Fisherwoman: After my divorce, I became rich by fishing at sea

The trains of the 1980s were generally similar to the green-skinned trains that still exist decades later.

Fu Wan and Fu Ming walked through the crowded crowd before they found the sleeper car.

There are fewer people in the sleeper car than in the hard seat car, but only slightly fewer.

I couldn't count how many times I asked for permission, and the two of them took a lot of effort to find their own berths while carrying their luggage.

Perhaps because it was just the beginning of autumn, the berths were still covered with cool mats. The only lights in the stuffy carriage were a few small fans on the roof. Many passengers sat in the aisle seats and opened the windows for some fresh air.

Fortunately, their seats were not taken by anyone else. Fu Wan sat on her bunk. A breeze blew in from the window, making her feel refreshed. She felt like she was alive again.

This long journey has just begun.

Night had fallen at this time. Fu Wan and Fu Ming had just found their seats when, with a scream from the passengers on the train, the overhead lights were turned off with a "click".

There were no mobile phones to kill time at this time, so Fu Wan and Fu Ming simply closed their eyes and went to sleep.

Fortunately, the two were still young and fell asleep immediately. Many tourists who couldn't sleep sat on the small stools in the aisle and chatted quietly.

When Fu Wan woke up, it was just dawn and the train was still swaying forward.

It was already daybreak when Fu Ming woke up. He initially found it strange that the trees outside were constantly receding as the train moved forward, and the scenery was completely different from that of Fujia Village.

However, this excitement did not last in the capital. As the sky gradually darkened, the conductor shouted, "We have arrived in the capital. Comrades going to the capital, prepare to get off the train!"

We are here already?!

Fu Wan and Fu Ming climbed down from the berth and found that their backs and waists were sore. They were more tired than going out to sea.

The sleeper berth is so painful, and the hard seat is even more painful.

The two of them got off the train with their luggage and stood in the unfamiliar station. Fu Ming looked at the pedestrians coming and going in a hurry, and couldn't help feeling a little hesitant.

"Awan, where are we going to Pan? How do we get there?"

Fu Wan looked around and said, "It's already night, let's find a place to stay first!"

Fortunately, there was a guesthouse next to the train station, so Fu Wan took Fu Ming and walked there.

Fu Ming was carrying the luggage and a large cloth bag made by Ye Xiaocui on his back, which contained ambergris.

The receptionist at the guesthouse was a pretty girl. She didn't seem disgusted to see Fu Wan and Fu Ming looking so disheveled. She must have been used to seeing the look of tourists coming out of the train station.

"Comrade, please provide two single rooms."

The receptionist flipped through the notebook in her hand and nodded in agreement, "There are private rooms. Please give me your ID."

Fu Wan took out a wrapped plastic bag from her cloth bag, which contained letters of introduction for her and her brother.

The receptionist took the letter of introduction and asked in confusion before even opening it: "Comrade, where are you from? Don't you have ID cards?"

ID card, such a strange yet familiar word. In a trance, Fu Wan thought she had returned to the modern era.

It’s still 1985, and there are already ID cards?

It seems that she is still not very experienced.

Fu Ming was confused as he listened nearby. "ID card? What ID card?"

"Comrade, is this letter of introduction not acceptable?"

He was a little scared. If the letter of introduction was not valid, not only would they be sent back, but they would also be arrested as vagrants.

The young comrade shook his head and carefully examined the letter of introduction. As he registered their information, he said, "A letter of introduction is also acceptable, but ID cards are now popular in Beijing, and they're much more convenient."

It really deserves to be the capital, as people have ID cards so early on.

However, Fu Wan was still a little curious, "Comrade, what does this ID card look like?"

The female comrade saw that Fu Wan was pretty and her clothes were neat and clean, and Fu Ming next to her also had clear eyes, so it was obvious that he was not a bad person.

She pulled out a leaflet from the Public Security Bureau from the drawer next to her. "This is from our Public Security Bureau for ID card processing. You can take a look!"

Fu Ming took the flyer and was very curious.

"Awan, there's a photo and a name on it."

Fu Wan took a closer look. This first-generation ID card looked no different from those in later generations. It contained the name, address, and photo of the holder.

What is different from later generations is the material of the card. This first generation of ID card is made of a small piece of card paper with a plastic seal on the outside.

The back of the ID card clearly states "Chinese Resident ID Card", and the front has a black and white photo and a bright red Public Security Bureau seal.

What surprised Fu Wan even more was that the name, address and other information on it were all handwritten.

"Awan, let's get one when we get home. This thing is so cool."

"Do it, do it, and ask when you get back."

Look at his strange look. The comrades at the front desk were all laughing, but he was completely unaware.

Only then did Fu Ming realize that he had made a fool of himself and could only touch his head and laugh awkwardly.

Fortunately, the young comrade completed the registration quickly. Fu Wan took the room card, thanked him, and then walked upstairs to the room with Fu Ming.

This was Fu Wan's first time staying in a guesthouse after her rebirth. As expected of the capital, the guesthouse was clean and tidy. She taught Fu Ming how to open the door with the room card, then carried her things into her room.

Their dinner consisted of the pancakes that Ye Xiaocui had prepared earlier and the half-dried prawns that Fu Wan had dried.

Fu Wan had a simple meal and took her clothes to the public bathroom in the guesthouse to wash up. When she returned to her room, she felt sleepy and slept until dawn.

The next morning, the two of them went out with ambergris on their backs.

After walking a few steps, they passed by a breakfast stall. Seeing that it was still early, Fu Wan pulled Fu Ming to find an empty table and sit down.

"Boss, two bowls of tofu pudding and two spring rolls!"

Fu Wan had been to Beijing in her previous life and loved spring rolls and salty tofu pudding the most.

As soon as Fu Ming sat down, he saw an old man next to him drinking a bowl of something.

When the old man saw Fu Ming's curious look, he knew that he was a foreigner.

Still a curious outsider.

I immediately started to want to tease him.

He took a big gulp of the contents of his bowl, then sighed with enjoyment.

What kind of delicacy is this? It tastes so good!

Fu Ming was puzzled. Although the bowl looked dusty, he felt that the enjoyment on the old man's face did not seem to be fake.

"Awan, let's try what the old man is drinking!"

What kind of strange thing is Fu Wantang? He turned his head and looked at his brother with an indescribable expression.

"Are you sure you want to drink this?"

Fu Ming nodded, and Fu Wan sighed. If she wanted to jump into the pit, then it was not her fault!

"Boss, another bowl of soy milk!"

Fu Ming didn't realize that Fu Wan could call out the names of these things he had never seen before. His mind and eyes were filled with the various foods in the hands of the busy boss not far away.

Fortunately, the boss was quick and efficient, and brought Fu Wan what she wanted in no time.

Fu Ming picked up the bowl of bean juice and was about to put it in his mouth when he asked Fu Wan, "Awan, do you want some?"

Fu Wan shook her head decisively, and Fu Ming immediately took a gulp impatiently.

"Si...yue?!"