Portable Space: Red Age of Rebirth

As the saying goes, money moves people's hearts. No matter whether the old wild ginseng can really be sold at a sky-high price in the future, at least some people are already confused. Old man Mo was lying on the kang last night, sometimes excited and sometimes scared. It's true.

I didn't sleep well.

Even though there is little news in the mountains, sometimes the news seems to have wings. Before Old Man Mo went out this morning, someone had already heard the sound of the wind and blocked the door to beat the autumn wind.

The emperor also has two poor relatives, and Old Man Mo also has two bad relatives in his family. Well, I heard that the old wild ginseng that Old Man Mo dug up many years ago is now worth his money, so he came to his door early in the morning.

Call me poor.

Old Man Mo saw that this was not going to work. It was a family heirloom. If it was not handled well, it would be a disaster if it was left at home. Old Man Mo had not taken it to a time-honored drug store in the county to have the price appraised. However, people also said that ginseng is a good ginseng, but it is a good thing.

The most I could give was five hundred or eight hundred, and Old Man Mo was reluctant to give it up.

Ya'er possesses a treasure, and of course there is no shortage of exotic flowers and herbs. However, rare and precious medicinal materials such as wild old wild ginseng, which are beautiful in the world and absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, are valuable in the eyes of knowledgeable people and have a high value.

Medicinal collection value.[

Ya'er was obviously aware of Old Man Mo's concerns, not to mention that this matter had nothing to do with him, "Uncle, since you really plan to sell, then I will help you keep an eye on it."

"Hey, my dear, I've been waiting for your words!" Old Man Mo was as happy as if he had got rid of a hot potato. "My dear, don't worry, from now on, even if the old wild ginseng can sell golden eggs, the uncle won't.

I regret it! Besides, who can say for sure what will happen in the future!"

As he said this, Old Man Mo was about to take out the wooden box wrapped in fine cotton from the sweatshirt he was wearing, which scared Ya'er and quickly stopped her.

Rumors are as fierce as tigers, and Ya'er doesn't intend to cause any more trouble to Old Man Mo, "Uncle, let's go inside and talk!"

Huh? Old Man Mo was stunned. They were all fellow villagers. Who knew who had something to hide? However, when he thought of those troublesome relatives who were still sitting on the kang in his house and lingering, Old Man Mo took the wood again.

The box was stuffed into the sweatshirt.

The old man and the young man were so stunned that the atmosphere was like that of an underground party. Especially after Ya'er and the others entered, Zhai Yaohui and the others stayed away very cooperatively and consciously went outside the yard to talk and look out for others.

Most people who know medicine love medicine. In Ya'er's eyes, the old leaders in the capital are not interested in fame and wealth, and are not greedy for gold and silver. They are only addicted to medicine, and they are addicted to medicine. Although there is no shortage of exotic flowers and herbs, Ya'er

I would like to give a surprise to some old leaders.

The old man and the young man didn't talk for long in the back room. Not long after, they saw old man Mo come out with sloppy steps, flushed face, and dizzy, and his slightly cloudy eyes were frighteningly bright.

Old Man Mo couldn't help but suspect that he was either dreaming or was deaf. The shade of the trees was whirling, and little bits of sunlight shone on Old Man Mo's face, which was filled with disbelief.

"Uncle, please stop pinching your arm. I'll take the things away!" Ya'er couldn't help but pinch herself from time to time to see if she was dreaming.

I couldn't help but laugh, and felt inexplicably sad.

Old Man Mo was not embarrassed when Ya'er pointed him out, "Hey, my dear, I can't believe this!"

"Then you really don't mind me taking away the wild ginseng first?" Pure wild wild ginseng that has lasted for a hundred years is hard to come by, and Ya'er thinks she doesn't have the courage of Mr. Mo.

"I trust you, my dear! Besides, aren't you afraid of long nights and dreams!" Ever since he heard the price given by Ya'er, Old Man Mo never dared to touch the old wild ginseng again. A single ginseng root would be enough for him.

One year of chewing.

In the yard, everyone was naturally curious when they saw Old Man Mo's expression. However, no matter who asked, Old Man Mo just laughed and said, "It's not much, just enough to build a house for my son and marry him."

My wife’s!”

Except for Zhai Yaohui and the other three outsiders, several old men in the yard have been friends with Old Man Mo for many years, and they no longer pursue Old Man Mo to inquire. The village is not big at all, and there are guests at Old Man Mo's house early in the morning.

All the old men knew about it. Not to mention that they didn't find out from Old Man Mo. Even if they did find out, they would definitely be tight-lipped.

Old Man Mo was vague. As for the other insider, Ya'er, of course, remained silent and allowed Hu Tianshu to make innuendo. However, that afternoon, Ya'er continued to collect a lot of things that the old Orion kept at the bottom of the box, although it was not as good as

The old wild ginseng that Old Man Mo bought was considered to be top quality.

"Sister-in-law, you and the company commander's visit here can be said to have benefited the people!" Before going down the mountain, Hu Tianshu looked at the pile of things on the kang and was so surprised that he clapped his chest. He thought he was meeting someone in person.

Love has good popularity, but compared with my sister-in-law, she pales in comparison.

"It's just mutual benefit! However, Brother Meng and Brother Hu, you can pay more attention in the future. Specialties like these that can be used as medicine can be purchased. I can help solve the sales problem!"

Both Meng Dezhu and Hu Tianshu's eyes lit up, "Hey, it's done! Company commander, sister-in-law, when we open the store, we will also set up a phone number. If anything happens, we will call you!" [

On the night before leaving, Ya'er, who was accustomed to talking about military matters on paper, gave these two upright veterans a few words of advice for the first time. To grow a business, connections are the most important thing. It is better for the county magistrate to take charge now.

Those who are filial shall be filial.

Zhai Yaohui, on the other hand, spoke directly, "Just don't lose your sister-in-law's private money!"

That night, the three former comrades-in-arms were not drunk again. However, Yingzi and his brother sat next to Ya'er throughout the night and did not speak. From time to time, they secretly glanced at Ya'er with Rumu eyes, and then, quickly

He turned his little head away. However, his little hands tightly grasped Ya'er's skirt.

In just two or three days, the still-ignorant siblings got a vague glimpse of the colorful and magical world outside the mountains from their uncle and eldest sister who came from this city. The latest chapter of The Guide to Abandoned Wife.

Before going to bed, Xiao Ying lay down in front of Ya'er's ear, her little mouth pursed, "Sister, will you and uncle come to visit us in the future? Will you buy schoolbags for me and my sister and tell stories? I, I still want to do it today.

Listen to Ali Baba and the Fourteen Thieves!”

Ya'er looked at Yingzi, who also had small ears but pretended not to care, and felt soft and sweet, "Yes! Of course I will! However, Yingzi and Xiaoying can also go to the capital to see their sister in the future!" There is an optimistic father and an open-minded

Grandpa, the two siblings are lucky.

The next day, the three people who went up the mountain with big bags and small bags also came down the mountain with big bags and small bags. However, the three people who went down the mountain were always followed by two little tails with red eyes. It was not until the bottom of the mountain that the Yingzi sister and brother were similarly

Meng Dezhu was seeing him off and held him back.

As a bystander, Ya'er has never experienced the kind of friendship between men. If Ya'er must say it, comradeship is like wine, spicy and mellow, with blood, tears, sweat, baptized with life, and passed through the years.

Precipitated, full-bodied and sweet.

For the first time, Zhai Yaohui took Ya'er into his own world, a passionate, heroic, and flesh-and-blood military life. Hu Tianshu in H Province was Zhai Yaohui's first stop to visit his former comrades. After returning from Meng Dezhu's home, Zhai Yaohui and Ya'er

We didn’t make many stops and traveled across most of China from north to south.

As Zhai Yaohui said, the army taught those former soldiers a lot. There are some who are as upright as Hu Tianshu and are slightly incompatible with the society of the big dyeing vat, but there are also many who get along like a fish in water.

Some are slippery and sophisticated, and there are those with rigorous temperaments who have become famous detectives by virtue of their excellent military qualities. Some have opened a small restaurant, have wives and children, and are ordinary, and some have opened a business.

The big truck is bold and free-spirited. However, Ya'er will always remember that whether they were depressed or prosperous, those former soldiers had the same surprise on their faces when they saw Zhai Yaohui, an old comrade.

People often say that the army is a big melting pot. However, steel is forged over time. Under the rigorous and rigid military life, with sweat and blood, it also forged the trust and sincere friendship between men who give each other their backs.

Ya'er did not inquire into Zhai Yaohui's inner world, but Ya'er was envious of this comradeship.

Those soldiers who died underground for the country and the people, as well as those veterans who were injured and disabled, received more than just the title of heroes and martyrs and a hero medal. Even if the country and the people forget them, they will still be their former comrades-in-arms.

The door never forgets them.

Those veterans may be disabled but have a strong will. Just like Meng Dezhu, they still stick to their iron bones even if they are in poverty.

It's scorching summer, and Zhai Yaohui and his friends have already passed most of their trip, and now they are already in the sweltering heat of the land of plenty in the south of the Yangtze River. The hometown of great men is Zhai Yaohui and Ya'er's destination this time.

This time, with the scorching heat outside and the chirping of cicadas, Zhai Yaohui and Ya'er, who were tired of the world, had a rare opportunity to sit in an antique box built in the middle of the lake. Opposite them sat a fat man in a suit and leather shoes with a big belly and a smart look on his face.

The skinny monkey who looked like me, and the short guy who smiled like a short fox.

When Ya'er met these three people for the first time, she couldn't help but wonder whether Zhai Yaohui was looking for comrades or gangsters. These three people didn't look like they had been soldiers.

Fortunately, they sat down now. A closer look showed that although the three people were sitting in a casual and informal posture, it was not difficult to see that the three of them had maintained the habit of being ready to go at any time. Although they were casual, their backs were straight.

straight

Fortunately, although these three people deliberately stared at Ya'er lustfully, their clear expressions and magnanimous expressions did not make people feel bored, even though these three people looked like they were from the army.

Soldiers, gangsters!

The reaction of the three people opposite was no better than Ya'er's. This kid Zhai Yaohui is so damn lucky. Where did he find such a handsome girl?

A fat man in a suit and leather suit, with two golden rings on his fleshy fingers and a thick gold necklace hanging around his neck. Hou Xingliang, who looked extremely rich, stared at Ya'er with narrowed eyes.

After waiting for a long time, he said, "Sister, why did your flower get inserted into Lao Zhai's pile of cow dung!"