Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

There are still three days left before the Spring Festival of 1980 in Ding Ding Dong. There is no TV, and there is no Spring Festival Gala, but the flavor of the New Year in this era is better than that of later generations.

Small businessmen and hawkers who used to be evasive in the streets and alleys suddenly became bold. Who doesn’t want to make money to buy some New Year’s goods during the New Year? The people above will also understand their difficulties, right?

The alley, which had been quiet for who knows how many years, rang out again with the sound of hawking. Candy figures, paper-cuts, dough... The whole Yanjing city seemed to come alive in an instant.

Yang Dongxu has been very busy these days, so busy that he doesn't even have time to take a breath. Big purchases at the end of the year are a Chinese custom, and the objects being purchased are naturally not just new year's goods.

Those who have no money should buy new clothes anyway, but the new year and new atmosphere are not the same. Those who have money can sell more. As long as they are available in the supply and marketing cooperatives and don't ask for tickets, it is like a robbery.

Bring everything home.

Bicycles are naturally the focus of every household's purchase. After the New Year, it is definitely a honor to visit relatives and take my wife and children there on bicycles. Therefore, the sound of bicycle bells is always ringing in the alley, and it is not because someone in front is blocking the way.

The other party gave way and instead attracted the attention of the surrounding neighbors. However, they knew that they were also 'car owners'.

Wu Aibing, who was wearing a dog-skin hat, pushed open the door and entered the house. A gust of cold wind hit him, making Yang Dongxu, who was only wearing a sweater, shiver. However, he kept working and pressed steel balls into the bearings one by one.

"How many cars are left?" Yang Dongxu asked without raising his head.

"21 vehicles." Wu Aibing took off his gloves and threw them aside. Wu Aibing took the wrench next to him and started to assemble the large pieces.

"Weren't we just short of 18 cars this morning? You just sent out two cars?" Yang Dongxu tilted his head and looked at Wu Aibing.

"Well... when I sent it over, the friend who bought the car saw it, so he ordered a few more." Wu Aibing smiled awkwardly.

"Once again, you are not allowed to accept new jobs. If you do it yourself, do you want to exhaust me to death or something?" Yang Dongxu waited for Wu Aibing.

This guy simply wants money rather than his life. Although Yang Dongxu understands the enthusiasm of people in this era for making money, he is also full of enthusiasm for making money, but you can't celebrate the New Year because you spend all the New Year's Eve in order to make money. This is

Isn't it necessary?

"They want me after the New Year. It's not urgent. I won't pick up the call. I will definitely not pick up the call before the New Year, and I won't even pick up the call after the New Year." Wu Aibing accompanied him.

People in this era still have no sense of security, and they tend to worry about gains and losses in everything they do. So Wu Aibing wants to sell as many cars as possible while this business seems to have little risk. Even if he is not allowed to sell that day, he still has savings in his hand, right?

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"What happened to the person you asked to find?" Yang Dongxu glared at Wu Aibing fiercely, not having any hope for the guarantee in his mouth. He had been listening to this guarantee since the 10th day of the twelfth lunar month, and ended up ordering a car.

There were still more and more people, but this guy was afraid that the other party would go back on his word and took the deposit, so Yang Dongxu could only work hard.

"I found it. They said they would come over after dinner in the afternoon. But don't we have a kitchen? Why do we still have a stove in the side room?" Wu Aibing looked at Yang Dongxu in confusion.

In addition to the three main rooms and three side rooms in the yard, there is also a kitchen opposite the side room. If the toilet is also included, there will be a total of eight rooms.

Normally no one uses the kitchen, and the only thing that is turned on is the coal stove in the room at this time. The ingredients and other ingredients are all prepared by Old Man Xuan, brought over and thrown into the iron pot to stew.

As a bachelor who was in his forties, cooking is the most basic requirement for a true otaku, so Yang Dongxu's cooking skills are not bad. However, after his rebirth, he has obviously become a lot lazier, and there is also Old Man Xuan around him who is even better than himself.

If you know how to eat, you will naturally be too lazy to do it.

"There is a use in getting another pot stove. Have you said anything about letting you and your mother come over to celebrate the New Year?" Yang Dongxu didn't bother to explain. If they eat such delicacies as ground pot chicken, they will know it.

What is the purpose of having a stove in the house, but not for the kitchen?

"Wouldn't this be too much trouble?" Wu Aibing was a little moved.

He and his mother were the only ones celebrating the New Year at home, and his two younger sisters were already married and would not come over to visit relatives until the third day of the Lunar New Year, so staying at home was quite boring.

"What's the trouble? If you two don't come, we won't be able to celebrate the New Year? Old man Xuan will also come by then. It's just a good time for you to come over and have fun together. It's not like you don't know what's going on here, and it's not like yours.

Stuttering." Yang Dongxu said.

"Okay, I'll bring my mother over when the time comes." Wu Aibing's previous excuse was not to be pretentious, but because he didn't want to cause trouble to others. After all, everyone's life is a little tight these days, right? But Yang Dongxu meant what he said.

If you don't come, you obviously don't know how to appreciate it.

Two masons came over in the afternoon. Instead of cutting a hole in the roof for the chimney, they opened a hole in the back wall to lead the chimney out. The two masons were very nimble with their hands and feet. Originally, Yang Dongxu thought he would have to come back for half a day tomorrow.

They finished it all in one afternoon.

"Uncle, your work really doesn't matter." He put a handful of straw into the pot and lit it. After burning for a while, there was no smoke at all in the room. Yang Dongxu gave a thumbs up to the masons who were working.

"As long as my boss is satisfied." The mason grinned, revealing yellowish teeth.

Since I was very satisfied with the work, and the oval shape of the pot was very comfortable to look at, I handed over the unmentioned 10 yuan bill without having to look for it.

The two masons pushed back and forth a few times, and found that Yang Dongxu really gave it, and was not being polite. The smile on his face became wider and he generously said that he would contact them for a discount if he had any jobs in the future.

The bricklayer had just left the house when old man Xuan walked in and pulled Yang Dongxu out of the door without any explanation. Wu Aibing glanced at the half-assembled bicycle with a reluctant look on his face, then just closed the door and locked it and followed.

The location is a bit far away in Dong'anfu Hutong opposite Xinhua Gate on West Chang'an Street. Wu Aibing rode his bicycle, and Yang Dongxu and Mr. Xuan sat on the cart and chatted for a long time before they arrived.

The yard is very big. Just by looking at it, you can tell that it is very big. The threshold of the door is as high as the waist of Yang Dongxu, a seven-year-old kid. The two big lions at the door are very powerful.

Old Man Xuan pointed to the gate and introduced it as Guangliang Gate, which was only slightly lower than the palace gate. People who could live here were either rich or noble. After all, the stone lions at the gate in the past were not free for anyone.

However, although the gate is majestic, it cannot hide the dilapidation, especially after entering the house. After passing through the hanging flower gate and entering the second courtyard, the disappointment in Yang Dongxu's eyes became even stronger.

The yard is big, really big. The big yard on the fourth side has a garden, a rockery, and a small pond. It's not big, how can it be bigger? Although there are no pavilions and pavilions comparable to the palace, it occupies a large area.

Less than 3000 square meters.

But it was too dilapidated. There were overgrown weeds everywhere in the yard. Rabbits could be chased out of them, not to mention other snakes, insects, rats, and ants. The wing rooms were basically in ruins. Even if they hadn't collapsed, they were uninhabitable.

The main house can be barely lived in without tidying it up, but living in a yard like this is haunted at night, and it is not impossible that there is some kind of vixen. Looking at the outside of the house, just looking at the inside of the house is nothing compared to a ruined temple in the wilderness.

the difference.

After walking around for a while, Yang Dongxu and his party returned to the opposite room at the entrance of the house, which is the south room of the first row of houses in the courtyard. This is the only place in the entire courtyard where people can be entertained, and there is only one room.

This is the residence of the owner, a sixty-year-old man wearing an old-fashioned coat. It is in a mess, including the bed, kitchen, and even the urinal. The air is so sour.

"Can we buy this house? The renovation will be enough for us to buy a similar house, right?" Yang Dongxu glanced at Old Man Xuan without covering up, and said directly.

The old man who owned the house smiled with an embarrassed look on his face, and the old man Xuan also looked a little ugly. Although there was an outsider who didn't reach out to slap Yang Dongxu, he said politely: "If it weren't so broken, it would be your turn to sell it?"

Although Old Man Xuan spoke rudely, Yang Dongxu still agreed with his statement in his heart. It was because it was too shabby, so the government did not arrange for anyone to live there, otherwise it would have turned into a large courtyard long ago.

It was precisely because the old man, the landlord, was rehabilitated that the old house was returned to him. The old man did not sell the ancestral house at first, otherwise he would not have repaired the gate.

But he forgot that he was no longer the rich rich man he used to be, and his family was no longer a high-ranking official in the Qing Dynasty, so his pocket was bottomed out just by repairing the door. Coupled with other reasons, he was ready to sell the house.

Lose.

"How much?" Yang Dongxu asked, looking behind him through the open door and looking at the house behind him.

"Five...three thousand, three thousand is fine." The homeowner grinned, showing a few missing teeth, and gestured with his fingers.

Is it expensive to sell this dilapidated house for so much money? It's not expensive at all. Even if Yang Dongxu doesn't plan to renovate it, the land for a house will not be worth the price after being left here for a few years.

But this price is too much now. Three thousand yuan is enough for Yang Dongxu to buy a large house with three entrances, and it can be lived in at any time.

Yang Dongxu glanced at Old Man Xuan and found that Old Man Xuan was in a state of mind and did not respond to him at all. He knew that Old Man Xuan was not prepared to participate in the bargaining.

"In this case, don't ask for three thousand yuan. I won't cheat you. According to the current market price, it will be 2,000 yuan. If you think it is okay, we will go through the formalities. But you will have to move out after the new year. I am going to overhaul this place."

The old man looked at Old Man Xuan and then at Wu Aibing. He was obviously a little surprised that there was an adult standing next to him, but he asked a child to negotiate the price with him.

"He is the one who paid for the house. Although he is young, he can decide the affairs of the family, just like he said." Old man Xuan, who had been silent just now, seemed to have noticed the old man's doubts and said.

Yang Dongxu looked at the old man and then at Old Xuan, feeling that there might be a relationship between the two people. Otherwise, Old Man Xuan would not have taken him to see such a dilapidated house with his critical eyes. Even though he had said that no matter whether the house was good or bad, as long as the place was

Whatever is big enough will do.

But since Old Man Xuan didn't tell him on the way, Yang Dongxu didn't intend to ask. He just wanted to make sure that Old Man Xuan wouldn't trick him. Besides, for such a big yard, let alone three thousand, even if he got the 5,000 yuan that the old man wanted to say just now, it would be enough.

Not a loss.

"Well, I don't want more than 2,200 yuan. If possible, let's go through the formalities now and I will move out immediately. It's the New Year's Day. I will go back to the countryside to celebrate the New Year. I don't have to wait until next year." The old man smacked his lips.

He glanced at the panicked courtyard reluctantly and gritted his teeth and said.