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It's autumn now, but the weather is still as hot as summer. Zhang Baosheng, the shopkeeper, moved to Mazha Mazha and sat in front of his own small restaurant, watching the sunset and sticking out his tongue to blow the cool breeze.

This son of a bitch weather is as sad as a son of a bitch day. The hot air has penetrated into the bones, and even the panting is sticky and wet, as greasy as the stains on the edge of the stove. On the official road, the dust picked up by passers-by floated in the air, and unconsciously the upside-down "cover handle" (note 1) on the restaurant wall was pasted into a mud ball. It is dark and smelly, and it is appetizing in the nostrils.

If it was in his early years, Zhang Baosheng was still in the mood to dig a bucket of well water and clean the "hood" on the wall and the smoking sign overhead. In Shanggu and Hejian, this "hood" represents restaurants and hotels, and it is the face of the host family, just like the official script signboard overhead. At that time, his restaurant had just opened, which was a good year for Renshou. There are more than a dozen "good meats" every day (Note 2). Occasionally, if you are lucky, you may earn half a silk when you meet a big customer. Zhang Baosheng's house and the fifty acres of land by the Yishui River were bought at that time.

At that time, Zhang Baosheng remembered that he wanted to keep his head down every day. ...