Adjacent to the warehouse area of the No. 6 pier of Shengli Port, there is a back street that does not look inconspicuous and does not even have an official name, no more than 200 meters long, and the two-meter-wide stone road is the stone brick back wall of the wharf warehouse on one side, and the other side is a "commercial street" composed of various small restaurants, teahouses, inns, rice grain shops, grocery stores and other shops. The main service objects of the shops in this kind of back streets and alleys are the laborers and sailors on the dock, and the grade is naturally not as good as those big shops on the scenic avenue. However, for foreign sailors who have not yet obtained their Haihan nationality or who have made a short stay in the port, the cost here is low, the location is convenient, and the daily needs can be met, and the lower-class people who live nearby often come here to spend some time after work.

At the east end of this back street is a teahouse, which opened as early as the year of the completion of Victory Harbor, and at first it was just a tea stall without a roof, with a few tables and chairs in the open air selling the cheapest tea, and it is said that many leaders also visited this place for business. With the gradual prosperity of Shengli Port, this tea stall gradually expanded, erected a shed, and later repaired the façade of the first floor and one bottom, which can be regarded as the largest shop on this street.

It is said that he has several plantations under his name, bought a big house to live in the urban area of Sanya, and handed over this teahouse to his nephews and nephews to operate, so that he can be the boss of his feet with peace of mind. The young boss who succeeded him is said to have studied in the Haihan School for a few years, and his thoughts have kept up with the development of the times, not only running traditional projects in the teahouse, but also adding the products of the new era of reading newspapers. On the fifteenth and thirty-second days of the month, the storyteller in the store stopped the original paragraph and read the latest news to the tea customers.

Seven or eight out of ten of the tea customers who consume in this place are people who can't read a basket of big characters, and they are the main channel for them to understand current affairs by listening to Mr. Storyteller's explanation of official news in the newspaper. Therefore, on the evening of the newspaper publication day, the teahouse is almost always full, and even the most thrifty laborer will spend eight cents on the cheapest bowl of tea and occupy a small bench in front of the store.

It was the newspaper release day at the end of the month, and the teahouse was crowded with dock workers who had just finished work and foreign sailors who came to pass the time, and for them, they were most concerned about what activities would be arranged for the upcoming Haihan founding celebration, whether the government would relax the threshold for naturalization during this period, and whether the Haihan Kingdom would be stable as usual in the future. And the answers to these questions may be found in the latest issue of Haihan Times.

The storyteller on the stage was unhurriedly cleaning his cigarette pouch, and the newsboy who delivered the newspaper had not yet arrived, so he could seize this gap time to take a few puffs to wake up. The font printed on this newspaper is quite small, and the storyteller has to wear reading glasses to see clearly, and it takes at least two or three hours to read the newspaper and explain it, and he must cultivate his spirit before working. The tea guests below are also talking about each other, and the topics they are talking about are basically inseparable from the upcoming founding celebration, and now even this back street and alley are full of lights, which is more festive than the New Year, and no one can get rid of this atmosphere.

"It's coming, it's coming!" "Get out of the way!"

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy walked into the store with difficulty from the middle, walked to the front of the stage where the storyteller was sitting, took out a newspaper from his satchel and handed it forward: "Today's Times!"

The storyteller put down the cigarette stick he had just smoked and took the money from the table to the newsboy. The newsboy thanked him and turned away. The people in the shop looked at the storyteller with eager eyes, waiting for him to start reading the newspaper.

The storyteller spread out the newspaper on the table, first put on his glasses and looked at the contents of the front page, and then set up the tea cups, fans, and waking wood on the table one by one, and straightened his clothes without hurrying or slowing. On the one hand, he did these actions to inform the people in the store that he was about to start telling the story, and on the other hand, he also took this opportunity to conceive a narrative in his mind, after all, the storyteller is not used to simply reading from the book, not to mention that he has to explain the newspaper this time, and there is still a lot of room for personal play. However, the storyteller who eats in this kind of small teahouse naturally has a relatively limited cultural level, and those who are really capable and talented have long been absorbed into the system as propaganda officers.

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Adjacent to the warehouse area of the No. 6 pier of Shengli Port, there is a back street that does not look inconspicuous and does not even have an official name, no more than 200 meters long, and the two-meter-wide stone road is the stone brick back wall of the wharf warehouse on one side, and the other side is a "commercial street" composed of various small restaurants, teahouses, inns, rice grain shops, grocery stores and other shops. The main service objects of the shops in this kind of back streets and alleys are the laborers and sailors on the dock, and the grade is naturally not as good as those big shops on the scenic avenue. However, for foreign sailors who have not yet obtained their Haihan nationality or who have made a short stay in the port, the cost here is low, the location is convenient, and the daily needs can be met, and the lower-class people who live nearby often come here to spend some time after work.

At the east end of this back street is a teahouse, which opened as early as the year of the completion of Victory Harbor, and at first it was just a tea stall without a roof, with a few tables and chairs in the open air selling the cheapest tea, and it is said that many leaders also visited this place for business. With the gradual prosperity of Shengli Port, this tea stall gradually expanded, erected a shed, and later repaired the façade of the first floor and one bottom, which can be regarded as the largest shop on this street.

It is said that he has several plantations under his name, bought a big house to live in the urban area of Sanya, and handed over this teahouse to his nephews and nephews to operate, so that he can be the boss of his feet with peace of mind. The young boss who succeeded him is said to have studied in the Haihan School for a few years, and his thoughts have kept up with the development of the times, not only running traditional projects in the teahouse, but also adding the products of the new era of reading newspapers. On the fifteenth and thirty-second days of the month, the storyteller in the store stopped the original paragraph and read the latest news to the tea customers.

Seven or eight out of ten of the tea customers who consume in this place are people who can't read a basket of big characters, and they are the main channel for them to understand current affairs by listening to Mr. Storyteller's explanation of official news in the newspaper. Therefore, on the evening of the newspaper publication day, the teahouse is almost always full, and even the most thrifty laborer will spend eight cents on the cheapest bowl of tea and occupy a small bench in front of the store.

It was the newspaper release day at the end of the month, and the teahouse was crowded with dock workers who had just finished work and foreign sailors who came to pass the time, and for them, they were most concerned about what activities would be arranged for the upcoming Haihan founding celebration, whether the government would relax the threshold for naturalization during this period, and whether the Haihan Kingdom would be stable as usual in the future. And the answers to these questions may be found in the latest issue of Haihan Times.

The storyteller on the stage was unhurriedly cleaning his cigarette pouch, and the newsboy who delivered the newspaper had not yet arrived, so he could seize this gap time to take a few puffs to wake up. The font printed on this newspaper is quite small, and the storyteller has to wear reading glasses to see clearly, and it takes at least two or three hours to read the newspaper and explain it, and he must cultivate his spirit before working. The tea guests below are also talking about each other, and the topics they are talking about are basically inseparable from the upcoming founding celebration, and now even this back street and alley are full of lights, which is more festive than the New Year, and no one can get rid of this atmosphere.

"It's coming, it's coming!" "Get out of the way!"

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy walked into the store with difficulty from the middle, walked to the front of the stage where the storyteller was sitting, took out a newspaper from his satchel and handed it forward: "Today's Times!"

The storyteller put down the cigarette stick he had just smoked and took the money from the table to the newsboy. The newsboy thanked him and turned away. The people in the shop looked at the storyteller with eager eyes, waiting for him to start reading the newspaper.

The storyteller spread out the newspaper on the table, first put on his glasses and looked at the contents of the front page, and then set up the tea cups, fans, and waking wood on the table one by one, and straightened his clothes without hurrying or slowing. On the one hand, he did these actions to inform the people in the store that he was about to start telling the story, and on the other hand, he also took this opportunity to conceive a narrative in his mind, after all, the storyteller is not used to simply reading from the book, not to mention that he has to explain the newspaper this time, and there is still a lot of room for personal play. However, the storyteller who eats in this kind of small teahouse naturally has a relatively limited cultural level, and those who are really capable and talented have long been absorbed into the system as propaganda officers. Adjacent to the warehouse area of the No. 6 pier of Shengli Port, there is a back street that does not look inconspicuous and does not even have an official name, no more than 200 meters long, and the two-meter-wide stone road is the stone brick back wall of the wharf warehouse on one side, and the other side is a "commercial street" composed of various small restaurants, teahouses, inns, rice grain shops, grocery stores and other shops. The main service objects of the shops in this kind of back streets and alleys are the laborers and sailors on the dock, and the grade is naturally not as good as those big shops on the scenic avenue. However, for foreign sailors who have not yet obtained their Haihan nationality or who have made a short stay in the port, the cost here is low, the location is convenient, and the daily needs can be met, and the lower-class people who live nearby often come here to spend some time after work.

At the east end of this back street is a teahouse, which opened as early as the year of the completion of Victory Harbor, and at first it was just a tea stall without a roof, with a few tables and chairs in the open air selling the cheapest tea, and it is said that many leaders also visited this place for business. With the gradual prosperity of Shengli Port, this tea stall gradually expanded, erected a shed, and later repaired the façade of the first floor and one bottom, which can be regarded as the largest shop on this street.

It is said that he has several plantations under his name, bought a big house to live in the urban area of Sanya, and handed over this teahouse to his nephews and nephews to operate, so that he can be the boss of his feet with peace of mind. The young boss who succeeded him is said to have studied in the Haihan School for a few years, and his thoughts have kept up with the development of the times, not only running traditional projects in the teahouse, but also adding the products of the new era of reading newspapers. On the fifteenth and thirty-second days of the month, the storyteller in the store stopped the original paragraph and read the latest news to the tea customers.

Seven or eight out of ten of the tea customers who consume in this place are people who can't read a basket of big characters, and they are the main channel for them to understand current affairs by listening to Mr. Storyteller's explanation of official news in the newspaper. Therefore, on the evening of the newspaper publication day, the teahouse is almost always full, and even the most thrifty laborer will spend eight cents on the cheapest bowl of tea and occupy a small bench in front of the store.

It was the newspaper release day at the end of the month, and the teahouse was crowded with dock workers who had just finished work and foreign sailors who came to pass the time, and for them, they were most concerned about what activities would be arranged for the upcoming Haihan founding celebration, whether the government would relax the threshold for naturalization during this period, and whether the Haihan Kingdom would be stable as usual in the future. And the answers to these questions may be found in the latest issue of Haihan Times.

The storyteller on the stage was unhurriedly cleaning his cigarette pouch, and the newsboy who delivered the newspaper had not yet arrived, so he could seize this gap time to take a few puffs to wake up. The font printed on this newspaper is quite small, and the storyteller has to wear reading glasses to see clearly, and it takes at least two or three hours to read the newspaper and explain it, and he must cultivate his spirit before working. The tea guests below are also talking about each other, and the topics they are talking about are basically inseparable from the upcoming founding celebration, and now even this back street and alley are full of lights, which is more festive than the New Year, and no one can get rid of this atmosphere.

"It's coming, it's coming!" "Get out of the way!"

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy walked into the store with difficulty from the middle, walked to the front of the stage where the storyteller was sitting, took out a newspaper from his satchel and handed it forward: "Today's Times!"

The storyteller put down the cigarette stick he had just smoked and took the money from the table to the newsboy. The newsboy thanked him and turned away. The people in the shop looked at the storyteller with eager eyes, waiting for him to start reading the newspaper.

The storyteller spread out the newspaper on the table, first put on his glasses and looked at the contents of the front page, and then set up the tea cups, fans, and waking wood on the table one by one, and straightened his clothes without hurrying or slowing.