Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Binhai is a city in Dongshan Province. It is close to the sea. As soon as you get off the train, you can smell a strong smell of the sea. Cheng Yuntian’s hometown is in Dongshan Province, close to Binhai City.

So when he arrived in Binhai, it was like returning home.

Dabao was the most understanding person. He first found a guesthouse to stay in. The letter of introduction they had was issued by the Beijing City Supply and Marketing Cooperative, and they were buyers.

This identity is relatively reliable. Four young people, if you say they are the investigation team, people will not believe it? Moreover, this time Dabao decided to adopt a one-open and one-cover approach, investigating at the same time.

Of course it was Jin Hai who was in charge in public, and Dabao was the one who led these people in secret, as well as Tong Liang and others who went undercover at the 108 Shipyard first.

Dabao gave Cheng Yuntian three days off and asked him to go back to his hometown to visit relatives. If there was anything, he could call the guesthouse.

Cheng Yuntian was happy. He had been in the army for five years and had only been home once. After he was demobilized, he had not come back because he was too busy. This time, he could work and visit his family at the same time without any delay.

The train was bumpy all the way and all three of them were extremely tired. Even though they were staying in sleeper berths, how could they get a good rest on the train?

The three of them didn't even have a meal and fell into a deep sleep. When Dabao woke up, it was already dusk.

When Dabao arrived at the next room, he saw that Sun Qian and his partner were sleeping soundly, so he did not wake them up. After a quick wash, Dabao left the guesthouse.

Binhai is a city with a long history. Looking up, you can see European and Japanese-style buildings. This is because Binhai was once occupied by Germany and Japan.

Dabao looked around and saw a restaurant with a sign hanging on the left side of the street, which meant it was open for business.

Dongshan cuisine has always been famous for its rich oil and red sauce, which suits Dabao's taste as he doesn't like the light Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine.

This is actually a state-owned restaurant with four doors, which is very rare. It proves that the food here is very unique.

As soon as we arrived at the restaurant, the aroma of food hit us and Dabao's stomach started to growl.

He walked in. This state-owned restaurant was a one- and two-story structure, decorated in an antique style. He didn't know what the second floor looked like.

There were seven or eight square tables on the first floor, and they were almost all occupied. It seemed that the economic environment in Binhai was quite good, and so many people could afford to eat out.

Dabao found a table in the corner and sat down. Dongshan people are generous and enthusiastic, and like places with many people. This corner is indeed a bit remote, so no one likes to sit there.

Dabao didn't care. He took a set of bowls and chopsticks and put them on the table, which meant that the table was occupied and it was a new society now.

There are no waiters anymore. The waiters are all earning salaries, so who would still do the job of serving people?

Nowadays, the most that waiters in restaurants do is to wait for customers to finish eating and clear the table, and that is considered completing their task.

Of course, in a big restaurant like Beijing Fengze Garden, waiters still have to bring all the dishes to the customers, because many of the customers are leaders.

The waiter doesn't even dare to act arrogantly in front of the leading cadres.

The menu was hanging on the wall, a blackboard. Dabao took a look and was surprised to see quite a few dishes listed, including sweet and sour carp, nine-turn large intestine, scallion-fried sea cucumber, fried crispy double-fried fish, four-happiness meatballs, Weishan Lake fermented fish, and the staple food was Fushan noodles.

This is a specialty of Binhai. The handmade ramen is paired with seafood sauce, which is both chewy and delicious.

Dabao likes delicious food. Although he doesn’t eat much, he pays the most attention to the first three bites of each dish. This is because Dabao believes that no matter how good the dish is, after the third bite, the rest is just to fill the stomach, not to enjoy the taste.

There was an old lady lying on the counter, calculating on an abacus in boredom. To her, it didn't matter whether there were customers or business, as she was earning a fixed salary anyway.

But there are many advantages to working in a restaurant. In addition to being able to eat some good food, you can also take the leftovers of customers home. However, nowadays no one leaves leftovers, so she is even more lazy to care about these customers.

Dabao walked over and asked, "Auntie, do you have all the dishes written on the blackboard?"

When she heard that his accent was not that of a local, the aunt became more alert. She looked up and her eyes lit up. This young man was so handsome, tall, handsome, and spoke with a Beijing accent.

The old lady smiled and said, "Young man, you are from the capital, right? You are so fair and clean-skinned. People say that the water in the capital is good for health."

Dabao smiled shyly, with a blush on his face.

"Are you still embarrassed, young man? Tell me what you want to eat?"

Dabao was a little embarrassed and pointed to the blackboard.

"I'll take three of each of the dishes above."

"What the hell? So much? Can you eat it all?"

Dabao scratched his head and said, "It's not just me, but also several of my colleagues. We came here by train this afternoon. When we got here, they were so tired that they were still sleeping in the guesthouse. I packed a few portions for them to eat."

The aunt was in a bit of a dilemma. The raw materials for these dishes were in short supply. If she gave them all to him, the restaurant would only be able to sell pancakes with green onions tomorrow.

Dabao was so smart. When he saw that the aunt was a little embarrassed but not completely refusing, he knew what was going on. He grabbed a handful of White Rabbit candies from his pocket and secretly put them on the counter.

The aunt's eyes lit up. This is a good thing. I heard that three candies are equivalent to a glass of milk.

Dabao then said: "Auntie, please help me..."

The auntie looked embarrassed and didn't dare to accept the White Rabbit candy. Dabao whispered,

"Auntie, I'll give you national food coupons, is that okay?"

The aunt was delighted when she heard this. You know, food coupons are more useful than money now, and they can even be used to buy oil. She immediately shouted,

"Manager, manager, please come here quickly."

The aunt's voice drowned out all the chattering sounds, and then a lazy voice sounded from the second floor.

"Sister Wang, with your voice, it would be a waste if you don't participate in the singing competition?"

Following the sound, a man in his forties with a big belly staggered down from the second floor.

"What's going on? Someone ate without paying?"

The aunt curled her lips.

"Hey, Big Landmine, you're even more timid than a rat. Why are you pretending to be a gangster? Before liberation, those hooligans often came to our restaurant to eat and drink for free. When did you ever dare to intervene?"

You don’t have that kind of belly, but you still want to eat sickle heads? Come here quickly! "

This fat guy really couldn't afford to offend Aunt Wang. This restaurant belonged to him before liberation. In the past few years, the public and private sectors were merged and the chefs and waiters were transferred to formal workers. He, the former boss, also became the manager.

In the past, he was in charge of wages and everyone in the store listened to him. Now everyone is on an equal footing and few people take him seriously.

So the fat guy always wants to say something weird to show his presence, but he always gets punched in the face...

As the fat man walked next to Dabao, he looked extremely huge. He was the second fattest person Dabao had ever seen in his life. The first one was of course the head of the personnel department of the steel mill.

The fat man looked at Dabao, then turned to Aunt Wang and said,

"Sister Wang, what's up? I'm upstairs having tea. I just made it."

Aunt Wang looked at the customers and saw that no one was paying attention to them. She hurriedly whispered,

"Big mine, this young man said he wants to buy three of each of our dishes..."

She lowered her voice again and said,

"The young man said, give us national food coupons."

The fat man's eyes lit up, he turned around with great effort, looked at Dabao and whispered,

"Are you really going to give us national food coupons? How much?"

Dabao was a little puzzled. Was it worth trying to get hold of some national food coupons like a spy?

"Fifty kilograms, price is extra, I'll buy as much as I can."

The fat man counted on his fingers.

"I'll give you four of each, plus you'll have to pay twenty dollars, okay?"

Dabao readily took out twenty yuan and fifty kilograms of national food coupons and handed them to Aunt Wang.

"Auntie, I still need to buy a few lunch boxes. Could you please run for me?"

The fat man waved his hand.

"Don't buy a lunch box. I have food boxes here. I'll give you two and you can just leave. I'll give them to you."

Dabao was overjoyed when he heard this. The food box was great. He could just leave it in the space and take the food back for his family to eat.

"First, give me a plate of fried double crispy noodles, a plate of four-happiness meatballs, and a bowl of Fushan noodles. I'll eat them first."

"Okay, you!"

The aunt responded loudly. She was so enthusiastic purely because of the national food coupons.