Liu Changan bought a tael of dried chili powder at the market. This season was easy to be humid, so it was not suitable to buy more. He also bought a loofah. Three yuan of meat … Only familiar vendors would sell it. In recent years, prices have soared. Liu Changan missed the days when he could buy meat for one yuan, but there is no doubt that the rise of living standards is a common phenomenon.
If he really returned to the 80s and 90s, would he not be able to adapt? After all, the Internet has become ubiquitous.
There should be no problem … Liu Changan thought about it and confirmed it. People should always look forward to the future in order to maintain a healthy state of mind in a happier and more peaceful manner. If one were to always reminisce about the past, Liu Changan should find a hole to bury himself in. He had plenty of time and history for him to reminisce quietly.
Of course, if there is an opportunity to travel through time, it is also a novel experience that cannot be missed. He just does not know if he can change the past and what impact it will have on the future. Liu Changan and Xu Zhancheng have discussed this issue, but there is no meaningful conclusion.
Back to the community, Liu Changan walked a few steps and came to Zhou Dongdong.
Zhou Dongdong was using a small hammer to hit the coal cinders and then throwing them into the muddy puddle. Both sides of her jacket pockets were bulging, filled with the broken firecrackers that she had picked up in the morning. It had rained last night, and many of the broken firecrackers were stained with muddy water. Her pocket was also dusty.
"Brother Changan, I will give you firecrackers. Will you help me with my work?" Zhou Dongdong grabbed a handful of broken firecrackers.
"No."
Zhou Dongdong was disappointed and continued to drag a small basket of coal cinders to fill the muddy puddle.
"Are you learning Leifeng?" Liu Changan asked.
"I jumped in the puddle again today and got my clothes dirty. My mother let me wash my clothes and fill the puddle." Zhou Dongdong grabbed the firecrackers and looked at Liu Changan expectantly.
"You do your work, goodbye."
Zhou Dongdong watched as Liu Changan left. After she was done with her work, she would go to his door and set off firecrackers. If she didn't let him set them off, he would be jealous.
Zhou Dongdong was called back for dinner by Zhou Shuling before she could finish filling the hole.
Liu Changan made a dish of boiled loofah in lard. This dish was derived from boiled radish in lard. First, he fried the loofah in lard, and then added the minced pork he bought for three yuan. After it was cooked, he took it out of the pot and sprinkled chopped green onions. The color was crisp like jade.
Pigs were good things. Every part of a pig was good. There were very few animals that were as helpless as pigs. No one sympathized with them, and they were even despised as inedible. They were born and slaughtered again and again. At the same time, they promoted the development of industry and agriculture, as well as the improvement of living standards.
After dinner, Liu Changan took a bath and changed into the standard four-piece suit for middle-aged and elderly people. He was about to go to the mahjong house to fight when he received a message from a cute girl.
"I saw that you took the initiative to like my Weibo today. It seems like you're not that busy these days?"
"I wish you success in the college entrance exam."
"Hehe, today's exam was not bad. I just didn't sleep well at noon."
"My son also did well. He didn't sleep well at noon either."
"I hope it didn't affect his exam … I think your son must be very serious in his studies. Let me tell you, that annoying Liu Changan in our class was actually late for the college entrance exam today!"
"He was actually late? That's ridiculous. "
"Yeah, I've only seen this kind of people in the news before."
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Liu Changan sat on the recliner and chatted happily. Even when Zhou Dongdong went downstairs to set off firecrackers, he didn't get jealous. It wasn't until a young man in a black kung fu shirt walked in front of Liu Changan that he raised his head.
"My name is Gao Cunyi, and I practice kung fu." The young man cupped his hands at Liu Changan.
He didn't have an exaggerated aura, nor did he have any hostility. His muscles and bones were strong, and he had a good foundation. He was a diligent and diligent person.
"What's the matter?"
"My master heard that you can kill a fierce dog weighing 120 kilograms with one punch. He didn't expect that there would be such a master in Junsha. He wants to exchange pointers with you," Gao Cunyi said seriously and sincerely.
"I'm not fighting," Liu Changan said and continued to reply.
Gao Cunyi was stunned for a moment. Fortunately, his master had told him what to do if the other party refused, so he continued, "My master is a famous figure in the martial arts world in Junsha. He's also famous in the whole of China. If you lose, there's no harm to you. If you win, you can become famous with one battle."
"No," Liu Changan said with a smile.
"My master cherishes talent. This move will only benefit you and not harm you. Why do you refuse?" Gao Cunyi asked in confusion.
"Your master only heard that there was a person who could kill a fierce dog with one punch, and he wanted to hold a competition with great fanfare. I find it strange, and I'm really not interested." Liu Changan waved his hand. "You can go back. Ask your master to find Xu Xiaodong. He's definitely interested. "
Gao Cunyi's cheeks were slightly red. He glanced at Liu Changan and quickened his pace to leave.
If he hid and restrained, no one would naturally pay attention to him, which would save him a lot of trouble. However, his life would not be so pleasant in the end. If he did things according to his heart, he would inevitably surprise passers-by. It would be more or less troublesome, but his mind would be much more comfortable. There were gains and losses, and there were no two things in the world.
Gao Cunyi left the community and hurriedly found a bicycle. He rode it quickly, and the wheels splashed water on the ground. A girl's skirt was lifted in the scream, and a lot of dirty water fell. Gao Cunyi quickly stopped the bicycle and bowed to apologize. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Can I pay you for the laundry?"
"No … no need." The girl shook her head. "It's okay. You seem to be in a hurry. Go quickly."
"Okay, I've caused you trouble." Gao Cunyi apologized again, and then rode the bicycle to the Octagonal Pavilion Teahouse.
The Octagonal Pavilion Teahouse was built on the roof of the pedestrian street. It was originally just a small building for decoration. Later, someone rented the roof and built an open-air garden. The small building was converted into a teahouse. Although it was not quiet and elegant, it was a good place to have a small world in the busy city. It was a good place to train one's mind and seek a natural and peaceful feeling in the hustle and bustle.
Gao Cunyi came to the teahouse, stood at the door, and said respectfully, "Master."
"Is it done?"
Gao Cunyi raised his head. His master's name was Pu Shougeng. He was in his forties, and Gao Cunyi used the words "famous" and "famous" to describe him. Naturally, he had some real Kung Fu. He was about 1.8 meters tall, had a dignified appearance, and his eyebrows were full of vigor. It was the moment when a man's physical strength, spirit, and state of mind were all balanced.
"He asked you to find Xu Xiaodong." Gao Cunyi accurately expressed Liu Changan's intention.
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