The Portable Farm in the Siheyuan

After thinking about it, I decided to take out my sister's furniture and leave it in the yard for a few days at most while the truck was there.

As for his own yard, of course it will be customized on site, and the style and grade will be different from theirs.

We got a ton of wild boar meat, 500 kilograms of wolf meat, 500 kilograms of roe deer meat, 50 wild rabbits, 50 pheasants, plus three tons and more than three kilograms of big fish, which is basically enough for them to celebrate the New Year. Others can adjust it, but Just don't care about his business.

Seeing that it was almost time, Mo Bin drove to the last large grain depot. Of course, it was agreed upon by everyone.

This time there was an extra person, who was said to be the second-in-command of their unit. No one was very reassured about such a big deal.

After the inspection was completed, the four people from the Grain Bureau had expressions of ecstasy on their faces. All the meat added up was basically 10,000 kilograms. How many people did they have in their system? Even if they included the subordinate food factories, it was only one person. There are two thousand people, and the food system alone has less than a thousand people.

Immediately ask someone to load Mo Bin's truck, because he asked for half of the coarse grains, and he would have to pull at least three fully loaded trucks, with a slight overload.

Mo Bin's first truck hauled five tons of white flour and four tons of rice flour. This thing was very durable. If it weren't for the fear that people from the Grain Bureau wouldn't accept it, he would have dared to load ten tons of it. The most important thing was that he had the confidence to carry it out as soon as he went out. It just fits into the space, so you don’t have to worry about installing more!

He made three trips in the early morning, and when he left for the last trip, it was already a little after five o'clock. He drove to the courtyard without haste, and the food inside was replaced with furniture.

The truck made a lot of noise. As soon as it stopped at the gate, everyone in the front yard would probably wake up. The older people also woke up early. Yan Bugui and Mo Zhendong were already up. They quickly opened the gate and saw that it was Mo Bin. Guy.

"Er Binzi, why are you changing cars? What are you doing so early in the morning?" Yan Bugui looked at the bag in Mo Bin's hand eagerly. The big white-flour buns were still hot.

"Good morning, Uncle Yan. Dad, you called them up to move the furniture. I just happened to get the Grain Bureau's truck and pulled them back. By the way, don't forget to call Hongli and the others. I I bought a lot of meat buns, and they also shared the furniture." Mo Bin said to his father.

"Okay, I'll call you. Be careful with your mother. You said you have some meat and noodles at home, so you can eat it yourself, but you still have to buy it!" Mo Zhendong was also worried about his son's lavish spending.

Mo Bin thought to himself, I made this myself. I just don’t want to make you guys so tired. Besides, the ones made by my mother and others are not delicious because they are reluctant to put the food in. How can it be delicious?

"Uncle Yan, let me give you a taste of the meat buns I made last night." Mo Bin handed over a big meat bun. Sometimes this guy is quite funny.

"Uncle Yan, please give it a try! Binzi, your mother said you were doing it for your own good, so you don't want to be angry. You have been a soldier for many years, and your mother often cries when she thinks about you." Yan Bugui hurriedly took it over, and by the way Tell Mo Bin some philosophy of life.

Mo Bin instantly regretted it. He shouldn't have given him a bun. He knew how to wag his tail when feeding the dog. He made trouble for me so early in the morning. How could I not be filial to my mother? Are you qualified to teach me how to behave?

"Don't talk about my mother scolding me, I'm happy even if she beats me. Oh, how many people are here, the buns I brought back don't seem to be enough, let me count..." Mo Bin stretched out his fingers, pretending to count heads.

"Binzi, please do your work first. I have to go back to eat and go to school." Yan Bugui turned around and left without a trace of nostalgia. What if he still wanted to go back if it was not enough? What's the difference between that and cutting his flesh?

Mo Bin looked at his hurried back and felt a little funny. This is you, the Third Master Yan Bugui, a man who plots to death!

But for now, Teacher Yan still wants to save face a little bit. After all, he is a cultural person and the third uncle in the courtyard. He is not as exaggerated as written in fan fiction, like the toll collector of the courtyard gate, like Yan Guo plucking his hair.

The eldest brother came out first, followed by the fourth, fifth and others, and even my mother came out with her sister-in-law and the others.

Looking at his mother's attention, he quickly shifted from the furniture to the cloth bag in his hand, with a bad look in his eyes, "Mom, it was packed by another unit last night. I provided some meat, and then I packed some and took it." Come back half way." Mo Bin quickly explained.

Meng Xiumei's face looked much better. Her son was a good hunter and had no shortage of meat. He didn't know how much he gave as a gift, as long as he didn't go to a breakfast shop to buy it.

The two sisters looked at Mo Bin and wanted to laugh. He glared at him. Mo Chunlan did not dare to say anything. The little girl Mo Hongling was not afraid of him. "Mom, you have to take care of my second brother. Sister Lan said , my future second sister-in-law is also a big-hearted person, and I can’t control him even after she gets married.”

"What nonsense are you talking about, stinky girl? I originally wanted to buy you a women's bicycle, but now it's gone." Mo Bin threatened his sister.

"What to buy? Your family has bought two new cars and you are not satisfied? Her school is a few steps away and you want to buy a women's bicycle? You are not allowed to buy it!" Meng Xiumei glared at her son and drank.

Mo Bin lowered his head to admit his mistake, silently handed the bun in his hand to Mo Hongling, and turned around to move things. My mother couldn't afford to offend her.

Sometimes Mo Bin is also very strange. His parents basically look the same as in his previous life, but their personalities are different. His mother is basically the same as when he was middle-aged in his previous life, and his father is indeed a completely different person.

In his previous life, his father had been in the army for many years. He had a fiery temperament and an eccentric temper. He was relatively good, but he looked down upon his mother, who had an arranged marriage at home. Mo Bin's parents often quarreled in his childhood. When he was young, he and the old man had sex. The relationship is very ordinary.

Since he divorced, the relationship with his father has eased. The relationship between the old couple has become very good when they entered their fifties. When my mother entered the menopausal stage, she did a lot to deal with her father. He actually I lost my temper.

Ever since he got married and had a daughter, the old man and the old lady have become like their granddaughter in everything. When the granddaughter grew up and the mother's health also collapsed, it was the father who took care of him for more than ten years. When he was young, the couple came to keep him company. It was true. good.

Mo Zhendong, the father in this life, although he was the head of the family and basically didn't care about anything in life, he didn't dare to resist Meng Xiumei's decision. Mo Bin also felt that it was quite against the law.

There are more people and more strength. After unloading the furniture here, they didn't even need Mo Bin to move the car. They just carried the furniture from Mo Hongli's family directly there.

There are also two hundred kilograms of stick noodles, three hundred kilograms of potatoes, and three hundred kilograms of sweet potatoes sandwiched inside. Not only the family needs to eat it, but also the workers who work there.

Mo Bin didn't want to be scolded again later, so he directly said that he had eaten and was going to return the car. He would go directly to work after a while. He was afraid that his mother would scold him again after eating so much meat.

As he expected, everyone ate deliciously, and they were all smart enough not to speak, but they couldn't control the children's mouths.

Mo Dagang took the lead and fired, "The buns made by my second uncle are still delicious. I can eat three every time. My mother's buns are not delicious. They have no meat and no oil."

Mo Ergang is very arrogant, "I like my second uncle the most. Everything he cooks is delicious."

"Good times..." Mo Sanni maintained the formation.

"You know what little kid, your second uncle is willing to put meat and oil, it must be delicious. You didn't see how seductive he is, and you are afraid that your grandma will scold him and run away without eating. I guess..." Mo Yongqiang said The deputy master looked like he was lecturing his two nephews when he was suddenly slapped.

"You're the only one who can do it, right? Go to work if you don't want to eat. If you don't learn how to do it, your father will break your legs!" Meng Xiumei said with a sullen face. Useless goods, food, drink, clothing and shelter. Even the work is arranged by the second brother, when will it be your turn?

"I see that you have had a good life for two days. I don't know what your last name is. When will it be your turn to talk about your second brother? Look at what you wear, food, housing and work. Which one is not provided by your second brother? Did you arrange it? Even the furniture has been prepared for you, and you still think it should be done?" Mo Zhendong was also angry.

"Dad, I didn't mean that. I was just talking to the child." Mo Yongqiang quickly stood up and explained that he really didn't mean anything else.

"I know you don't mean that. If I had, I would have beaten you to death. Stop eating and go to work." Mo Zhendong scolded angrily.

Because I interacted so much with book friends, I was banned for a long time. I couldn’t answer many questions. I can only tell you that I can’t write many things, and it’s easy to be banned. Many people asked me if I was writing blindly, and it was a group issue. Can't I tell the difference? You don’t need to write down the key sensitive words. They even said that my hand was broken. Please understand the substitute words and synonyms.