Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

The old Taoist priest's cooking skills were really impressive. Whether it was rabbit meat or two plates of wild vegetables with unknown names, Yang Dongxu kept giving thumbs up as he devoured them.

"Is this your mistress?" Seeing Yang Dongxu eating a lot and stopping to take care of Xiaoxue from time to time, the old Taoist priest picked up the small wine cup in front of him and took a sip and asked with a smile.

Yang Dongxu almost spit out the food in his mouth. Even if he speaks in an old-fashioned way, he is still just a seven-year-old kid, okay? As a monk, you ask a seven-year-old kid if the person next to him is your concubine. What do you want?

Face? I am still just a child.

"Yes, it means, if it doesn't, it doesn't. It's not like I've never seen a child bride before." Seeing Yang Dongxu rolling his eyes at him, the old Taoist priest continued to drink indifferently.

The words of the old Taoist priest made Yang Dongxu not even bother to roll his eyes and bury his head in eating. There is really nothing to say to such an old gangster. His knowledge is indeed much wider than that of the people of later generations.

In future generations, no matter how good you are, you can only be a childhood sweetheart. How can you get a child bride? Can you visit the brothels openly? Even the ancestors of Haoyangzhifeng are much more open-minded than homosexuals in later generations. There are also things like raising prostitutes...

....

After finishing the meal, he pulled Xiaoxue and left directly. The mess on the table was regarded as a punishment for speaking freely to the old Taoist priest and planting filthy seeds in his young heart.

Looking at Yang Dongxu's leaving figure, the boss had a complicated look in his eyes, as if he had remembered something, and he was sitting on the stone pier in a daze, pouring glass after glass of wine into his stomach.

After dinner, Yang Dongxu stopped visiting the temple. He was a little annoyed because he could only look at it and not take it, and he needed to go back to order some snacks. The adults at home in the courtyard are also busy with their own affairs and cannot help you take care of your children all the time.

But people are so kind nowadays. If a child runs away for a long time and doesn't come back for lunch, he must ask, or even put down the bowl and chopsticks to look for it. Although in this era, people don't have enough to eat, and there are no child abductors, but if they get lost,

It's also a big thing.

So when the adults in the courtyard noticed that two children were missing at noon, Yang Dongxu took Xiaoxue into the gate, and then this grandpa and that grandma had a sweet mouth and received a lot of praise.

Opening the door with the key hanging around his neck, Yang Dongxu took a mat and went to the shade of the tree in the yard. The recliner was too high-end and he didn't have it at home, and there was no place to put it, so the mat was most suitable.

At this time, both Houhai and Qianhai, and even Beihai Park at the front, were still overgrown with grass. There were no high-rise buildings around them, so the wind was howling under the shade of the trees.

The courtyard was very quiet at noon. The children, who were still energetic after playing all morning, had already run out after eating. As for those who didn't run out, they were all taking a nap under the shade of the trees or in their own beds.

In a daze, Yang Dongxu felt as if someone had covered him with something, and his eyelids were fighting. He didn't pay much attention, and fell asleep until after two o'clock.

She returned the sheet to Grandma Liu and said thank you. After washing her face, she took Wu Xue, who still had mat marks on her face, out the door. The child didn't know if it was because he was not used to using pillows, but he clearly slept on them.

On the bed, when I woke up, I was lying on the mat, and the marks on my face looked funny.

Running from east to west, south to north, looking at the large courtyards or small single-family courtyards, Yang Dongxu almost drooled, and the plan to buy a house in his heart began to be put on the agenda.

But how to persuade his godfather to spend money to buy a house is a problem. According to Zhou Yiren's character, it would be good to have a place to stay. Buying a house probably has never entered his mind in this life.

But in Yang Dongxu's opinion, the current house is almost the same as the one he picked up for free. Although 500 yuan can't buy a big courtyard house, he can definitely buy a smaller one. 500 yuan for a courtyard house will be placed in the toilet in future generations, let alone the toilet.

You can't even buy the space that the toilet occupies.

"Buy a house? Isn't it good to live here?" When Zhou Yiren came back from get off work in the evening, Yang Dongxu made the decision he had made after thinking about it all afternoon.

"It's not bad, it's very good here. I just feel that since you want to settle in Yanjing for a long time in the future, it would be better if we sell our own house. If my family comes here in the future, I will have a place to live and stay for a few more days." Yang Dongxu

While putting the rice in his mouth, he spoke.

Zhou Yiren put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked directly at Yang Dongxu without saying anything.

"Okay, okay, to be honest, I feel that the price of houses will increase in the future, so it is definitely a good deal to buy now." Yang Dongxu was quickly defeated.

"Why will the price of houses increase in the future? What basis do you have?" Zhou Yiren asked, having long been used to Yang Dongxu's little adult appearance.

"It's a simple truth. Everyone wants to live in the city. Yanjing is the capital, so there must be more people who want to come. With more people, housing prices will naturally rise." Yang Dongxu, who was well prepared, gave his reasons.

"Chang'an rice is expensive, and the price increase is indeed reasonable." Zhou Yiren nodded, but still hit Yang Dongxu on the head with chopsticks: "If you have nothing to do, think less about those messy things, and think more about useful things. I will spend a few hundred yuan on it."

I plan to help you save it first, and when you grow up, I will buy you a house and marry a wife."

Will he be able to get a wife in the future? A flock of crows flew over Yang Dongxu's head. Let's not say when he will get married in this life. Even if he gets married at an early age, he will get married at the age of 18. There are still eleven years left, let alone five hundred yuan after eleven years.

When buying a house in the city, simply marrying a wife is not enough. If you get married in your thirties and get married around 2000, this little money will not be enough to buy a house.

In fact, this cannot be blamed on Zhou Yiren's lack of foresight. If Yang Dongxu had not been there, no one would have imagined that Chinese society would be such an explosive era in a few decades.

According to Zhou Yiren's reasoning, the house prices in Yanjing will indeed rise, but his salary will also rise with the increase. Now when you buy a house, it will become an old house when Yang Dongxu gets married. It's up to the new daughter-in-law whether she wants to live in it, right?

So now that his employer has arranged a house for him, he will live there first, and when Yang Dongxu gets married, he will buy a new house nearby. Even if the house price in Yanjing rises beyond his expectation, he can just add some more money.

Big problem.

Yang Dongxu naturally didn't know what his godfather was thinking. But he understood that asking his godfather to spend all his money to buy a house at this time would definitely not work. If he wanted to buy a house, he would have to make other plans.

So Yang Dongxu began to lead Wu Xue around to see if he could find a way to make money. Although he had many ways to make money in his mind, no one implemented them.

At this time, he misses his little grandpa very much. It would be extremely easy if his little grandpa could make money somewhere. After all, he is only a seven-year-old child. No one believes what he says, and there are many things he cannot do by himself.

"Old man, I brought you a bottle of good wine. Have you drank it at Erguotou?" No matter how anxious he was, wandering around the alley like a headless fly, Yang Dongxu would appear in the old Taoist priest's courtyard on time every noon.

At first, they just ate and drank. As time went by, although the old Taoist priest didn't say anything, Yang Dongxu himself felt a little embarrassed. So sometimes he would bring something to the door.

What makes Yang Dongxu funny is that whenever he brings something to the door, the dishes prepared by the old Taoist priest are always an even number, at least four. If he doesn't bring anything, it is an odd number. Sometimes there is only soybean with steamed buns, and Yang Dongxu is directly regarded as...

Bastard entertainment.

"I've even drunk tribute wine. What's so strange about Erguotou? In the past, I wouldn't even take a look at it." The old Taoist curled his lips, and after becoming familiar with it, he said, "I, grandpa, have never been broken."

More like a hooligan than a Taoist priest.

Putting down the Erguotou in his hand, Yang Dongxu acted like an old Taoist priest farting. It would be better to save yourself from arguing with him. He didn't treat Yang Dongxu as a child at all. Some obscene words made Yang Dongxu, who has watched countless blockbusters about the island country, blush.

Sorry, this is a standard old gangster.

"Where is your little wife?" The old Taoist priest asked strangely when he saw that only Yang Dongxu came without anyone following him.

In the past month or so, every time Yang Dongxu came to eat and drink, there were two of them. He took very good care of his little daughter-in-law. He put all the good meat into her bowl and gnawed the bones himself. The remaining heads were

, the neck, buttocks, etc. all belong to the old Taoist priest.

"Her mother didn't go to work today and took her to play at the Forbidden City." Yang Dongxu said casually: "By the way, I've known you for so long, old man, and I still don't know your name."

"I have been a monk for so long that I have long forgotten what my name is. You can call me Tongxuan, and you won't suffer any loss if you call me Grandpa Xuan." The old Taoist stroked his goatee, looking like a master of Taoism.

"Why don't you call me Tongtian?" Yang Dongxu rolled his eyes.

"Have you seen "Tao Zang"?" Tongxuan asked, stunned.

"Have I seen the TV series version of "The Legend of the Gods"? Isn't it awesome?" Yang Dongxu muttered in his heart. If you want to understand the Xuan, just understand the Xuan. Although I have never heard of anyone else in Taoism who is of the same generation as the leader of Tongtian, but the old Taoist said this

Just listen to it, it's just a title anyway.

No longer entangled in this, Yang Dongxu looked into the wooden basin next to him: "What will Old Man Xuan eat for lunch?"

"What old man Xuan? Either call me Taoist Master Xuan, or call me grandpa Xuan, what old man Xuan!" Tong Xuan glared at Yang Dongxu.

"My grandpa Xuan, isn't that grandpa?"

"You can call me grandpa."

Yang Dongxu stopped talking and gave the old gangster a middle finger. He had already told himself not to quarrel with this gangster, but in the end he couldn't hold it back.

"This is a black swan. In July (lunar calendar), this thing is raising small meat. It is a bit fishy and cannot be eaten properly. But I have a secret recipe. Today I will open your eyes and make you a medicinal meal. I will definitely do it tomorrow.

You'll be drooling after eating it."

Originally, Yang Dongxu thought that the basin was a black duck or something, but he didn't expect it to be a black swan. Thinking about how many animals in China will be listed as endangered species in the future, it turns out that the roots are here.

But Yang Dongxu is obviously not a member of the Animal Protection Association, and besides, the swans are flying everywhere now and they can only eat two of them.

He has eaten goose meat, but he has never tried swan meat, and he has never eaten black swan meat. So his eyes started to shine, "Can we only eat it tomorrow?"

"Bullshit, goose meat is not easy to cook. Medicinal food is most flavorful when it is cooked. You think it is a wild vegetable, so you can just drink it with hot water." Tongxuan snorted and gave Yang Dongxu a look of disdain.

Yang Dongxu doesn't care. If you don't understand, you just don't understand. You despise yours, as long as there is enough for me to eat tomorrow.

Seeing Old Man Xuan clean up the black swan, put it into a jar and let it simmer. The shiny surface of the jar made Yang Dongxu's eyes light up.