The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

The culinary skills of the old Taoist priest are really unrecognizable. Whether it is rabbit meat or two plates of wild vegetables with unknown names, Yang Dongxu keeps giving thumbs up and devouring them.

"Is this your concubine?" Looking at Yang Dongxu, who was eating so much, he stopped to take care of Xiaoxue from time to time, and the old Taoist asked with a smile while holding up the small wine cup in front of him.

Yang Dongxu almost spit out the food in his mouth. Even if he talks old-fashionedly, he is still just a seven-year-old kid, okay? You, a monk, ask a seven-year-old kid if he is his concubine next to him, do you want to face it? I'm just a kid.

"Yes, yes, no, no. It's not like I haven't seen a child bride." Seeing Yang Dongxu rolling his eyes at himself, the old Taoist continued to drink indifferently.

What the old Taoist said made Yang Dongxu simply not bother to roll his eyes and concentrate on eating. There is really nothing to say to such an old hooligan, his knowledge is indeed much wider than that of people in later generations.

No matter how good you are in future generations, you can only be a childhood sweetheart. Can you get a child bride? Can you visit the kilns openly and aboveboard? Even the good-yang ancestors were much more open than the homosexuals of later generations. And raising a **** or something

After eating, he took Xiaoxue away with a wipe of his mouth, and the mess on the table was regarded as a punishment for speaking unrestrainedly to the old Taoist priest and planting filthy seeds in his young mind.

Looking at the back of Yang Dongxu leaving, the boss's eyes were a bit complicated, as if he remembered something, sitting on the stone pier in a daze, pouring wine into his stomach cup after cup.

After dinner, Yang Dongxu stopped visiting temples, he could only see if he could get a little troubled, and he needed to go back and order Xiamao. The adults at home in the courtyard are also busy with their own affairs, and it is impossible to help you take care of the children all the time.

But now people are so kind. If the child has been out for a long time and doesn’t go back after lunch, he must ask about it, and even put down the dishes and chopsticks to look for it. Although in this era, there is no enough food for one's own family and there is no abduction and trafficking of children, but getting lost is also a big deal.

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

Opening the door with the key hanging around his neck, Yang Dongxu took a mat and came to the shade of the trees in the yard. The reclining chairs are too high-end and his house doesn't have any, and there is no place to put them, so the mat is the most suitable.

At this time, whether it is Houhai or Qianhai, even Beihai Park in the front is still a place full of wild grass, and there are no tall buildings around it, so the wind is whistling under the shade of trees.

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

In a daze, Yang Dongxu felt as if someone had covered him with something, his eyelids were fighting and he didn't care about it, he fell asleep until two o'clock.

He returned the sheet to Grandma Liu and thanked her. After washing her face, she took Wu Xue, who still had the mat mark on her face, out the door. The child doesn't know if he is not used to the pillow. When he sleeps, he sleeps on the pillow, but when he wakes up, he lies on the mat. The marks on his face look very funny.

The owner ran from the west to the west, from the south to the north, looking at the large courtyards, or small single-family courtyards, Yang Dongxu almost drooled, and the plan to buy a house 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 personality, it would be good to have a place to stay. Buying a house probably never appeared in his mind in his life.

But in Yang Dongxu's opinion, the current house is almost the same as the one picked up for nothing. Although 500 yuan can't buy a big courtyard house, you can definitely buy a smaller one. 500 yuan for a courtyard house, let alone the toilet in future generations, you can’t buy the space occupied by the toilet in the toilet.

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

"It's not bad, it's very good here. I just feel that you will settle in Yanjing for a long time in the future. Isn't it better for us to sell our own house, so that if my family members come here, there will be a place to live for a few more days?" Yang Dongxu While pulling the rice into his mouth, he opened his mouth and said.

Zhou Yiren put down the chopsticks in his hand, and looked straight at Yang Dongxu without saying a word.

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

"Why do house prices increase in the future? What basis do you have?" Zhou Yiren asked, having long been accustomed to Yang Dongxu's appearance as a little adult.

"It's a very simple reason. Everyone wants to live in the city. Yanjing is the capital, and there must be more people who want to come. When there are more people, the house price will naturally rise." Yang Dongxu, who had been prepared for a long time, explained his reasons.

"Chang'an rice is expensive, and the price increase is justified." Zhou Yiren nodded, but he still hit Yang Dongxu's head with his chopsticks: "It's okay, stop thinking about those messy things and think more about useful things. I'll give you a few hundred dollars." I plan to save it for you first, and when you grow up, I will buy you a house and marry a wife."

To marry a daughter-in-law in the future? A group of crows flew over Yang Dongxu's head, not to mention when he will get married in this life. Even if you marry early, you get married at the age of 18. Then there are still eleven years left. After eleven years, five hundred yuan will not be enough to buy a house in the city, just marrying a wife is not enough. If you are in your thirties and get married around 2000, this amount of money is not enough to buy a bag.

In fact, this can’t be blamed for Zhou Yiren’s lack of foresight. If Yang Dongxu hadn’t been there, no one would have thought that Chinese society would be such an era of big explosion decades later.

According to Zhou Yiren's reasoning, Yanjing's housing prices will indeed rise, but his salary will also rise accordingly. Buying a house now will become an old house when Yang Dongxu gets married. It’s up to the new wife whether she wants to live in it or not, right?

So now that the unit has arranged a house, I live in it first, and when Yang Dongxu gets married in the future, I will buy a new house nearby. At that time, even if Yanjing's house price rises beyond his expectations, then he will just add some more money, and it won't be a big problem.

Yang Dongxu naturally didn't know what his godfather was thinking. But he understood that it would definitely not work to ask the godfather to take out all the money to buy a house at this time, and he had to make another plan if he wanted to buy a house.

So Yang Dongxu began to lead Wu Xue to run around to see if he could find a way to make money. Although he has many ways to make money in his mind, but no one implements it.

At this time, he misses his little grandfather very much. It would be very easy for him to 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 can't do by himself.

"Old man, I brought you a bottle of good wine. Have you tried Erguotou?" No matter how anxious he was wandering around in the alley like a headless chicken, Yang Dongxu would always appear in the small courtyard of the old Taoist at noon every day.

At the beginning, it was eating and drinking, but after a long time, although the old Taoist priest didn't say anything, Yang Dongxu himself felt a little embarrassed. So sometimes I bring something to my door.

What makes Yang Dongxu feel funny is that whenever he brings something to the door, the dishes prepared by the old Taoist are always in even numbers, at least four. If you don’t bring anything, it’s an odd number. Sometimes there are only soy beans and steamed buns, and Yang Dongxu is treated like a bastard.

"I've even drank tribute wine. What's so strange about Erguotou? In the past, I didn't even take a look at it." More like a hooligan than a Taoist priest.

Putting down the Erguotou in his hand, Yang Dongxu farted like an old Taoist priest. It's better to save yourself from bickering with him, he doesn't treat Yang Dongxu as a child at all. Some obscenities said that Yang Dongxu, who has read countless blockbuster movies in the island country, blushed unceasingly. He is a standard old hooligan.

"Where's your little daughter-in-law?" Seeing that only Yang Dongxu came and no one followed, the old Taoist asked strangely.

For more than a month, every time Yang Dongxu came to eat and drink, the two of them took good care of his little daughter-in-law, putting all the good meat in her bowl, and eating the bones by himself. The rest of the head, neck, and butt belonged to the old Taoist.

"Her mother doesn't go to work today, so she took her to the Forbidden City to play." Yang Dongxu said casually, "By the way, I haven't known your name since I've known you for so long."

"I've been a monk for too long, I've forgotten what I'm called. You can call me Tongxuan, and you won't suffer a loss if you call me Grandpa Xuan." The old Taoist stroked his goatee, looking like a master of Taoism.

"Why aren't you called Tongtian?" Yang Dongxu rolled his eyes.

"Have you read Daozang?" Tong Xuan asked in a daze.

"Have I watched the TV series version of "Fengshen Bang"?" Yang Dongxu muttered in his heart. Tongxuan is Tongxuan. Although I have never heard of anyone in Taoism who is of the same generation as the leader of Tongtian, but the old Taoist said so so just listen, anyway, it is just a title.

No more entanglement with this Yang Dongxu looked into the wooden basin next to him: "What does old man Xuan have for lunch?"

"What old man Xuan, you can either call me Taoist Xuan, or call me grandpa Xuan, what old man Xuan!" Tong Xuan glared at Yang Dongxu.

"My grandfather Xuan, isn't that my great grandfather?"

"You can call me grandpa."

Yang Dongxu stopped talking, and directly gave the old hooligan a middle finger. I had told myself in my heart not to bicker with this hooligan, but in the end I couldn't hold back.

"This is a black swan. In July (lunar calendar), this thing is raising young meat, but it is a bit fishy. If you don't handle it well, you can't eat it. But I have a secret recipe. Today I will let you open your eyes and make you a medicinal meal. Tomorrow will definitely You drool when you eat."

Originally, Yang Dongxu thought it was a black duck or something, but he didn't expect it to be a black swan. Think about it, so many animals in China will be listed as endangered species in the future, so the root is here.

But Yang Dongxu obviously doesn't belong to the animal protection association, besides, now the swans are flying everywhere, eating two and inexhaustible species.

I have eaten goose meat, but I have never tried swan, let alone black swan meat. So he started to brighten his eyes, "You can eat it tomorrow?"

"Bullshit, goose meat is not easy to cook. The medicinal food tastes the best when it is cooked. You can treat it as a wild vegetable, and you can eat it by copying hot water." Tong Xuan snorted coldly and gave Yang Dongxu a contemptuous look.

Yang Dongxu doesn't care either, if you don't understand, you don't understand, it's fine if you despise you, as long as there is a lot of my food tomorrow.

Watching the old man Xuan clean up the black swan and put it in a jar to suffocate, the shiny surface of the jar made Yang Dongxu's eyes shine.