Siheyuan: Survival Guide for Courtyard No. 95

As he talked, he pushed the cart through the backyard and arrived at the middle yard where there were obviously more people. Auntie was the most hardworking and would get up early every day to make breakfast for uncle. Laundry girl was not bad either. Her slightly bulging belly did not affect her steaming of steamed buns. Zhao Shanhe greeted the two of them. He was a civilized and polite person, but he really didn't dare to talk to Qin Huairu. Being afraid of being pestered and sucking blood was one thing, but he was even more afraid that Jia Dongxu, Jia Zhangshi, Sha Zhu and Yi Zhonghai would be unhappy.

After passing the Chuihua Gate, I didn't see the three aunts. It must be because they got up late today. But Yan Jiecheng was already ready to go out. He was going to the street to find odd jobs. If he went too late, even the job of pasting matchboxes would have been snatched up by others.

There are too many people living in difficulties these days, like the third uncle who has to support an entire family by himself. Fortunately, the money is very affordable. Rice is 9 cents, flour is 2 cents, cornmeal is only 2 cents, and all kinds of vegetables are to cents. What is really hard to find is tickets. Pork is only cents, and you can't buy it even at double the price without a ticket.

When Yan Jiecheng saw Zhao Shanhe coming out pushing a cart, his eyes lit up and he walked a few steps forward to ask.

"Brother Zhao, did you go to Wanglizhuang Village yesterday?"

Zhao Shanhe took out a dime from his pocket and handed it over.

"I'm going, I'm going to do it. This time it's all thanks to your information. If there's such a good thing next time, you must tell me. As long as you can purchase the goods, I will definitely reward you generously."

Adding this dime, the net loss from yesterday's purchases in the countryside was 1 cents. But there was nothing that could be done about it. After all, he was a newcomer in the purchasing business. Who would give him the information if he didn't pay?

Even though he had a good relationship with the other party after the settlement, there was no reason for him not to pay for the information. It was okay to get it for free once or twice, but over time the relationship would be ruined and he would easily get a reputation as a miser.

Although he has his own small world, purchasing will definitely become very simple in the future, but there is no shortage of smart people these days. If you treat others as fools, then in the end you will definitely be the fool. Zhao Shanhe is just a young man who has lived two lives. Only by being cautious can he live a long life. He gets a salary of more than 20 yuan a month and a few yuan in bonus to sleep at home. Isn't that great?

Xie Cheng took the money and the smile on his face became even brighter.

"Brother Zhao, don't worry. We odd-jobbers are well-informed. I will notify you as soon as there is any news."

He has learned all the traditions of the Yan family, and he can't move when he sees benefits. In fact, the main reason is that he earns little. Take the highest-paid odd job in the street, carrying heavy bags, for example. He only gets 6 to 8 cents after a hard day's work. This kind of work does not come every day, so cent is really not a lot for him.

Zhao Shanhe was in a hurry and didn't talk much about the reconciliation. He rode his bicycle straight to the Ming Tombs Reservoir in the north of Sijiu City. The whole journey took more than three hours. By the time he arrived at the reservoir, smoke was already coming out of his head.

Completed on June 1958, 6

This was tiring. The excitement of obtaining the small world made him forget his fatigue, but as soon as he stopped, he felt cramps in his calves. Fortunately, the first destination had been reached. Looking at the white ice surface, he began to look for stones on the ground.

In this season, people can walk on ice in the Ming Tombs Reservoir. The ice is frozen hard, and one has to break a hole in the ice before fishing. Zhao Shanhe searched for a while and found a piece of angular stone, and began to break the ice on the river bank.

Why did he get up so early? He was afraid of being seen by too many people. If he brought a fishing rod, he could explain that he was fishing. But if he was breaking ice with his bare hands, it would be easy for people to think he was mentally ill. He didn't want to be seen as a monkey.

The ice was thick and hard. At first, there was only a white dot when a stone hit it, and slowly some tiny cracks began to appear. Zhao Shanhe now wished very much that he had a natural BUFF of divine power. It was such a suffering. Only those who did the work knew it.

After pounding "bang bang bang" for more than ten minutes, a half-meter-wide hole in the ice was finally made. Both hands were numb even with gloves on, not from the cold, but from the shock and fatigue.

He took off the glove on his right hand and reached his hand into the freezing cold ice hole. The mark on the palm began to rapidly absorb the water. The huge inertia sucked many large and small fish into the small world. At this moment, Zhao Shanhe felt both magical and exciting. He did not stop until the newly opened fish pond in the small world was filled with water.

He put on the glove again on his frozen right hand, and after a long while he walked back to his bicycle. His next destination was Mangshan Mountain next to the reservoir.

At that time, Mangshan was not yet a forest park in the 21st century, and it was not called Mangshan because of the many snakes there.

Mangshan is named after its undulating terrain that resembles a giant python. At the foot of the mountain is the Ming Tombs Reservoir. As you go into the mountain, the scenery is beautiful everywhere. Except in winter, this is a great place for people from the city to visit.

There are hundreds of kinds of trees on the mountain, as well as a wide variety of animals and plants. Zhao Shanhe came here to find some green for the bare hilltops in his small world. As he walked into the mountain, he took off his gloves and held onto a big tree he had chosen, and the tree disappeared completely.

After walking and stopping, we arrived at Guanyin Terrace. The hills in this small world were already sparsely covered with green. After all, the flow of time was 10 times faster, and with the warm climate, although the trees had not yet grown leaves, the grass on the ground had already appeared.

As for wild game such as rabbits, pheasants and wild boars, which the protagonists in various novels could catch at will, there was not a single one seen. The chances of seeing these game were rare in this season, and Zhao Shanhe was making a lot of noise collecting trees and vegetation, so the animals that sensed danger had already stayed away from here. Only a few unlucky squirrels were sent into the small world along with their trees and nests.

Looking at the sun, which was already overhead, Zhao Shanhe knew that he should go back. He also had to buy some seeds. The black soil could not be wasted. It was shameful to waste food.

I returned along the same route, turned a corner and went to Shangzhuang Town, took out the purchasing agent's certificate and bought three taels of Xijing rice seeds at a high price. I didn't dare to buy too much, nor did I dare to plant more, let alone sell or exchange them for anything. As for the reason, please search on Baidu yourself. After all, the annual output of this thing was only 2014 tons in 750.

Originally, he wanted to collect some more eggs or hens, but unfortunately, all the communes in this area were monopolized by large factories, and there was no way to purchase anything. Zhao Shanhe was ridiculed by the members of the commune, and finally he rode his bike to the pigeon market near the Temple of Heaven in Sijiucheng, looking dejected and dusty.

Don’t say “Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west”, the big factories are so powerful at this time, they can make you unable to purchase even chicken feathers with just one sentence, and even the members of these communes have been spoiled to have bad tempers.

Zhao Shanhe could only hate secretly in his heart. He didn't even dare to say any harsh words for fear of being beaten. He only dared to mutter when he saw that there was no one around on the way back. "Wait until two years later, I'll let you arrogant guys know what it means to eat grass roots and tree bark."