Sumu wood in the quadrangle welcomes spring

Hangover overnight.

When Su Yingjun woke up the next day, his head was still groggy.

Pushing the door open and walking to the living room, I saw the note on the dining table and the thermos and breakfast that had been prepared.

The breakfast looked like it was served from the cafeteria of the compound, and it was still a little warm.

It was estimated that Su Mu had not been gone for long.

Although Su Yingjun was drunk, his analytical ability was still deep in his bones.

Occupational diseases of police officers.

However, my brother is really good.

He is young, but surprisingly sensible.

Li Xiaolan served the drunken Su Yingjun yesterday, and only went to bed late at night.

I haven’t gotten up yet.

Su Mu got up early in the morning.

He didn't drink, he didn't go to bed late, and he got up early.

The biological clock has even become patterned.

It’s past 3 o’clock at the latest and I will definitely wake up.

Less sleep, but more energy. This is probably the invisible benefit brought by the golden finger.

At this time, he was riding a scooter towards Beixinqiao Department Store.

Su Mu happened to meet the two boxes of goods allocated here in Xicheng when he came out of the compound, and gave them 2 cents.

I didn’t follow anyone, but there was a receipt from the department store over there.

Su Mu carried two linen bags in each hand.

The bag itself isn't too heavy, it's like a quilt, a cotton coat, something like that.

Su Mu didn't check it either. After delivering the goods, he took the order and handed it to the other party, and it was considered a work together.

As soon as I walked out of the door, I happened to meet an acquaintance.

"What's the matter? If you have free time today, do you want to go fishing in Shichahai?"

Su Mu saw Yanbu Gui, Uncle Yan.

This guy was dressed lightly, and he was carrying parts in his hands and hanging on his shoulders.

All the essentials for fishing are maza, fishing gear, and buckets.

"Okay. Uncle Yan, put your things in the car and I'll take you there."

"Hey, there's no charge for this trip, right?"

"Look at what you're asking, you're slapping me in the face."

This little bargain is not even a bargain.

Su Mu didn't care about this.

Whatever he is willing to give is fine.

If he is not happy, no one can scheme against him.

It's been a long time since the last time he 'manifested his holiness' in front of people.

It's time to consolidate again.

"But, Uncle Yan, I have to go home. I haven't brought anything with me. Do you want to go first or come with me?"

"I'll go back with you. If you're a cyclist, you won't be tired. I, a cyclist, will definitely accompany you until the end."

Yan Bugui is a good person. Putting aside everything else, he must be decent at what he talks about.

Beautifully said.

Beixinqiao Department Store is not far from the Siheyuan, only a few minutes away.

Su Mu left the car at the door and rushed in with three steps and two steps at a time.

Yan Bugui was still thinking about going back to the house, but look at Su Mu's posture...

Come on, just put it in the car and sit.

It looks like he can't take his time.

Su Mu entered the courtyard and went straight to the house.

Along the way, I also saw Chen Dakui looking at the window glass.

Su Mu waved to him and raised the fishing rod and bucket in his hands.

On the surface, everyone thought he took it out of the house.

In fact, apart from the fishing rods hanging on the stair partition at the door, professional equipment such as buckets, fish hooks and baits are all lying in the space.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing. Mom, I'm going out now."

"By the way, Dakui, aren't you carrying bags at the textile factory? If there is any work that my mother can do, please pay attention to it."

"understood."

Chen Dakui's heart twitched.

My own mother took the initiative to work. It seemed that the family was indeed in difficulty.

Originally, Mrs. Chen Liu got a job pasting matchboxes in a factory run by the street, but it seemed that it was not enough.

Chen Dakui thought silently that he should work more and be more diligent.

He had no real intention to help Chen Liu pay attention to his work.

I just thought that my family is not rich and lacks money for food, so I should work more and get more money for my family.

the other side.

Su Mu put the fishing rod and bucket on the cart.

Let Uncle Yan watch.

The ride on the cart is not free, as it is done by the helper.

After a while, the two of them drove through the streets and alleys and arrived near the sea beast in Shichahai Town.

It was near here last time that Su Mu showed off his talents.

Today, Yan Bugui is also ambitious. He is aiming at Dongfeng, the young fishing king of Su Mu.

If you follow him and set the hook, you can't catch the big ones, but you can't miss a few smaller ones.

Maybe there are those big fish that have bad eyesight, bite the wrong hook, and get caught by themselves.

There are roughly three types of anglers in the capital.

The first type is those who have a hobby of fishing and are not anxious about three meals a day.

For example, some retired cadres.

Some senior leaders who are in office also take some time off to enjoy themselves.

The second type is to improve family life and have luck and desire for fishing.

Maybe you have some fishing skills but are not proficient in it, or you are lucky and a blind cat meets a dead mouse...

Yan Bugui is the second type.

I have some skills, but I am not proficient in it. I barely know a thing or two.

His main purpose is to catch fish and sell the larger ones to the supply and marketing cooperative to supplement his family's income.

The supply and marketing cooperative wouldn't accept the small fish that were too small, so he took them home and made soup for digestion at home.

Although the thoughts are different, if you do something for a long time, you will gradually develop some interest if you don't have a hobby.

Therefore, there will be many handy objects within the psychological range.

After setting up the horse and the bucket, Yan Bugui was also carrying a small wooden box.

Inside is the meal I brought for lunch.

Yan Bugui said it on the way.

But he didn't let go and let Su Mu eat with him at noon.

There are also some weird ones.

But now that food is in short supply, it is indeed difficult for Yan Bugui to support a large family with only one person's salary.

Su Mu can understand.

If you really don't have enough food and clothing, you will suffer from poverty if you don't plan.

One person can carry a large family to eat and drink, and can still provide for all the children to go to school.

At this point, in the entire courtyard, Uncle Yan is more like a parent than Uncle Yan.

Sumu also bought a small horse, a big bucket, and professional fishing rods this time...

Everything was used except for making nests.

The food at home is not enough, and oil is even more scarce.

Although there is no shortage of sumu wood, I dare not use it to make nests.

As a conspicuous bag?

What's more, with Sumu's ability to hang fish on his own fishhook with his gold finger, making a nest is of no use except to benefit others.

He swung the club and lowered the hook, and as soon as his butt was firmly seated on the mat, someone spoke on the other side of Yan Bugui.

"Little brother, what a coincidence, we meet again."

Surprised, Su Mu turned his head and saw Mr. Ran.