Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

The roast duck in the braised oven at Bian Yi Fang is cooked without any open flames. The duck is roasted entirely by the heat from the oven wall. The duck is roasted in this way and has a crispy skin, is fat but not greasy, and has a special aroma.

Tong Dapeng could hardly sit still when he smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen. He was so anxious that he kept scratching his head and cheeks. His restless behavior made people from the other two tables turn around and look at him like they were looking at a monkey.

Qin Dabao was so angry that he glared at him several times, but it was of no use.

"Duck? Whose duck?" A loud shout came from the kitchen window. Qin Dabao hurriedly answered in a hoarse voice and got up to get it from the window.

Oh my god, what a huge tray! On it were two large plates of sliced ​​roast duck, two plates of flatbread, remaining cucumber strips, green onion segments, noodle sauce, and two plates of vegetables. The tray, which was more than half a meter in diameter, was completely filled to the brim.

Qin Dabao curiously leaned in through the window, wanting to catch a glimpse of the loud-mouthed man. With that voice and that confidence, it would be a waste if he didn't sing Peking Opera.

The sturdy man was over seven feet tall. From the back, he had a broad back and strong arms, and weighed about two hundred pounds.

Qin Dabao secretly praised the man and was about to retract his head.

The 'strong man' turned around, staring at Qin Dabao with his eyes wide open, and shouted, "What are you doing?"

He was so frightened that he quickly ducked his head and fled with the tray in his hand.

I put the tray on the table and took two deep breaths to calm my pounding heart.

What the hell! The burly man turned out to be a woman, with a leopard head and round eyes, and the only difference between her and Zhang Fei was a steel beard...

Tong Dapeng didn't pay any attention to him. His eyes were fixed on the roast duck, and he couldn't pull them away. He couldn't wait to pick up a piece of duck meat and put it in his mouth. The duck fat flowed down the corners of his mouth, but he didn't care at all.

Qin Dabao smiled. This bad friend of his had always done his own thing and never cared about other people's surprised looks. However, as a friend of decades, Qin Dabao knew that Tong Dapeng was extremely fragile inside. Ever since the theory of class background came into being, his family had never had a good life. He watched his house being occupied, his father being sent to study classes by the street office every now and then, and he was often bullied at school.

Tong Dapeng had no choice but to clench his fists and beat up everyone who laughed at him. Gradually, his classmates distanced themselves from him and no one wanted to get close to him. This loneliness turned him into a lazy person and a street urchin.

Qin Dabao took the tin kettle out of the hot water, poured a glass of wine and handed it to Tong Dapeng. Tong Dapeng took it without raising his head or eyes, drank it all, and then started eating again.

Qin Dabao slowly spread out the pancake, put cucumber strips and a small piece of green onion on it. The green onion was not spicy but slightly sweet. He evenly spread the sweet bean sauce on it, and then put a piece of roast duck skin on it, rolled it into a small roll, and chewed it slowly.

A long-lost taste filled his taste buds, making Qin Dabao couldn't help but hum.

He is a nostalgic person. He will go to the restaurant he is used to eating at, for example, he will go to Bianyifang for roast duck, Donglaishun for shabu-shabu, and Xiaochangchen for stewed pork.

After finishing the roast duck, Tong Dapeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The ugly eating speed finally slowed down. Qin Dabao poured him a glass of wine. Tong Dapeng finally came to his senses and looked at Qin Dabao in surprise.

"Fuck, buddy, it's only been a few days since we last met, and you're already a completely different person! Under normal circumstances, how could I possibly grab food from you?"

"Get lost." Qin Dabao ate a duck roll and said, "You're still licking my face? You dragged me to go fishing, and then I choked. You left me at home and ran away. Are you still human?"

"Come on, your mother almost chopped me to pieces with an axe, and I didn't run away? Besides, I sent you home, what else do you want from me?"

"Okay, stop looking so aggrieved. It's disgusting."

Tong Dapeng chuckled, came over with a glass of wine in hand, and whispered: "Brother, how did you get the money to treat me to a meal today? Where did you get the money? If you have any good things, please take me with you. I'm so poor now that I have to use a tumbler to wipe my butt."

Qin Dabao punched him and said, "Get out of the way. We're eating."

"Tell me, tell me." Tong Dapeng said with a flattering face.

"Look at you, you traitor and lackey. I'm telling you, I earned this by hunting in the mountains."

"Come on, you're the only one hunting? You can't even beat me."

Qin Dabao blushed. In the past, he really couldn't beat Tong Dapeng. Tong Dapeng had been learning martial arts since he was a child, while he was a latecomer. But now? Even three Tong Dapengs might not be able to beat him.

"Believe it or not," Qin Dabao rolled his eyes and continued eating.

Tong Dapeng was stunned: "Oh my god! Are you really selling hunting for money?"

"Keep your voice down! Do you really have to shout so loud that everyone can hear you?"

Tong Dapeng realized it then, looked around quickly, and lowered his voice excitedly: "Is it you, buddy? If it is, buddy, take me with you next time you go hunting."

Qin Dabao curled his lips: "Virtue."

"Dapeng, I have another reason to drink with you today."

"What's the matter?"

"My second brother and I found you a job, it's pretty much what you need."

"Huh?" Tong Dapeng's chopsticks were almost peeling off. "You... and Second Senior Brother, found me a job?"

"I found a job."

"Is this true?" Tong Dapeng shouted, causing the lady who collected the money to glare at him several times.

"Of course it's true. I'm too lazy to tease you."

"Oh my..." Tong Dapeng didn't know what to say and was completely confused. He didn't recover until the two of them finished their meal and left Bianyifang with the remaining dishes in his hands.

Standing at the door of Bianyifang, Qin Dabao sighed, took out fifty yuan from his schoolbag, stuffed it into Tong Dapeng's hand, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Dapeng, your parents are getting old. We should all grow up and understand things. We should be more considerate of our own parents. With this little money, you can go back and buy some coal and some medicine for your master's wife. She has been coughing for a long time. I have asked someone to buy cotton. I will send it to you as soon as I get it. Okay, I'm leaving now."

Qin Dabao put his hands in his pockets and walked home, leaving Tong Dapeng standing blankly on the street.

After a long while, Tong Dapeng, tears streaming down his face, looked at Qin Dabao as he walked away and murmured, "Thank you...brother."

At this moment, Tong Dapeng seemed to have matured a lot.

. . . . .

Qin Dabao did not go home. He rode his bicycle to the consignment shop. He wanted to buy some antique furniture for the space so that he could sleep in it in the future.

He is now becoming more and more adept at using space.

He discovered that the environment inside and outside the courtyard was different. The crops planted on the black soil outside the courtyard could be harvested every three to four days, and time passed quickly.

But once you enter the courtyard, everything is still. No matter rice, flour, grain, oil, or meat, as long as they are placed in the room of the courtyard, they will not rot and will always remain fresh. This makes him very puzzled. It also makes him always think that his rebirth is like a dream, which is very unreal. He is always afraid of waking up suddenly from the dream and finding that he is still alone.