The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

In Ding Ding Dong, there are only three days left before the 80th Spring Festival. There is no TV, and there is no Spring Festival Gala, but the taste of the new year in this era is better than that of later generations.

Small merchants and hawkers in the streets and alleys suddenly became bold. Who doesn’t want to earn money to buy some New Year’s goods for the New Year? The people above will understand their difficulties, right?

The alley, which had been quiet for an unknown number of years, was once again filled with the sound of peddlers. Sugar figurines, paper-cuts, and dough. The entire city of Yanjing seemed to come alive in an instant.

Yang Dongxu is very busy these days, so busy that he doesn't even have time to catch his breath. Big purchases at the end of the year are a Chinese custom, and the objects to be purchased are naturally not just New Year's goods.

If you don't have money, you have to get new clothes anyway. It's not like a new year and a new atmosphere. Those who have money can sell more. As long as they are available in the supply and marketing cooperatives and don't need tickets, it's like a robbery.

Bicycles are naturally the focus of every household's purchases. After a year, when relatives ride bicycles and bring their wives and children there, it will definitely be a face. Therefore, the sound of car bells is always ringing in the alley. It is not that someone in front is blocking the car bell to make way for the other party, but to attract the eyes of the neighbors around, and then they know that they are also "car owners".

Wearing a dog fur hat, Wu Aibing pushed the door into the room, and a gust of cold wind hit, making Yang Dongxu, who was only wearing a sweater, shiver, but the work in his hands continued to press the steel balls into the bearings one by one.

"How many more?" Yang Dongxu asked without raising his head.

"21 cars." Taking off his gloves and throwing them aside, Wu Aibing took the wrench next to him and began to assemble the large pieces.

"Isn't it short of 18 cars in the morning, didn't you just send out two?" Yang Dongxu tilted his head and looked at Wu Aibing.

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

"I repeat, you are not allowed to take on new jobs. If you do it yourself, you want to exhaust me to death or something?" Yang Dongxu waited for Wu Aibing.

This guy wants money more 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 spend the New Year's Eve 30 in order to make money. It's not necessary, is it?

"They want it after the next year, so there's no rush. They won't accept it, absolutely not before the year before, even after the next year." Wu Aibing is not accompanying him.

People in this era still have no sense of security, and they are a little worried about gains and losses in everything they do. So Wu Aibing wants to take advantage of the fact that this business doesn't seem to be too risky to sell as many cars as possible, even if he is not allowed to sell that day, he still has savings in his hands, right?

"What happened to the person you asked for?" Yang Dongxu gave Wu Aibing a hard look, and he didn't have any hope for the guarantee in his mouth. He began to listen to such guarantees since the twelfth lunar month. There are still more and more people, this guy is afraid that the other party will go back and collect the deposit, so Yang Dongxu can only work hard.

"I found it, and said I'll come over after lunch. But don't we have a kitchen? Why do we still have a pot in the side room?" Wu Aibing looked at Yang Dongxu puzzled.

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 are a total of eight houses.

Usually no one uses the kitchen, the only thing that fires is the coal stove in the room at this time, and the ingredients are all processed by old man Xuan, and they are brought over and thrown into the iron pot for a mess of stewing.

As a bachelor in his forties, cooking is the most basic requirement for a real otaku, so Yang Dongxu's cooking is not bad. But after his rebirth, he obviously became a lot lazy, and with the old man Xuan beside him who was better at eating than himself, he naturally didn't bother to do it.

"Getting another pot and stove is useful to get another pot and stove. Did you tell me about letting you and your mother come over to celebrate the New Year?" Yang Dongxu didn't bother to explain. When they eat such delicacies as ground pot chicken, they will know that they are here What is the purpose of having a stove in the house if it is not used as a kitchen?

"Will this be too troublesome?" Wu Aibing was a little moved.

There are only him and his mother at home during the Chinese New Year. The two younger sisters are already married and will not come over to visit relatives until the third day of the new year, so staying at home is quite boring.

"What's the trouble? If you and your wife don't come, we won't be celebrating the new year? Old man Xuan will come over then, and you two will have a lively time when you come over again. It's not like you don't know what's going on here, and it's not as bad as yours. Stuttering." Yang Dongxu said.

"That's fine, then I'll bring my mother over." Wu Aibing's evasion was not hypocritical, but because he didn't want to cause trouble for others. After all, everyone's life is a bit tight these days, right? But Yang Dongxu took the point of what he said, if he didn't come over, he obviously didn't know how to flatter him.

In the afternoon two masons came, and instead of making a hole in the roof for the chimney, they cut a hole in the back wall to lead the chimney out. The hands and feet of the two masons were very neat. Originally, Yang Dongxu thought that he would have another half day of work tomorrow, but they finished it all in one afternoon.

"Uncle, you really didn't talk about your work." He got a handful of straw and stuffed it into the stove and lit it. After burning for a while, there was no smoke and dust in the house. Yang Dongxu gave a thumbs up to the mason who was working.

"As long as the little master is satisfied." The mason grinned, showing his yellowish teeth.

Since I am very satisfied with the work, the elliptical shape of the pot table is very comfortable to look at, and the unspoken 10 yuan bill is handed over and there is no need to look for it.

The two masons pushed back a few times, and found that Yang Dongxu really gave it, rather than being polite. The smile on his face was thicker and he said generously that he would ask them for a discount if he had any work in the future.

Just as the bricklayer was leaving the door, the old man Xuan came in, pulled Yang Dongxu out without any explanation. Wu Aibing glanced at the half-assembled bicycle reluctantly, and followed behind as long as the door was closed and locked.

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

The courtyard is very big, just by looking at the people, you can tell that it is very big. The threshold of the gate reaches the waist of Yang Dongxu, a seven-year-old kid, and the two big lions at the gate are very mighty.

Old man Xuan pointed to the gate and introduced that it was called Guangliang Gate, which was only slightly lower than the gate of Wangfu. People who can live here were either rich or expensive in the past. After all, the stone lions at the gate in the past were not free for anyone to let go.

But although the gate is majestic, it can't hide the dilapidation, especially after entering the gate of the house, and the disappointment in Yang Dongxu's eyes is even stronger after passing through the vertical flower gate to the second courtyard.

The yard is very big, really big. There are gardens, rockeries, and a small pond in the four-way courtyard. Although there are no pavilions and pavilions comparable to the palace, it covers an area of ​​at least 3,000 square meters.

But it's too dilapidated, the yard is overgrown with weeds, the kind that can drive out rabbits, let alone other snakes, rats and ants, the wing rooms are basically collapsed, even if they are not, they are dilapidated and cannot be lived in.

The main house has not been tidied up, and it may be able to live in it, but living in such a yard is haunted at night, and it is not impossible for some vixen to exist. Don’t look at the outside of the house, just look at the inside of the house. It’s nothing compared to a ruined temple in the wilderness the difference.

Strolling around, Yang Dongxu and his party returned to the inverted room at the entrance of the house, which is the south room in the first row of the courtyard. This is the only place in the entire courtyard where people can be treated, and there is only one room.

This is the residence of the owner, an old man in his sixties wearing an old-fashioned coat. There are all kinds of mess inside, the sleeping bed, the kitchen, and even the urinal. The air is so sour.

"Can this house be bought? Renovating one side is enough for us to buy a similar house?" Yang Dongxu looked at old man Xuan without hiding it, and said directly.

The old homeowner smiled with embarrassment on his face, and the old man Xuan's complexion was also a little ugly. Although some outsiders didn't reach out to slap Yang Dongxu, they were not polite: "If it's not so broken, it's your turn to sell it?"

Although old man Xuan spoke bluntly, Yang Dongxu still agreed with him in his heart. It is because it is too dilapidated that the government/government did not arrange people to live there, otherwise it would have become a large courtyard.

It is also because of the old house owner that the old house was returned to him after he was rehabilitated. The old man did not intend to sell the ancestral house at first, otherwise he would not have repaired the gate.

But he forgot that he is no longer the wealthy local tyrant he used to be, and his family is not a high-ranking official in the Qing Dynasty, so just repairing his pocket at the gate will see the bottom of it. Coupled with other reasons, he was going to sell the house.

"How much?" Yang Dongxu asked after glancing at the house behind through the open door.

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

Is this dilapidated house expensive to sell for so much? It's not expensive at all, even if Yang Dongxu doesn't plan to rebuild, the land of a house after a few years here is not worth the price.

But this price is too much now, three thousand yuan is enough for Yang Dongxu to buy a three-entry large courtyard, and it is the kind that can be lived in at any time.

Yang Dongxu took a look at old man Xuan, and found that old man Xuan was far away from things and didn't respond to him at all. He knew that old man Xuan was not going to participate in the bargaining.

"In this way, don't say three thousand, and I won't cheat you. According to the current market price, 2,000 yuan, if you think it's okay, we will go through the formalities, but you have to move out after the year, and I plan to overhaul the place."

The old man looked at old man Xuan, then at Wu Aibing, obviously it was a bit strange for a child to negotiate the price with him while an adult was standing next to him.

"He paid for the house. Although he is young, he can make decisions about the family affairs, just like he said." Old man Xuan, who had been silent just now, seemed to see the old man's doubts and said.

Yang Dongxu looked at the old man and then at the old man Xuan, thinking that there might be a relationship between the two. Otherwise, old man Xuan would not have shown him such a dilapidated house with his critical eyes, even though he said that it doesn't matter whether the house is good or bad, as long as the place is big enough.

But since old man Xuan didn't tell him on the way, Yang Dongxu didn't intend to ask. He just needs to be sure that old man Xuan won't cheat himself, let alone three thousand yuan for such a big yard, even if the old man wanted to say just now for the 5,000 yuan, it won't be a loss.

"Well, I don't want an extra 2,200 yuan. If possible, let's go through the formalities now, and I will move out immediately. It happens to be the end of the year. I will go back to the countryside to celebrate the New Year, and I don't have to wait until next year." The old man smacked his mouth. She took a look at Panic Baiyuan and gritted his teeth and said.