From the Siheyuan to the Heavens Travel Book

Xu Damao's bicycle was fully loaded. Village Chief Qin and the others collectively gave Xu Damao's local specialties mountain products. They also brought an old hen along with them. The chicken belonged to Village Chief Qin's family.

Xu Damao was riding a bicycle now. On the way back to Sijiu City, he finally left Qinjia Village with a wry smile on his face. The main village chief Qin was too polite, so the villagers just took a little bit of mountain goods.

It was Village Chief Qin who wanted to thank Xu Damao for teaching him martial arts, so he kept putting the mountain goods at home on his bicycle. In the end, Xu Damao had no choice but to take a little bit of each item. A little bit, not a billion bits,

In the end, it ended up like this, with mountain products, including dried mushrooms, dried bamboo shoots, dried sweet potatoes, and red dates, each with a pound, and, by the way, an old hen.

Xu Damao was determined not to want anything else. When Xu Damao left in the end, he left fifteen yuan in the room where he was sleeping and treated it as a purchase.

It's not good to give too much. Anyway, Xu Damao just doesn't want to owe any favors now. After all, life is not easy for everyone now, so just help.

As soon as Xu Damao walked out of the courtyard gate and entered, he found that Yan Laokou was planting his flowers again, but now more than half of them were planted by Yan Bugui, including coriander, green onions and leeks.

Xu Damao said hello to Yan Bugui and pushed the cart to go home, but was stopped by Yan Bugui.

It is said that after Yan Bugui heard from Xu Damao that he could replace growing flowers with growing vegetables, he thought about it. After all, it would be a pity to destroy all those flowers.

Later, he thought of a way, which was to arrange the flowerpots together and put them in the corner. He would water them when he had time. Now he focused his attention on those vegetables, so that he could wait for a while. For a month, you can save a sum of money for buying groceries. This is possible, so Yan Bugui put two or three rows of wooden racks in the yard in front of his door. Each wooden rack has three layers. Planting vegetables in the soil, looking at Xu Damao, thinking that there was no one here, he went to the backyard.

Yan Bugui stopped Xu Damao because he saw five or six small sacks hanging on the front of Xu Damao's bicycle. He thought there must be something good. He wanted to see if he could pick some up.

So he smiled and said, Damao, you just came back from going to the countryside to play a movie. Come here, third uncle, I will help you carry your things in. Yan Bugui said to Xu Damao with a smile on his face, still talking. As he spoke, he started to get started, preparing to pick up the useful information on the front of Xu Damao's bicycle.

Especially the old hen that no longer cries. Although he knew this was impossible, Yan Bugui just couldn't control his eyes. He kept looking at the old hen and kept moving his hands. He immediately picked up a few small sacks on the head of Xu Damao's bicycle and followed Xu Damao into the backyard.

Xu Damao knew that Yanbu was expensive. He saw the things on his bicycle and was ready to take advantage. Xu Damao didn't care anyway, so just let him carry it.

When he got home, Xu Damao pushed the bicycle into the room. He didn't dare to put the bicycle outside, because there was a projection equipment behind the bicycle, and he had to be careful to spot the thieves in the courtyard.

Xu Damao asked the third uncle to put everything on the small round table in the living room. Xu Damao quickly threw the dying old hen into the chicken coop.

Then he went back to the room and saw that the third uncle was still standing there, looking at those useful things on the table with a smile on his face. Yes, that’s right, just when Xu Damao threw the old hen into the chicken coop inside,

The third uncle, Yan Bugui, opened all the small sacks and looked at each other like this. He also has the character of a scholar and will not steal, even if he is greedy, but if you are polite , tell him to give him a little bit, and he will take it away right away.

He won't say it to you politely. To use one of his wise sayings, if you don't have enough to eat, you won't have enough clothes to wear. If you don't calculate, you will suffer from poverty. It is this sentence that makes him have no one to support him for the rest of his life. If it weren’t for Shazhu’s help later, I don’t know what would have happened.