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Wang Er is the street people watched him prosper.

Since some time ago, he had set up a smoking stall under the verandah of the Preservation Hall pharmacy. "Smoked roast" means brine flavor. He came in the afternoon and stayed at home in the morning.

His house was on a high slope near a river in a back street, and he could not see anyone on all sides. The house is very old, broken brick walls, grass roof mud floor, but not cramped, very clean, very cool in summer. There are three in total. In the middle is the hall, in the "heaven and earth Jun pro teacher" below is a stone mill. On one side is the kitchen, the workshop. On one side was a bedroom with the family of the two Kings. He had no parents and only four direct relatives, a daughter-in-law, a son and a daughter. The house was always so quiet that not a sound could be heard from outside. The houses in the back street are always noisy. A man beats his wife by his hair, a woman beats her child with a fire fork, an old woman cuts her chopping board with a kitchen knife and curses the thief who has stolen her laying hens. There were no such voices in the Wangs' house. His family gets up early. Before dawn, Wang Er got up to prepare the ingredients and then cooked them. His daughter-in-law brushes her hair and grinds tofu. Wang Er's fumigant stall sells a lot of home-cooked dried bean curd every day. Ground tofu, help Wang Er fire. The light from the fire made her round face red. (The nearby air is filled with five scents from the Wangs.) Later, Wang Er fed a little donkey, so she did not have to circle around the mill. She only had to lead the donkey to the mill and pour half a bowl of beans into the grinding eye from time to time. Save time for your needle and thread. It takes a lot of work for a family of four. The eldest of the two children looked like his mother, with a round face and a slit in his eyes. The little girl took after her father, with a long, thin face and big eyes.

My son studied at an old-style private school for several years, and when he could keep accounts, he stopped reading. All day he took the donkey to drink and let it roll in the grass. When she was a little older, she would help her father wash and prepare materials for business, and her sister would take care of donkeys.

He would set up his stall every afternoon, when the children were coming home from school and people were washing rice for dinner. Why did he choose the Hall of Security to set up his stall? Because it was in a good spot, not far from East Street and West Street and several nearby alleys; Because of the wide eaves of the security hall, there is considerable room from the counter to the door; Or it was because it was a drugstore, and the business in the drugstore was slow in the evening. Very few people went to the drugstore to get prescriptions at night. He must have had a good word spoken to the owner of the shop, and paid his thanks in person. Anyway, it's been ages. The whole apparatus of his stall, known in these parts as "making money," was kept in the back aisle of the drugstore, next to the wall, and above it was the shrine of Marshal Zhao hanging on the second beam. These "making money" consisted of two long boards, two high benches with three legs on one side and two at each end; One leg on each side) and several cases with glass on one side. He propped up the benches, leveled the longboards, and arranged the glass cases. These glass cases contained black sunflower seeds, white sunflower seeds, salted peas, fried peas, orchid beans, spiced peanuts, and "smoked" at one end of the long board. "Smoked" in addition to the back brined dried bean curd, mainly beef, pu bao meat and pig head meat. They don't usually eat beef here. They are rarely braised or stewed in brown sauce. They only buy from smoke-burning stalls. The beef was spiced and salted, and the outside was stained red with red yeast. How much you buy, cut it, put it on the plate that came over, grab a handful of green garlic, pour a spoonful of chili paste. Pu Bao pork seems to be unique to this county. A bag three inches long and one and a half inches in diameter was lined with bean curd skin, stuffed with ground meat, sealed with a mouth, and tied around the waist with a piece of twine to form a gourd shape. After cooking, pour out, is also a gourd with Pu Bao imprinted. Cut it into slices. It's delicious. The pig's head is sold in different categories, with its beak, ears and face -- the face has a special name, "big fat". Cut what you want. When the lights came on, Wang Er's business reached a climax. He took the knife and kept cutting, while he was busy collecting money and wrapping fried and salted peas and sunflower seeds, rarely having a rest. It was not until after nine o 'clock, when more than half of the kerosene had been burned out of his two high-covered kerosene lamps, and when his wife brought him his meal, that he wiped his face with hot water and ate it. After dinner, there was always some business here and there. He was not in a hurry to finish his stall, so he brought a cup of hot tea and sat down on a chair in the shop of the Preservation Hall. While listening to people talking, he peered at his stall with his eyes. His customers were acquaintances, and he knew who was coming and when, and what to buy.

This street of shops, stalls, business, each other are very clear. In recent years, the situation has not been good. A few are better, but they're just holding up. Some are gradually falling down. First the shelves of things more and more empty, only out, and finally let "money", shut down. Only Wang Er's business is booming. His stall is getting bigger and bigger. There are more and more boxes for stir-frying goods and more and more magnetic plates for smoking. Every evening, at the height of the business, there would sometimes be a crowd of people outside. Fine weather is fine, in the rain and snow (rain and snow to buy his things more than usual), asking customers to stand in the street with an umbrella, it is very unpleasant. After the agreement, he paid the rent and moved his stall next door to the shop of Yuanchang Tobacco Shop.

Source Chang smoke shop is an old name, specializing in dry tobacco, do shops, also do wholesale. On one side is a counter, on the other is a smoke mill. The dry tobacco smoked in these parts is grated into silk. The planer stacked the leaves on top of each other on a special wooden bed, held tight by leather rope wedges between his legs, and planed with a large plane with a blade half a foot wide. The smoke is yellow. They were all wearing white cloth overpants. These pants have turned yellow, too. After work, they took off their pants, and they were all yellow. His hair is yellow. Craftsmen wear the colors of their trade. The dyehouse master's nails are blue, and the rice roller master's eyebrows are always white. Originally, the Source Chang every day has four masters, four pairs of bed planing smoke. Every day there are always some adults and children standing around watching. Then it was three, then two, then one. Finally, I quit even this one. The owner of this house depends on selling a little cigarette, matches, zero packs of tea to make a living, but also sell a little to dry tobacco, leather smoke. Do not know why, the original quite bright shop became dark, the gold on the plaque are listless. That counter looks awfully big. Big, but empty.

When Wang Er came, he occupied half of the shop, which was the place where the smoker used to smoke. In the Security Hall, the veranda of his stall had been set in an east-west direction, but when he moved to Yuanchang, it was set in a south-north direction. Therefore, it is not a stall, but half a shop. He added a piece to the original board, arranged in a curved shape, like a counter. The variety of things he sells has also increased. Namely with smoked burn is concerned, in addition to the original back to halogen bean curd cake, beef, bath chap, calceolarias meat, spring, sell a game, called "鵽" - this is a kind of migratory birds, narrow feet long, because it is a peach blossom open time, don't know is which scholars to give it up to a name, called "peach blossom 鵽"; Sell quail; When winter came, he hung up a long glass frame with clay and gold characters written on red wax paper: "From this day on, new delicious lamb cake spiced rabbit." People here don't have their own mutton, they buy it from smokestand. There is only one way to eat it: boiled in the skin, frozen and sliced, with green garlic, chilli paste and the essential handful of shredded carrots (which is said to be the best antidote to the funky odor). Soy sauce, vinegar, buy back their own. Rabbit meat, like beef, is cooked with salt and spiced, and dyed with red yeast.

The Spring Festival couplets in this street are of all kinds. Some are specially embedded in the type. For example, the Preservation Hall is created by the owner of the store, who was born with a background of plucking tribute. Some big size, such as cloth shop, tone is very big, pasted is "career Zong Zi tribute, trade effect pottery zhu", the most common is "business is prosperous all over the world, financial resources lush up to three rivers"; Small business business is very modest to write: "business three spring grass, financial resources after the rain flower." This last pair of Spring couplets, used for Wang Er's super stall shop, is really very appropriate, although Wang Er did not think of Posting such a pair of Spring couplets, he did not have a place to post it, the shop size is still "Yuan Chang". His business is really booming after the rain. The most conspicuous sign of "Get up" was the removal of the long-covered kerosene lamp and the hooting of a steam lamp. It should be noted that steam lamps are only used by banks and silks, and King II had hung them up on top of a smoky stall. The white light of the gas lamp, the more it appears that a kerosene lamp in the Yuan Chang counter is very dim.

Wang Er's development can also be seen from his life. First, he is free to listen to books. Wang Er loves to listen to books. Out in the street, among the various posters, he paid the most attention to the one about the book. It was a piece of yellow paper three inches wide and about four feet long. In thick ink it read: "Mr. Weiyang ××× is specially invited to give a lecture on ×× (The Three Kingdoms, the Water Margin, the Legend of Yue...) at ××× (Teahouse). Is the moon x rain or shine ". You used to have to think about going to a book. One is to spend money, the other is to spend time, and more importantly, it is not suitable for his position: a smoker, often listen to books, afraid of people's comments. In recent years, he has decided that he can listen and go. Small Penglai, Five Willow Garden (these are the teahouses telling stories), all go, The Three Kingdoms, water, Yue, listen to. Especially in summer, long, wearing bamboo cloth or cloth gown, took a sum of money, went. Afternoon books open at one o 'clock, and before four o 'clock "early tomorrow, please" (the rules of the book here is that when the teller says to the reserved place, leave a button, the porter shouts "early tomorrow, please!!" They all got up and left), which didn't hurt his business. He is busy all day long, and this is the only time available. Second, the New Year push Pai nine, he did not hesitate to bet. Wang Er usually never gamble money, only the Chinese New Year gambling five days. Chinese New Year gambling money is not prohibited, every shop can gamble money. At the beginning, do not do business, shop the door closed, it is dark inside. Inside the counter of the security Hall, there was a small hall for the Patriarch Shen Nong, with a skylight above it, which made the room brighter. A square table in front of the Shen Nong portrait was pulled open, and dominoes and dice were poured out with a crash. Playing mahjong is similar to the social status, push Pai nine regardless. Anyone can come. The "colleagues" of the Preservation Hall (in addition to Mr. Tao and Chen Xianggong), for others to collect room money from the ring yuan, selling the scar eye of live fish - he had a disease, after cure left a big scar in his left eye, primary school students gave him a nickname "Bayan Hara mountain", this nickname spread, a street people called him Bayan Hara mountain, although some people do not know what this means, -- Wang Er. Win or lose say big, say small can also be a lot. Ten yuan for a village. Ten yuan is equivalent to three cents. A little bigger bet is three, three, three, three, four money divided into three: three, three, four hundred. You win one at 7:00, two at 8:00, and if you catch a nine or a sky bar, the dealer pays a penny. It is common for the king to say "three, three, four". Sometimes I would drop five handfuls of money and throw them out steadily, without beating my heart or shaking my hand. (The money collector shakes his hand when he hits 500.) More wins, and he'll be up for two. Push Pai Jiu this thing, the bigger the wealth, the rougher the gas, Wang Er lost not much.

Wang Er had moved his business to Yuan Chang next door, but every day after nine o 'clock he would come to the Preservation Hall shop with a cup of tea and sit by the clock. Now that his son is old, he can handle the sporadic business in the evening by himself. Let's talk about the security hall.

This is a small drugstore. For some reason, the owner of this drugstore did not use local people. From top to bottom, from those in charge to those carrying water, they were all from Huaicheng. They take a month off each year and go home in turns to carry on the family line. The other 11 months, I lived in the store. Their wives were widowed for eleven months. "Colleagues" in the drugstore are all called "Mr. How many are there in Sir? The first is the "steward", the manager. When the steward is a lifetime position, rarely heard of a master to quit the steward. A new steward will be appointed only if the old steward dies. As a steward, one has a "body share," or "person share," which pays dividends at the end of the year. Therefore, he is conscientious and loyal to the business. The owner never comes to the store. The steward takes care of everything. As usual, he slept alone in a room behind the Shen Nong Statue called the Back Cabinet. The ledger, the money, valuable medicinal materials such as rhinoceros horn, antelopes and musk were locked in this room, and the key was on his body. Ginseng and antler were nothing of value. At dinner, the steward was always seated at the end of the table, to represent his master with the gentlemen. To "in charge" can have a few people? There are only a handful of pharmacies in the city. The custodian of the security Hall is named Roh. Second class is called "Dao Shang", tube cut medicine and "fall" pill medicine. Every day there are a lot of medicine to cut "slices" cut neatly, beautiful is not beautiful, directly affect the business. The expert will know at a glance who cut it. "Dao Shang" is a technical staff, the highest salary, in the store is also the most respected status. At dinner he sat, as usual, at the head of the second table, which was always empty except when there were guests. Every festival, the birthday of the King of Medicine (the king of medicine is not Shennong's, but Sun Simiao), there is wine, the steward of the toast, must have a "knife" drink first, then everyone drinks. The "knife" in the Preservation Hall is the first knife in the county. If he loses his temper and resigns, he will be invited by other families immediately. Fortunately, although he is a little arrogant, a little stubborn, but easily not lose his temper. His family name is Xu. The rest are called "colleagues." That pronunciation is a bit special, the stress on the word "same". Their job is to take medicine and write accounts. "Colleague" is nothing great, every year there is the possibility of dismissal. Dismiss when the "steward" does not speak, just in the last month there is a table of wine, is the club to "colleagues" a year of hard work, as long as it is the "colleagues" please go to the table, the "colleagues" do not say a word, polite to roll up the bedding for another job. Of course, a leak of information from the other side is not really a blow. The "colleague" had a hunch after August. Some had already made arrangements with other families and left in style. Others ask for mediation, stay for a year to see. In the latter case, we should always make a little "review" and the next "guarantee". "The baked bread in the furnace does not smell good", quit but do not go, the surface is dark, the price is low. Mr. Tao of the Security Hall has been invited to the table three times. He coughed and gasped, and he wasn't smart. Finally did not sit on the table, one is the peer shop partners have to say: quit him, he went to who? Who would want such a mess? Wouldn't that put an end to his livelihood? Second, he has the advantage of not going home. He was in his forties, but he had no job to carry on the family line, because he had no marriage. In this way, Mr. Tao had to be more diligent and cautious. Whenever he had asthma attacks, someone would ask, "Mr. Tao, are you not well these two days?" He was gasping and saying, "Oh, no, it's good, it's good!"

Above that, it's "Mr. "Sir" below, is the student's idea. Pharmacy students have a strange idea