Wei exhaled the smoke in his mouth, and then spit out a few tobacco shreds with a "Puh".

His impression of this era comes more from movies, TV dramas or the Internet.

The sky was blue and cloudless, making the buildings seem even lower. When you looked up, you could hardly see any buildings higher than two stories high.

The streets are wide, with few vehicles, and the round front of the bus is very modern.

Bicycles were traveling openly on the motor vehicle lane. There was no traffic light at the intersection. Only a traffic policeman in a blue uniform with white sleeves stood in the middle directing traffic.

Pedestrians are not in a hurry. When they meet acquaintances, they will stop and greet them enthusiastically and chat for a few minutes. The colors of their clothes are very monotonous, mostly blue, black and gray. You can guess their occupation from their clothes.

Alas, it’s too early to travel through time!

Chang Wei threw away the cigarette butt, put the cigarette box tightly in his trouser pocket, picked up the little girl and walked home.

Go back and get beaten first.

Yang Min lived up to everyone's expectations and stood at the gate, waiting, eyebrows raised, face as gloomy as water, and stretched out his palm to touch Chang Wei's ear, "Not afraid of sacrifice, right? Go forward bravely, right?"

Chang Wei quickly begged for mercy, "Mom, mom, I was wrong."

Yang Min's voice was already choked with sobs. She didn't dare to say anything just now because there were so many people around. Now she was scared when she thought about it. She cursed and cried, "Do you know how dangerous it is? If something happens to you again, how can I live?"

What Chang Wei feared most was his mother crying. He was no longer as high-spirited as before when facing the government officials. Xiao Yi said, "I know, I know, mother, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again."

Honor is not important to Yang Min at all. She only cares about the safety of her children.

Chang Wei smiled and dared not move, feeling the deep maternal love in his ears. The heartless little girl even imitated Yang Min and twisted Chang Wei's other ear with her little hand to help her grandmother vent her anger.

After all, nothing really happened. Yang Min cursed a few words and got Chang Wei's guarantee, so she just wanted to teach her son a lesson.

Her husband is dead, and her son is now her only spiritual support. If it happens again, she doesn't know if she can still survive.

Chang Wei had just breathed a sigh of relief after finally escaping this disaster when he saw his mother frowning, staring at the little girl for a while, then reaching out to touch her belly and wipe her greasy lips.

Chang Wei suddenly felt that he might die today.

"Where's the money?"

"what money?"

"Director Chen gave you five dollars."

"Eh...eh...I remembered putting it in my pocket."

Chang Wei held the little girl in one hand and pretended to grope in his trouser pocket with the other hand. He turned his body back and forth, his eyes searching the ground, as if he wanted to ask the ant where he had stolen his money.

Yang Min watched his performance coldly, with no ripples in her heart, her eyes roaming in the direction of the fire tongs.

The yellow-haired girl hid behind a pillar and poked her head out to watch Chang Wei's performance. She sighed silently. There was no emotion in her performance, only technique.

The little brat rushed forward to rescue her, "Mom, actually I was hungry, and my brother felt sorry for me, so he took us to eat fresh meat dumplings. We each ate two bowls, and they were delicious."

"tasty?"

"Ah."

The three little ones nodded vigorously together.

“I ate two big bowls.”

“I have never eaten such delicious dumplings in my life.”

"Grandma, there's some meat."

After hearing this, Mother Chang looked at the little kids with pity, touched the little girl's cheek, and said with a smile: "If it tastes good, grandma will make you more tomorrow."

"Hello, grandma. How about the meat dumplings?"

The little girl hugged Chang Wei's neck, clapped her hands and laughed.

Just as Chang Wei was about to laugh, he got hit hard on the butt.

It turns out that love is given to others, and the one who gets hurt is always the boss.

Chang Wei threw the little girl towards me and ran out of the yard.