Siheyuan: Survival Guide for Courtyard No. 95

The tall and thin man followed Zhao Shanhe's flashlight and saw the ground full of hares, pheasants and other things that had been discussed yesterday. He thought to himself what a good trick, as the goods were delivered without making any noise. How big a relationship must be behind this?

However, he had been with the Third Master for a long time and was able to keep his composure. He and the few people he brought with him took out their flashlights and carefully checked before saying to Zhao Shanhe.

"Brother Zhao, I've checked the stuff, and it's all correct. Then we'll do as you and Third Master agreed. We'll pay for it and get the goods."

After he finished speaking, he blew a whistle. As the whistle sounded in the empty night, footsteps were also heard in the distance. After a while, fifty or sixty strong men in black clothes could be seen running over swiftly. Each of them was carrying different tools. Some were pushing carts, and some were carrying bamboo baskets. It seemed that they were already accustomed to the work of moving goods.

Just when Zhao Shanhe was wondering when the other party would give him the money, a man ran out from the crowd, holding a bamboo box in each hand, one large and one small. He walked up to the tall and thin man and handed the box over.

The tall and thin man took it casually and handed it to Zhao Shanhedao.

"Brother Zhao, please check it out, and then we'll be done with the money and goods."

Zhao Shanhe was not afraid of the other party's cheating. If it were someone else, he might have to think twice, but Mr. Deng's reputation was much more valuable than these things. You have to know that there are no rules in the underworld. Doing this kind of business can only be more honest. Once the brand is damaged, it doesn't matter if the money or things are lost, but the damage to the reputation can be fatal.

Who would do business with a dishonest gangster?

He took the box and opened the small one a little. When he shone the flashlight on it, he could see a dazzling golden color. He felt excited in his heart. Although Zhao Shanhe had made a lot of money from Qiao Laoliu, this was the first time he had seen so many small yellow croakers.

As for the big box, he didn't plan to look at it here. It contained antiques, and he didn't understand anything about it. However, he believed that the other party would not deceive him with fake goods.

He put the two boxes on the bicycle and said to the tall and thin man with a fist salute.

"The money and goods have been paid. Please go back and take me to say hello to the Third Master. We will meet again later."

Seeing that the transaction was completed, the tall and thin man smiled slightly and said with a fist.

"Then I will be waiting for you. If you have any good things, please come to see me, Brother Zhao."

Zhao Shanhe waited for the other party to finish his polite words before riding away on his bike. He felt uneasy if he didn't keep these things in his small world.

He rode quickly a few times to a place where people behind could not see him, then threw the box into the small world, and then galloped all the way back to the courtyard.

He didn't feel relieved until he got home. Although these gangsters were very careful about their reputation and would not kill or rob goods at the transaction site, who knew if they would arrange people to rob people behind the scenes?

It was late at night and Zhao Shanhe did not dare to turn on the light. He went straight into the small world. He had already looked at the yellow croaker in the small box, and now it was time to look at the antiques he had exchanged for the fruits.

When the box was opened, inside was a painting and a porcelain plate. Just by looking at the color of the plate, one could tell that it was definitely not used by ordinary officials because it was quite yellow.

There was also a note on it saying, "Lemon yellow glaze lotus-shaped plate, Yongzheng period, Qing Dynasty."

Zhao Shanhe's impression of the plate was just what was written on the note. It was enough for him to know that it was from the Yongzheng period. As for exchanging it for money, he had never really thought about it. He didn't lack the money, and exchanging it for antiques was just for the sake of keeping them in the bottom of his box.

Looking at the calligraphy and painting again, there are only two bamboos on it, which makes it even more difficult to understand what is valuable about it. However, there is also a note saying, "Ink Bamboo" by Shi Tao.

He could understand the name of the painting, but who Shi Tao was was beyond his knowledge. Was he more famous than Liu Tao, Ma Jingtao, or Du Haitao? Again, no one in the delivery guy WeChat group was talking about this.

After putting the yellow croaker and calligraphy and paintings back into the box and looking at the small hill which was obviously much sparser, the excitement just now gradually disappeared. I originally thought that I could rely on these things to become the richest man in Beijing within three years. But today, when I saw Mr. Deng's men, I realized that I was a little too self-righteous.

Not to mention anything else, he can call dozens of people with just a whistle. I don’t know how much these people’s daily food, drink, and defecation cost. And Mr. Deng San must have more than just these few people. Compared with them, I am probably just a big shrimp.

However, Zhao Shanhe was not discouraged. Uncle Deng was already very old. He believed that when he reached his age, he would definitely be much richer than the other party.

I got up a little late in the morning. When I opened the door, I was wondering whether to go to Qinjiatun or Xiangfang Village today. Then I saw Xu Damao wearing a new Zhongshan suit, pushing his father's bicycle out of the backyard. When he saw Zhao Shanhe, he greeted him.

"Good morning, Shanhe."

"Da Mao, why are you dressed so handsomely so early in the morning? You even polished your shoes. What are you doing?"

If Zhao Shanhe had asked this question in the past, Xu Damao would have told everything like a loudspeaker, but today he was telling lies one after another.

"What else can I do? I'll go to the countryside to show movies. I won't say more. I'm going to the factory to get the equipment first."

Seeing Xu Damao riding away impatiently, Zhao Shanhe began to wonder in his heart, is this guy going on a blind date with Lou Xiaoe? He really didn't know when Lou Xiaoe married Xu Damao, and the TV series didn't say it. (Don't consider the timeline)

As for the only good man in the Siheyuan TV series, Zhao Shanhe had no idea about it before the Small World came into being. He didn't know Lou Bancheng, and marrying Lou Xiao'e would mean that Qifeng Ten Years would have to leave China. It is said that a nest of gold or silver is not as good as one's own doghouse. Zhao Shanhe couldn't figure out what he could do in Hong Kong.

After having the small world, Zhao Shanhe will not look for Lou Xiaoe even more. Chen Xueru is much better than Lou Xiaoe in appearance, figure and personality. Everyone says that Chen Xueru is strong, but can a woman who is not strong survive in this chaotic era?

I shook my head. Why am I thinking about these things that have nothing to do with me? I still have a lot of things waiting to be done.

After washing up, I ate a few meat buns that I had bought earlier in the small world, then rode my bike to Xiangfang Village.

June is the busy farming season in rural areas in the north. "In spring, we compete for time; in summer, we compete for time." Wheat is harvested, corn or soybeans are planted, and summer seasonal vegetables begin to be planted on a large scale.

Because plants grow vigorously at this time, some weeds and pests also begin to spread, and many farmers live directly in the fields in order to take care of their crops.

At this time, you can see the hard work of the farmers. Zhao Shanhe, who has never farmed, really can't imagine that a farmer can eat three meals a day in the fields for the crops, eat steamed bread when hungry, drink boiled water when thirsty, and endure mosquito bites at night. He is busy all the time just to harvest more food.