The teahouse opened at five o'clock in the morning. As soon as the first group of tea customers came in, they noticed Nian Shengqing's hasty and pitiful appearance. His ear cover was cracked, his face was gray, and his thin body shivered from time to time. Someone patted him on the shoulder and asked him if he was ill? Nian Shengqing shook his head and pointed upstairs and said, "It's that sound. I can't stand it. I really can't stand it.". People listened attentively, and what they heard was the last lingering sound of Mr. Chang's voice: a fire burned down the horse yard, and Coach Lin was filled with anger and hatred. The tea guest said that the song was "Lin Chong Running at Night", which you used to like best. Still shaking his head, Nian Shengqing said, "It's not Lin Chong, it's me, Nian Shengqing, who is full of anger and hatred.". Nian Shengqing was very unusual that day, but the tea customers ignored him. In fact, he sat on the stairs all day and did not pick up the newspaper delivered by the postman. People's attention has always been focused on the wintersweet flower, wintersweet flower that day I do not know who is scolding: chewing his dog tongue, the body is not afraid of the shadow crooked, I never steal a man,Magnesium Oxide powder, let him rot the dog tongue! The special guest of the teahouse, Mr. Zhang, was even more remarkable. On that day, he was in high spirits and told the tea customers about the most beautiful moment in his career as an artist. There was only one old tea customer who remembered that Nian Shengqing also sang a Pingtan song that day. As a senior fan, he sang "Lin Chong Running at Night" in a methodical, gentle and charming way, but Nian Shengqing changed the lyrics to be very funny: a fire burned down the old teahouse,Magnesium Sulphate producer, and Nian Sheng Qing was full of anger and hatred. It is said that Nian Shengqing had issued an ultimatum to the wintersweet flower before he set the fire. He woke up the wintersweet flower in the early hours of that morning and asked, "Will Mr. Zhang hang up later?"? The wintersweet flower replied sleepily, "Hang, why don't you hang?"? It's too noisy. Forget it. Nian Shengqing walked around her bed and said, "Well, I'll burn down the teahouse, and he can go somewhere else to hang his voice.". The wintersweet flower thought it was a threat and said in a foul voice, who are you scaring? The teahouse is handed down from the ancestors of your family. If you burn it, who will be distressed? Nian Shengqing said, I am distressed, but I can only burn it, and it will be quiet. Nian Shengqing went to the bottom of the bed and pulled out a bucket of kerosene. He remembered something and went to pull the blanket of wintersweet flowers. It was about to catch fire. You should run away when you heard me knocking on the washbasin. He said, Magnesium Sulphate producer ,Magnesium Oxide price, I don't want to hurt anyone. The wintersweet flower is still not alert. She scolded and said, "You go to burn, monster, don't disturb my good dreams, burn, who are you scaring?"? Nian Shengqing went to the wing and knocked on the door again. He shouted to the door, "Mr. Zhang, wake up quickly. It's going to be on fire. You run away when you hear the washbasin. I don't want to hurt you. I just want you to go somewhere else.". Mr. Zhang got up from the bed to open the door, and Nian Shengqing had already walked down the stairs. He heard a loud noise downstairs, and then there was a crisp sound of flames swallowing wood, and then a copper basin rang. Mr. Zhang finally woke up suddenly. He picked up the Yueqin and rushed downstairs. There was already a sea of fire on the stairs. In a hurry, Mr. Zhang ran to the wing and opened the window facing the river. He jumped, so Mr. Zhang climbed up from the river to escape. It was too late for the people of Toon Street to arrive in front of the teahouse. The buckets and pots were of no help to the fire. The butcher next door beat his chest and congratulated himself that the wind was facing south and the flames were pouring into the stone bridge. Otherwise, half of Toon Street would suffer. People saw Nian Shengqing sitting on the ground and knocking on a copper basin. With tears streaming down his face, Nian Shengqing confided to the crowd, "I don't want to burn the teahouse, I don't want to burn people, I just want them not to bother me." The angry neighbors spat at Nian Shengqin. They saw two holes in the ear cover of Nian Sheng Qing, revealing his hateful milky white ears. It was a big fire fifty years ago, and we still remember the fire because it devoured a woman named wintersweet and because it destroyed the most wonderful place on our street, the teahouse by the bridge. From then on, there was a strange proverb in the street: "Stop quarreling, if you quarrel again, Nian Shengqing will come to set fire!"! The Spring of the Meat Factory. 1 People call Jinqiao's factory a slaughterhouse because of some lazy and conservative language habits. When I tell the story of Jinqiao here, I first want to clarify the fact for him that Jinqiao does not work in the slaughterhouse, but is a worker in the slaughtering workshop of Dongfeng Meat Joint Factory. Jinqiao is indeed related to the profession of pig butchering, but dealing with pigs every day does not prove that he is a pig butcher, and Jinqiao began to think about how to leave this greasy and stomach-churning place from the first day he entered the meat factory. The spring sun shines on the red factory buildings and open-air cleaning tanks of the meat factory. It was the harvest season for live pigs. From the windows of the factory building came the cheerful sound of machines cutting pork. The women workers in the cold storage suddenly appeared from behind Jinqiao in their bloated cotton-padded jackets. They leaned against the cleaning trough and pulled off their masks. Some vulgar dirty words poured out in Jinqiao's ears. The women were cursing a man: pig's head, water, urine bubble. They were cursing a man in a professional term. Jinqiao thought it was very interesting. He didn't know who the women workers were scolding. Anyway, it wasn't him. Jinqiao put down the brush in his hand, turned off the tap, and stopped washing the stain on his clothes. He turned around and smiled at the women workers. He said, who are you scolding? Who? Who else will be scolded besides that pig's head? A female worker waved the mask in her hand and said that her voice was angry at first, but when she found out that Jinqiao was a stranger, she turned back passively and sat on the sink again, "Are you a new worker?"? She looked at the golden bridge and suddenly burst out laughing. She said, "What are you doing with the brush?"? Brush your work clothes? What is there to brush the work clothes? If it is clean today, it will be dirty tomorrow. You should not come to the meat factory if you love cleanliness so much. Chest got a pool of pig's blood, did not expect pig's blood so difficult to wash, how to brush also brush not clean. Jinqiao said. You're not a spy,magnesium sulfate monohydrate, are you? Said the woman, you're not going to tell him, are you? Who do I tell? Jinqiao asked in reply. stargrace-magnesite.com