Chapter 389: Five Pounds of Pork Ribs

On the rumbling green train, Zhou Bingkun felt none of the excitement of his first long journey; the beautiful scenery passing by as it headed south held no interest for him.

He lay on the middle bunk of the sleeper car, unconsciously placing his hand near the hem of his coat—there, sewn stitch by stitch by Zheng Juan, was a patch holding five thousand yuan. He had never seen so much money in his life, let alone owned it. He was tense, convinced everyone passing by was watching him, plotting to steal his money.

The sleeper car wasn't easy to sit in, but the crowd wasn't dense. He thought if he'd been in a hard-seat carriage, he might have scared himself to death.

He nervously traveled south all the way to Pengcheng—though at this time it wasn't called Pengcheng yet, but Bao'an County; Bao'an would not be abolished and Pengcheng established until January 1979.

Exhausted, he got off the train and followed the crowd out of the station. After asking someone for directions, he found a relatively large inn far from the station, showed his introduction letter, and checked in. He knew the area near the station was crowded with travelers from all directions, a place full of trouble and unsafe.

After settling in, he went out for a simple hot meal, did nothing else, returned to the inn, locked the door, and fell into a deep sleep. Afraid of losing his money, he hadn't slept well in days since boarding the train south.

After a sleep that blurred day and night, he got up, ate, and wandered around. Until he saw a young man wearing a black watch, unlike any style he'd ever seen.

"Comrade, hello, I'd like to ask—your watch is…"

He lay on the middle bunk of the sleeper car, unconsciously placing his hand near the hem of his coat—there, sewn stitch by stitch by Zheng Juan, was a patch holding five thousand yuan. He had never seen so much money in his life, let alone owned it. He was tense, convinced everyone passing by was watching him, plotting to steal his money.

The sleeper car wasn't easy to sit in, but the crowd wasn't dense. He thought if he'd been in a hard-seat carriage, he might have scared himself to death.

He nervously traveled south all the way to Pengcheng—though at this time it wasn't called Pengcheng yet, but Bao'an County; Bao'an would not be abolished and Pengcheng established until January 1979.

Exhausted, he got off the train and followed the crowd out of the station. After asking someone for directions, he found a relatively large inn far from the station, showed his introduction letter, and checked in. He knew the area near the station was crowded with travelers from all directions, a place full of trouble and unsafe.

After settling in, he went out for a simple hot meal, did nothing else, returned to the inn, locked the door, and fell into a deep sleep. Afraid of losing his money, he hadn't slept well in days since boarding the train south.

After a sleep that blurred day and night, he got up, ate, and wandered around. Until he saw a young man wearing a black watch, unlike any style he'd ever seen.

"Comrade, hello, I'd like to ask—your watch is…" On the rumbling green train, Zhou Bingkun felt none of the excitement of his first long journey; the beautiful scenery passing by as it headed south held no interest for him.

He lay on the middle bunk of the sleeper car, unconsciously placing his hand near the hem of his coat—there, sewn stitch by stitch by Zheng Juan, was a patch holding five thousand yuan. He had never seen so much money in his life, let alone owned it. He was tense, convinced everyone passing by was watching him, plotting to steal his money.

The sleeper car wasn't easy to sit in, but the crowd wasn't dense. He thought if he'd been in a hard-seat carriage, he might have scared himself to death.

He nervously traveled south all the way to Pengcheng—though at this time it wasn't called Pengcheng yet, but Bao'an County; Bao'an would not be abolished and Pengcheng established until January 1979.

Exhausted, he got off the train and followed the crowd out of the station. After asking someone for directions, he found a relatively large inn far from the station, showed his introduction letter, and checked in. He knew the area near the station was crowded with travelers from all directions, a place full of trouble and unsafe.

After settling in, he went out for a simple hot meal, did nothing else, returned to the inn, locked the door, and fell into a deep sleep. Afraid of losing his money, he hadn't slept well in days since boarding the train south.

After a sleep that blurred day and night, he got up, ate, and wandered around. Until he saw a young man wearing a black watch, unlike any style he'd ever seen.

"Comrade, hello, I'd like to ask—your watch is…" On the rumbling green train, Zhou Bingkun felt none of the excitement of his first long journey; the beautiful scenery passing by as it headed south held no interest for him.

He lay on the middle bunk of the sleeper car, unconsciously placing his hand near the hem of his coat—there, sewn stitch by stitch by Zheng Juan, was a patch holding five thousand yuan. He had never seen so much money in his life, let alone owned it. He was tense, convinced everyone passing by was watching him, plotting to steal his money.

The sleeper car wasn't easy to sit in, but the crowd wasn't dense. He thought if he'd been in a hard-seat carriage, he might have scared himself to death.

He nervously traveled south all the way to Pengcheng—though at this time it wasn't called Pengcheng yet, but Bao'an County; Bao'an would not be abolished and Pengcheng established until January 1979.

Exhausted, he got off the train and followed the crowd out of the station. After asking someone for directions, he found a relatively large inn far from the station, showed his introduction letter, and checked in. He knew the area near the station was crowded with travelers from all directions, a place full of trouble and unsafe.

After settling in, he went out for a simple hot meal, did nothing else, returned to the inn, locked the door, and fell into a deep sleep. Afraid of losing his money, he hadn't slept well in days since boarding the train south.

After a sleep that blurred day and night, he got up, ate, and wandered around. Until he saw a young man wearing a black watch, unlike any style he'd ever seen.

"Comrade, hello, I'd like to ask—your watch is…" On the rumbling green train, Zhou Bingkun felt none of the excitement of his first long journey; the beautiful scenery passing by as it headed south held no interest for him.

He lay on the middle bunk of the sleeper car, unconsciously placing his hand near the hem of his coat—there, sewn stitch by stitch by Zheng Juan, was a patch holding five thousand yuan. He had never seen so much money in his life, let alone owned it. He was tense, convinced everyone passing by was watching him, plotting to steal his money.

The sleeper car wasn't easy to sit in, but the crowd wasn't dense. He thought if he'd been in a hard-seat carriage, he might have scared himself to death.

He nervously traveled south all the way to Pengcheng—though at this time it wasn't called Pengcheng yet, but Bao'an County; Bao'an would not be abolished and Pengcheng established until January 1979.

Exhausted, he got off the train and followed the crowd out of the station. After asking someone for directions, he found a relatively large inn far from the station, showed his introduction letter, and checked in. He knew the area near the station was crowded with travelers from all directions, a place full of trouble and unsafe.

After settling in, he went out for a simple hot meal, did nothing else, returned to the inn, locked the door, and fell into a deep sleep. Afraid of losing his money, he hadn't slept well in days since boarding the train south.

After a sleep that blurred day and night, he got up, ate, and wandered around. Until he saw a young man wearing a black watch, unlike any style he'd ever seen.

"Comrade, hello, I'd like to ask—your watch is…" On the rumbling green train, Zhou Bingkun felt none of the excitement of his first long journey; the beautiful scenery passing by as it headed south held no interest for him.

He lay on the middle bunk of the sleeper car, unconsciously placing his hand near the hem of his coat—there, sewn stitch by stitch by Zheng Juan, was a patch holding five thousand yuan. He had never seen so much money in his life, let alone owned it. He was tense, convinced everyone passing by was watching him, plotting to steal his money.

The sleeper car wasn't easy to sit in, but the crowd wasn't dense. He thought if he'd been in a hard-seat carriage, he might have scared himself to death.

He nervously traveled south all the way to Pengcheng—though at this time it wasn't called Pengcheng yet, but Bao'an County; Bao'an would not be abolished and Pengcheng established until January 1979.

Exhausted, he got off the train and followed the crowd out of the station. After asking someone for directions, he found a relatively large inn far from the station, showed his introduction letter, and checked in. He knew the area near the station was crowded with travelers from all directions, a place full of trouble and unsafe.

After settling in, he went out for a simple hot meal, did nothing else, returned to the inn, locked the door, and fell into a deep sleep. Afraid of losing his money, he hadn't slept well in days since boarding the train south.

After a sleep that blurred day and night, he got up, ate, and wandered around. Until he saw a young man wearing a black watch, unlike any style he'd ever seen.

"Comrade, hello, I'd like to ask—your watch is…" On the rumbling green train, Zhou Bingkun felt none of the excitement of his first long journey; the beautiful scenery passing by as it headed south held no interest for him.

He lay on the middle bunk of the sleeper car, unconsciously placing his hand near the hem of his coat—there, sewn stitch by stitch by Zheng Juan, was a patch holding five thousand yuan. He had never seen so much money in his life, let alone owned it. He was tense, convinced everyone passing by was watching him, plotting to steal his money.

The sleeper car wasn't easy to sit in, but the crowd wasn't dense. He thought if he'd been in a hard-seat carriage, he might have scared himself to death.

He nervously traveled south all the way to Pengcheng—though at this time it wasn't called Pengcheng yet, but Bao'an County; Bao'an would not be abolished and Pengcheng established until January 1979.

Exhausted, he got off the train and followed the crowd out of the station. After asking someone for directions, he found a relatively large inn far from the station, showed his introduction letter, and checked in. He knew the area near the station was crowded with travelers from all directions, a place full of trouble and unsafe.

After settling in, he went out for a simple hot meal, did nothing else, returned to the inn, locked the door, and fell into a deep sleep. Afraid of losing his money, he hadn't slept well in days since boarding the train south.

After a sleep that blurred day and night, he got up, ate, and wandered around. Until he saw a young man wearing a black watch, unlike any style he'd ever seen.

"Comrade, hello, I'd like to ask—your watch is…" On the rumbling green train, Zhou Bingkun felt none of the excitement of his first long journey; the beautiful scenery passing by as it headed south held no interest for him.

He lay on the middle bunk of the sleeper car, unconsciously placing his hand near the hem of his coat—there, sewn stitch by stitch by Zheng Juan, was a patch holding five thousand yuan. He had never seen so much money in his life, let alone owned it. He was tense, convinced everyone passing by was watching him, plotting to steal his money.

The sleeper car wasn't easy to sit in, but the crowd wasn't dense. He thought if he'd been in a hard-seat carriage, he might have scared himself to death.

He nervously traveled south all the way to Pengcheng—though at this time it wasn't called Pengcheng yet, but Bao'an County; Bao'an would not be abolished and Pengcheng established until January 1979.

Exhausted, he got off the train and followed the crowd out of the station. After asking someone for directions, he found a relatively large inn far from the station, showed his introduction letter, and checked in. He knew the area near the station was crowded with travelers from all directions, a place full of trouble and unsafe.

After settling in, he went out for a simple hot meal, did nothing else, returned to the inn, locked the door, and fell into a deep sleep. Afraid of losing his money, he hadn't slept well in days since boarding the train south.

After a sleep that blurred day and night, he got up, ate, and wandered around. Until he saw a young man wearing a black watch, unlike any style he'd ever seen.

"Comrade, hello, I'd like to ask—your watch is…" On the rumbling green train, Zhou Bingkun felt none of the excitement of his first long journey; the beautiful scenery passing by as it headed south held no interest for him.

He lay on the middle bunk of the sleeper car, unconsciously placing his hand near the hem of his coat—there, sewn stitch by stitch by Zheng Juan, was a patch holding five thousand yuan. He had never seen so much money in his life, let alone owned it. He was tense, convinced everyone passing by was watching him, plotting to steal his money.

The sleeper car wasn't easy to sit in, but the crowd wasn't dense. He thought if he'd been in a hard-seat carriage, he might have scared himself to death.

He nervously traveled south all the way to Pengcheng—though at this time it wasn't called Pengcheng yet, but Bao'an County; Bao'an would not be abolished and Pengcheng established until January 1979.

Exhausted, he got off the bus, followed the crowd out of the station, asked someone for directions, and found a relatively large inn far from the station. He showed his letter of introduction and checked in. He knew the area around the station was crowded with travelers from all directions, a place full of trouble and unsafe.

After settling in, he went out for a simple hot meal, did nothing else, returned to the inn, barred the door, and collapsed onto the bed, sleeping soundly. He hadn't slept well in days, afraid of losing money while riding the train south.

After a deep, dreamless sleep, he got up, ate, and began wandering around. Until he saw a young man wearing a black watch, its style unlike any he'd seen before.

"Comrade, hello, may I ask, where did you get your watch?"