The Portable Farm in the Siheyuan

Mo Bin suddenly realized that apart from military uniforms, he had no clothes for riding a bicycle. Unless he wore two new uniforms from the steel rolling mill, what was the difference between that and being exposed?

You can only use gold fingers and repurpose old clothes. There are a lot of clothes in the space, but the key styles are not available now. Do you wear a suit, sportswear or a jacket? Got targeted immediately!

I collected fabrics everywhere. I found pants and a key top, so I got myself a black Chinese tunic suit. I was embarrassed to find that there were no buttons, so I had to make them myself. I destroyed a dark purple tea tray and made buttons.

He found a pair of silicone human skin masks from the villa. There were many of them in his villa. They were obtained by the boss of the pharmaceutical company. They were highly used and spent a lot of money to make the best ones.

This was intended for use by some special people. Wearing it, you could play cards, drink, receive gifts, and have sex without worrying about being secretly photographed. Mo Bin was so impressed at the time, he was so considerate!

Looking in the mirror, he has turned into a mature middle-aged man with a short beard, and with a pair of black-rimmed glasses, no one would recognize him when he returns home. At his current level, he would have to tear it apart with his hands. Exposed, and this is an ultra-thin model that reaches below the neck, so it will be fine if worn for more than ten or twenty hours.

First, we went to the nearest Jianguo Gate. It was close to five o'clock, it was darkness before dawn, and we could see people indistinctly. Everyone was in a hurry, walking alone towards the small woods in the distance.

Mo Bin thought about it for a while and decided to get a feel for the market first. Prices are now booming and he doesn't know what's going on, so he'd better find out more about it before talking about it.

"Stop, buy or sell?" Two people suddenly stood up from behind the big tree. They seemed to be organized.

"Buy." Mo Bin whispered.

"Five points."

He honestly paid five cents and didn't ask how he would charge for the goods. Anyway, he wouldn't come here just once. He would try selling goods next time.

There are about twenty stalls in Pigeon Market, all of them have their heads lowered dumbly, with the things they want to sell placed in front of them, which are basically grains, as well as pork, chickens, eggs, and rabbits.

There are actually people selling jade and porcelain. He has no spare money and he doesn't know the goods. This is not his thing. He really wants to buy something good, so he goes directly to the consignment shop and the cultural relic shop. I guarantee it is real!

I spent ten yuan to buy two pairs of rabbits. These rabbits reproduce very quickly, and with the space flowing at six times the speed, there will be endless rabbit meat to eat in the future.

I have roughly figured out the prices. Although the price of food has increased, it is not too outrageous and is within a certain control range.

Eggs, pork, and mutton all cost one yuan per catty, ribs cost 60 cents, goose 90 cents, beef cost 90 cents, and soybean oil cost 90 cents. Of course, these are all free of charge prices.

Mo Bin didn't want to buy anything, so he simply carried the two pairs of tied rabbits and walked directly out. He also carefully checked the surroundings to prevent anyone from following him or taking advantage of him.

After walking a long distance, I made sure that no one was following me, so I released the motorcycle tricycle and drove towards the city. I had breakfast before setting off.

Dabai steamed buns cost 3 cents, one tael of food stamps, vegetarian buns cost 5 cents, and meat stuffed buns cost 8 cents. They all still cost tickets. Mo Bin bought a few and tasted them, but they were not as delicious as the ones he made himself.

I got on the motorcycle and sped towards the north. There was no one on the road now, but the road condition was not very good and quite bumpy. Fortunately, the shock absorbers were added, otherwise I would have suffered.

The mountain road drove relatively slowly, and it took two hours to reach Mojialing, seven kilometers south of Sihai Township. Mo Bin didn't know the road very well, and his memory was already very blurry. His elder brother told him that before arriving at Sihai Township, When he saw a big temple, he turned around and walked straight. About five or six miles away, he reached Mojialing, and the next village was Qiligou, which was his grandmother's house.

Mojialing itself is not big, and the residents are relatively scattered. My grandparents live with my uncle, and it is also his family's old house. There is a very large jujube tree in front of the house.

It's winter now and the leaves have already fallen out, but it's still easy to distinguish. Because jujube trees have a lot of sharp thorns, and there are very few big trees at the door.

The sound of the motorcycle tricycle alarmed the quiet mountain village. Although Mo Bin changed the exhaust pipe and the sound was much quieter, it still alarmed many people.

Some people went out to take a look, but they were still very curious. Why did the soldiers come here? This is probably the first time in the history of their village that a motor vehicle has entered.

Then I saw the strange three-wheeled car parked in front of Mo Zhenhua's house in the middle of the village. Since this village is called Mojialing, most people have the surname Mo, and they all belong to the same family.

There are only two other surnames, and they are both nephews of the Mo family. One is named Li and the other is named Bai.

Mo Bin parked the car at the gate. His trunk was covered with canvas, and no one knew what he had in it.

The dilapidated door was ajar and was made of a few wooden boards, all of which were deformed.

There are four main rooms, three west rooms, and three east rooms, all with thatched earth walls. It is the best courtyard in this village!

At this time, an old man came out of the main room, probably hearing the noise. Seeing Mo Bin in military uniform, he frowned, who is this? Why does it look so familiar?

Our relatives? A soldier? Could it be that he is the second son of his second brother’s family?

Mo Bin took a look and saw that the old man in front of him was his uncle Mo Zhenhua. At just 50 years old, he has been tortured by life and is a bit old. His hair is a bit gray, his figure is thin, and he is tall and appears to be slightly hunched.

It seems that life in the mountains is difficult. There is no food in the canteen. The uncle is wearing an old black cotton-padded jacket with many patches on it.

"Uncle, I'm Er Binzi." Mo Bin quickly stepped forward to greet him.

"Is it Binzi from the second child's family? Is he really my second nephew? You haven't been back for so many years, and my uncle doesn't dare to recognize you. Come in quickly, it's cold outside. Grandpa and grandma are resting in the house, you Why is the child here so early? Did he come on the night journey? Is there anything going on at home?" Mo Zhenhua was a little worried and asked several questions at once.

"Uncle, I drove here. I got up early in the morning. I'm fine at home. It only takes two hours to get here from our house." Mo Bin took out his cigarette, offered one to the uncle, and explained to the old man by the way. , not traveling at night.

"Why is the bus so fast? It's 200 miles from your home! You're here in two hours?" Mo Zhenhua has only entered the city once in his life. When his eldest nephew got married, he took the bus back and forth twice. It was slow and leisurely, shaking so much that he almost vomited.

"This is a motorcycle tricycle given to me by the factory. It was originally owned by the Japanese captured during the war. It was remodeled and given to me. This car drives very fast. It is also suitable for running on mountain roads." Mo Bin wanted to light up his uncle's cigarette, but the old man stopped him. Refused.

"I'll smoke it later. I just smoked a bag of dry cigarettes when I woke up in the morning." He was reluctant to smoke. Such cigarettes are even more rare in mountain villages.

Pushing the door open and entering the main room, there was an elderly couple sitting on the kang, who were his grandparents.

"Dad, Mom, look who's here, can you recognize who it is?" Mo Zhenhua said to his parents with a smile.

"Is it my grandson, Er Binzi? My Er Binzi is back!" The old lady stood up excitedly.

Mo Bin quickly stepped forward and held his grandma's arm. "Grandma, I'm back to see you. Are you feeling well? Grandpa, don't you recognize me yet?"

The old man's eyesight is a little blurry and his ears are a little dull. Only then did he react. "Er Binzi, you stinky brat, you're back now and you won't be able to see grandpa if you don't come back!"

"Grandpa, grandma, uncle, I have changed my job to work in the steel rolling mill. I just completed the entry formalities yesterday and served as the section chief of the third purchasing department. No, I rushed back to see you today. It will be convenient to have a car in the future, and I will come often Look, you can also bring my parents back." Mo Bin comforted the old people with a smile.

"That's great, that's great. When will the whole family come back and be reunited together?" The old lady thought about how miserable her family was. What would she eat when she came back? My family only has two meals a day, and the canteen has been closed for a few days. Where can I live? Couldn't help but sigh.