Siheyuan diet for men and women

Chapter 142

After soaking for more than an hour, they all took a bath and had their feet trimmed. Wen San'er also learned from Grandma and Silly Zhu, and pulled out the fire pot.

This fire jar is not made of glass like the later generations, but a bamboo tube, the inside and sides of which are blackened by the fire, and the wall of the tube is dark red.

The scrub master used fire cans to hold two rows of jars on the backs of the three people, like a tyrannosaurus rex, and then was fanned by the master with the towels brought by the three.

"Third Uncle, you have to cherish your body. Why is your waist not good at such a young age? Why don't you let my dad fix it for you?" Li Xuewu patted Wen San'er, who was lying on the bed with cupping cups, and laughed. road.

At this time, Lao Biaozi answered, "Uncle Li won't be able to give my third uncle a tiger's whip, and he's not lost as quickly as he made up."

"Hahahaha!"

Everyone was overwhelmed by Lao Biaozi's unastonishing and endless discourse style. This guy teased his uncle as much as he could because Wen San'er couldn't get out of bed with his jar pulled out.

Wen San'er scolded angrily: "Fuck off you bastard, I'm suffering from the wind on my shoulders, what's the matter with my waist, I'm forcing it, if you don't believe me, go to the top of the kang in my old house, the kang is all covered out of a hole."

The old Biaozi said meanly: "Oh! I said that there is a hole where soybeans can't get out at the top of the kang!"

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The scrub master laughed out loud, this group of people is so interesting.

Wen San'er was so angry that he was about to get up and beat Lao Biaozi. As soon as he got up, he was held down by the cupping master: "What are you so angry with your own nephew? If the cupping pot falls off, my effort will be in vain."

Wen San'er took advantage of the situation and lay back on his stomach again, and said angrily, "I'll pretend I don't have this bastard nephew."

Seeing that his third uncle could not get up, Lao Biaozi said again: "If you say that, then we have to be buddies."

Wen San'er is also a bachelor, so he put his face on the long stool and said, "Okay, if you call me big brother today, tomorrow I will go to your house and call your mother aunt, and my brother-in-law and I will call you brother-in-law." Talk about uncles and nephews."

Shen Guodong chimed in at this time: "It's okay, "Third Brother", let's talk about it in the future."

Wen San'er turned her head and scolded: "Get out, little bastard, you wait for me to go to the ground"

Everyone knows that Wen San'er is a strong talker, and when he goes to the ground, he has a good time talking.

But Wen San'er is Lao Biaozi's third uncle. Although he is only a few years older, everyone calls him Sanjiu.

Usually jokes are jokes, but I dare not get serious with Wen San'er, that would make me a bastard, so among these people, only Wen San'er can call himself Lao Tzu, swear at the street, and beat people.

Even if Li Xuewu was supposed to be joking, he couldn't say a dirty word or an insulting word to Wen San'er. This is called "Li'er".

Seeing a few people joking, Grandma just smiled and drank a cigarette, as if recalling her youthful years.

Silly Zhu also looked enviously at the excitement of Li Xuewu and his brothers. He wanted to participate but felt a little uncomfortable. He didn't have such good brothers when he grew up, and he was always alone.

A few people walked out of the bathhouse as if they had peeled off a layer of skin. Wearing freshly washed underwear, they returned to the courtyard refreshed.

Sha Zhu said goodbye to Li Xuewu and the others at the second gate, and went home by himself

The kang is burning hot in the afternoon, and it is time to lay down the quilt and sleep.

Li Xuewu signaled the second child to spread the quilt, and he slept here too. In the afternoon, the grandmother brought Li Xuewu's luggage over. The kang was so big that several people could sleep easily.

Wen San'er, the others and grandma sat at the kang table and listened to Li Xuewu's arrangements.

Seeing that several people are feeling sleepy, but things must be clarified now, so as not to cause problems tomorrow.

Li Xuewu looked at Lao Biaozi and asked, "Are you familiar with the price list you got back from the scrap company?"

Lao Biaozi took out a notebook and said, "I have memorized almost everything by heart, and I wrote down everything I didn't remember clearly in the notebook."

Li Xuewu nodded and said: "Strictly follow the established price, we must walk steadily on this road, and we must walk steadily, even if we don't make money in the early stage."

"Of course, antique calligraphy and paintings are also collected, and old electrical appliances are also collected. Be careful when transporting them back. We have to find someone who understands to help check the customs. You can slowly explore the price. We are new to the industry and have enough capital. We can make mistakes, so we will treat you tuition fees."

Wen San'er nodded and said, "I'll find someone who knows how to do it."

Li Xuewu said to Wen Sansi and the others: "Leave this matter to the third uncle. Tomorrow, the four of you will collect in rotation according to the previously divided areas and flow order. Whenever someone asks, you will say that you don't know each other. You are all waste products." The people sent by the company to collect waste products put their hearts into practice and put down their bodies.”

Li Xuewu said to his grandma again: "From tomorrow onwards, some people may come to sell waste products, collect them according to the price list given to you by Lao Biaozi, and pile them up in the middle of the West Courtyard when they are finished, and pile up the paper here temporarily. In the two empty inverted rooms next to it, pay attention to fire prevention.”

Wen San'er took out 10 yuan and handed it to grandma, and said, "Uncle, you take this to deal with the scrap purchase at home tomorrow."

Wen San'er was a generation older than Li Xuewu, and a generation younger than Li Xuewu's grandfather, so Wen San'er called Li Xuewu's grandfather Uncle.

After Wen San finished speaking, he said to Li Xuewu: "I sold the bicycle I bought a while ago, and I can't ride it anyway, so I might as well make some money."

Li Xuewu nodded indifferently, took out a notebook from his satchel and handed it to Wen San'er, and explained: "From tomorrow onwards, the two lines of income and expenditure must be clearly recorded, and whoever handles it will sign for it."

Seeing that several people understood what he meant, he arranged for everyone to rest.

Several people in this big kang bed sleep in douchebags, it is very spacious, and the windows are new, airtight, much more comfortable than at home.

In the early morning of the next day, just after dawn, my grandmother got up to clean up the kitchen and prepare to cook.

Wen San'er and the others began to wash up, Li Xuewu didn't think it was so early, but Er Haier had folded everyone's quilts, sat in front of him and looked at him, waiting to put the quilts away.

"Okay, okay, I can't get up"

The second child said with a "hehe" smile: "It's okay, Brother Wu, you can continue to sleep, I can wait for you to wake up and then stack it."

"Fuck off"

Li Xuewu got up with a yawn, put on his clothes and walked to the kitchen, lined up to wash his face.

The breakfast is very simple, stick porridge, corn bread, and pickled vegetables.

While eating breakfast, Grandma said: "The third child and the others brought half a bag of radishes. I have nothing to do in the afternoon and ask your mother to help pickle them. In the morning, I also have pickles for dinner."

Li Xuewu nodded and said yes, and the old Biaozi over there made another moth.

Lao Biaozi put the Wowotou and stick porridge together and asked Xiang Wen San'er: "Sanjiu, what do you think these two have to do with each other?"

(End of this chapter)