Holding a bowl of tea and smoking a cigarette, sitting under a banyan tree, talking and laughing runs through the whole alley, which is a scenery in Kuanzhai Lane. Occasionally, children will run from the other end of the alley to this end in droves. Oh, I'm afraid that's how the windmill came from. They also shouted: "Strike while the iron is hot, strike while the iron is hot, and send some scissors to my sister ..." The old man sitting next to him, smoking, called the smoke ring. Listening to the tinkling sound behind me, I subconsciously flashed aside. Sure enough, the neighbor just finished his friend's brother singing "Boxwood Pole" and rode home with a smile. At this time, the people who were drinking a bowl of tea next to them couldn't help it, pointing at the brother next door, and some even shouted directly at the brother: "Hey, Qiangwazi (the nickname for that brother) is back! What's the matter, that girl? Bring it back to us one day to see mercaptan, and everyone will help you out, ah! " After that, the people at the same table were still booing. "That is, bring it back to help you consult, haha." My brother just smiled and said, OK, OK, waved and left.

After a while, calm was restored here, and sometimes there was a sound of knocking on boards and colliding with metals. Everyone in old Sichuan knows that it is people who shine shoes and pull out ear wax who pull business. Those people can find a lot of jobs here because