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Liu Qingshan blinked: "The co-author is also an old bachelor. From this point of view, the division is really in the same line."

No, if it is passed down to my generation, and the style of the family is still the same, then it will be jealous.

He figured it out, this uncle, at best, is naive and unscheming, at worst, he is a little dazed.

But it's okay, this kind of person is easy to make friends with.

Just at this time, a tricycle passed by, rang the bell, and said hello: "Master Mao, how many jobs are you running today?"

Mao Erye, Liu Qingshan blinked, there are all kinds of "fathers" in old Beijing. This Mao Erye generally refers to those who are stupid, and it evolved from the word silly hater.

"The stall is closed, and my nephew just happened to come to see me, and our father and I will go home and do a good job."

The uncle waved his big hand, then turned to Liu Qingshan and said: "Your uncle, my surname is Ai, and my name is Ai Wenmao. These gangsters call me Laomaoer, so you can call me Laomaoer." .”

"Walk around, don't stay in the store anymore, go to the uncle's house, and treat it as your own home!"

After speaking, he rode on the tricycle carelessly, pedaled and ran away, so frightened that the fourth child in the car almost called the police uncle.

"Uncle, please stop first, my elder will come over in a while."

Liu Qingshan yelled a few times, but the tricycle was getting faster and faster, he was also anxious, and shouted: "Uncle Old Maoer!"

With a creak, the tricycle stopped, and the four and five on the car were carried by inertia and flew straight forward.

The old hat didn't even look back, and stretched out two big hands like flapping fans, grabbed the two little girls in mid-air, leaned back on the iron bridge, and put them on the original seats.

Then he scratched his head and said: "It seems to be the same, I have two rooms, and I really can't accommodate you."

Seeing the hand he showed just now, Liu Qingshan was also completely convinced.

This body is good at kung fu, but pedaling three rounds is a bit too embarrassing.

When Lao Mao'er came back on his bike and waited for Lin Zizhou on the road, Liu Qingshan introduced his family to him.

Old Mao seemed to like children very much, he picked up the fourth and fifth children and threw them high and high.

The fourth child screamed in fright, while he grinned and laughed.

Liu Qingshan also felt a little nervous: Should I call you Uncle Zhou Botong?

So he hurriedly yelled: "Uncle Master..."

"Call me Uncle Hat."

"Okay, Mr. Hat, please find a place nearby. We just got off the train and haven't had breakfast yet."

Old Mao'er just slapped his forehead: "Forget about this, don't starve our little fourth and fifth little ones, let's go, uncle will take you two little ones to drink some soy milk!"

"There is no need for soy milk, just find a pancake and fruit shop or fried dough sticks and soy milk."

Liu Qingshan knew that outsiders must not be used to drinking soybean juice, so he quickly reminded him.

The old hat was not happy after hearing this: "When you arrive in the capital, you must eat the food of our old capital, soy sauce with coke rings, or a bowl of stewed or fried liver for each person."

Liu Qingshan ignored him, seeing a pancake seller, he ordered one first, and ate while looking at the tricycle, even waiting for Lin Zizhou.

The old hat led the rest of the people, and they could eat whatever they liked, as long as they were full anyway.

After waiting for a long time, Lao Mao'er carried the fourth and fifth children on his shoulders, and led a group of people to wander back.

That's right, just carry it, sit on one shoulder, and his shoulders are also broad, let alone two small ones, even if an adult sits on it, it will be fine.

The fourth child and the fifth child still had food in their hands, and they were eating happily. Seeing Liu Qingshan, the fourth child handed over the food in their hands:

"Brother, the bean noodle rolls in the capital are better than ours!"

"It's called donkey rolling."

The old hat is still correcting it, it can be seen that he really likes children.

Liu Qingshan ate two mouthfuls of donkey rolling, it was soft, glutinous and sweet, it was really good, asked what other people ate, it was either stewed or fried liver, I don't know if I am used to it or not.

Fortunately, people these days rarely have picky eaters, and some eat well.

While waiting for others, when he had nothing to do, Liu Qingshan chatted with Lao Maoer: "Master, you have such abilities, why are you still acting as a boss?"

"Eating for a living, if you don't have any other skills, you just have to work hard, what else can you do if you don't do this."

Old Mao didn't care at all. Anyway, if one person is full, the whole family is not hungry.

Liu Qingshan grinned: "Then this ability is not a waste, you just find a place, open a martial arts gym, and teach dozens of apprentices every day."

When the old hat heard this, he shook his head again and again: "Last year when we performed in Shaolin Temple, quite a few people wanted to learn from their masters. At most, there were more than 100 people. They practiced with me in the park every morning."

"But after practicing and practicing, they all quit, and no one really practiced martial arts."

Liu Qingshan was also puzzled: "Master, what have you taught them?"

"Of course the starting point is standing, and you must stand for an hour every day!"

Liu Qingshan was also completely speechless. Thinking about how he gritted his teeth when he started to stand against the dumb grandfather, he persisted.

That's still because of his mental toughness, how many ordinary young people can bear this hardship.

After watching the movie, they want to imitate the showmanship in the movie. You teach people how to do horseback riding and stances.

But that's good too, in the future, it's better to ask my uncle to ride a three-wheeler and help me store things, anyway, he is familiar with the land, and Master Lu will help me.

It happened to be a good match, and I dragged Master Lu around Sijiu City every day.

So he told his uncle about this plan, and Lao Mao'er's head shook like a rattle: "Xiao Shanzi, you can't enter this way. Lifting cages to frame birds, fighting cocks and running dogs, it's not easy to deceive people!"

Seeing his bitterness and hatred, Liu Qingshan also wondered: What's the matter?

Old Mao'er sighed: "Your uncle and I have suffered a lot from it, do you know what your uncle's last name is?"

"Didn't you just say your surname is Ai?"

"This Ai... This is the surname changed after the founding of the People's Republic of China. The original surname was Aixinjueluo."

Liu Qingshan blinked and understood: this uncle of affection was a student of Eight Banners before.

He persuaded him for a long time, but the old hat didn't let in oil and salt. It seemed that he was really scared, and he probably had a big shadow in his heart.

Just as he was talking, he saw Lin Zizhou rushing over on a bicycle. Seeing Liu Qingshan and the others, he quickly put the bicycle on the curb and asked with a smile:

"Qingshan, why didn't you call earlier so that I can pick you up at the station."

After finishing speaking, he greeted Liu Jinfeng and Liu Yinfeng one by one, and pinched Liu Caifeng's little cheek: "Yo, the fourth and fifth are here too, is the capital fun?"

"Uncle Lin, the capital is very interesting, and there are many delicious things."

With just a few words from Xiao Lao Si, he exposed his nature as a snack foodie.

Shan Xing also called Uncle Lin softly. Knowing her background, Lin Zizhou bent down to touch her little face, and said affectionately, "Shan Xing is so beautiful in braji."

Liu Qingshan smiled and shook hands with Lin Zizhou, then pointed to the side and said: "If I troubled Uncle Lin earlier, I wouldn't have met my uncle."

Uncle?

Lin Zizhou couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then shook hands with Lao Mao'er: "Brother, hello, hello, is this considered a fateful meeting?"

"You reporters still know how to talk, call me old hat, let's go, which guest house should we go to?"

asked the old hat with a grin.

Lin Zizhou looked at these people, so he didn't give way to his family. Now the housing in the capital is tight, and no one has such a big space.

So he reported the name of a guest house of the Ministry of Culture, and the old hat carried the fourth and fifth children to the car again, leading the way.

Lin Zizhou pushed his bicycle and chatted with Liu Qingshan while walking, mainly Lin Zizhou asked about the development of Jiapigou, and said that he would do another survey at the end of the year.

For this, Liu Qingshan naturally raised his hands to welcome it.

When he arrived at the guest house, Liu Qingshan was a little dazed: Is there a basement in this year?

Lin Zizhou then explained: "There are a lot of people coming to Beijing now. The hostels I know are all full. This used to be an air-raid shelter, but it was converted into a hostel. There are ventilation fans inside. Let's make do with it for a few nights. Think of another way to adjust it for you."

There was Lin Zizhou in his early years, and he moved in smoothly. The room is a little damp, but the facilities are quite complete.

Chapter 252 You Can't Sell It Without This Number

"I'll treat you to dinner tonight. By the way, Li, the director of the winery in your county, finished filming the advertisement last month and went back."

After everyone settled down, Lin Zizhou got up and said goodbye.

"Uncle Lin, I have caused you trouble."

Liu Qingshan thanked him again and again, after all, he was not his own uncle, but a relative on the other side of the old sister, in fact there was no blood relationship.

"Qingshan, you don't need to meet outside. I'll see you tonight. I've reserved a seat at Quanjude, and we'll talk slowly in the evening." Lin Zizhou explained a few words, and then left in a hurry.

The old hat smacked his lips: "Quanjude eats roast duck, isn't it? It's exquisite and has a face. Are you ordering the Qianmen Store, Wangfujing Store or Heping Store? I'll definitely join you in the evening."

"A few years ago, Quanjude's brand was changed to Beijing Roast Duck Restaurant, and it was only changed back to the original old sign in 1980. I haven't eaten there for many years. I don't know if it still tastes the same."

Liu Qingshan smiled: "Uncle, if you help me, it will be fine to eat roast duck every day."

Old Mao'er immediately widened his eyes: "It's true, then Master will fuck with you from now on!"

Hey, I agree now, Liu Qingshan persuaded him for a long time just now, but in the end it was not even as good as a meal of roast duck.

Then I heard Master Mao'er slapping his thigh again: "No, no, it's too boring to eat roast duck every day..."

……

Sitting on the tricycle of the old hat master uncle, Liu Qingshan leisurely browsed the current city scenery of the capital.

Sitting next to him was Uncle Lu, chatting with Lao Maoer without a word, while the family members were resting in the guest house.

"Uncle, if there is a suitable house, please pay attention to it for me, preferably a detached house." Liu Qingshan said with a faint smile.

In the capital right now, the pace of life is not fast at all.

Even a little slow, like a tricycle underneath.

"Hey, Xiaoshanzi, you really want to buy a house, isn't the house in the capital cheap?"

Old Mao stared wide-eyed, still not quite believing it.

At present, houses in small county towns cost one to two thousand dollars, but in the capital, housing prices are still higher.

A single courtyard is a quadrangle courtyard, and even a single courtyard costs tens of thousands.

Of course Lao Mao'er didn't believe it, the nephew came from a small valley, how could he get so much money?

"Hehe, Brother Lao Mao, you don't have to worry about money. Qingshan dare not say he is a rich man now, but he still has the money to buy a house."

Uncle Lu knew a little bit about Liu Qingshan's background, and happily helped explain it.

Old Mao'er glanced back at the nephew: "Xiao Shanzi, how much money did you bring with you this trip, let's find out with Old Mao's uncle first?"

Liu Qingshan winked at him: "Not much, just 10 yuan. I have 20 yuan on hand, but I have to reserve 10 yuan for activities to buy wild vegetables."

The boss, who had been riding three-wheeled for many years, shook his hands and couldn't control the handlebars, so he slammed into the curb on the side of the road.

Fortunately, he was old-fashioned. At the last moment, the old hat finally re-adjusted to the handlebars, and then jumped out of the car:

"Boy, to be honest, are you robbing the road, or robbing the bank?"

These days, even if you are a native of the capital, your salary is not high, and at most, your salary is better than that of other places.

Those who can have a deposit of 800 yuan are considered wealthy people. This nephew opened his mouth with 20 to [-] yuan, which is too scary!

"Uncle, I earned all the money from doing business seriously."

Liu Qingshan curled his lips and explained.

Master Lu next to him coughed twice: It doesn't seem like a real business to make a living by cheating people, but fortunately, it's a little devil who cheated, which is really relieved.

He still doesn't know that Liu Qingshan earned the money by selling morel mushrooms, and he thought that the 20 yuan was tricked by a little devil.

Seeing that the expressions of the two did not seem to be fake, the old hat master smacked his lips, and with a bit of surprise, he continued to pedal the car forward, and said in his mouth:

"Xiao Shanzi, it doesn't matter if you have money. You don't have a permanent residence in the capital. If the house falls under my uncle's name, don't you worry?"

Liu Qingshan said with a smile: "Uncle, don't bother you for now, in the future, my nephew will definitely respect your house."

Master Lu chimed in again: "Brother Lao Maoer, Qingshan's second sister, you just saw her, she is admitted to Peking University this year, and her household registration has also come over."

"Which Peking University, a photo studio or a bathhouse?"

The old hat didn't react for a while.

"University, what else can I have?" Uncle Lu also felt that Bei'er had face.