Siheyuan: Picked up by a goddess in 48 years

After dinner, Lu Zhenyuan originally planned to send Yan Zi and Xiao Tang home, but the two families had already sent people to wait for them.

Come to think of it, how could it be possible to just leave children alone while they go out to play?

"Xiao Lu, these two girls are from your class, right?" Just as Lu Zhenyuan was about to go back to the yard, he was stopped by Yan Bugui, who had a smile on his face.

Lu Zhenyuan rolled his eyes at him and didn’t want to pay any attention to him. You already know everything, but why are you asking?

Yan Bugui didn't feel embarrassed at all, and rubbed his hands, "Xiao Lu, your family entertained guests, so there must be a lot of leftovers, right? If the food is left overnight, it's easy to get sick. You might as well give it to your uncle, hey."

Looking at Yan Bugui at this moment, Lu Zhenyuan just felt nauseous.

"Old Yan, are you acting like a third uncle to me? I remember that the street office selected the manager of the courtyard, not the third uncle."

Yan Bugui's face suddenly looked a little embarrassed. He thought, this was all Lao Yi's fault. Do you think he wanted it this way?

"Hey, how can you say I'm putting on airs? Just like you said, I'm the manager appointed by the street. I'm doing this for the health of my neighbors. I'm afraid that you'll get a stomachache." Yan Bugui still didn't give up.

The main reason is that the Lu family’s food today was so delicious and had the taste of meat.

"There are no leftovers. Are you questioning the skills of an eighth-level master chef?" Lu Zhenyuan glanced at Yan Bugui and pushed his shoulder aside and walked over.

Yan Bugui looked at Lu Zhenyuan's back and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to taste the saltiness of the air.

He was not questioning the eighth-level master chef, but he also wanted to try what the food made by the eighth-level master chef tasted like.

He had only eaten dishes cooked by a seventh-level chef, namely He Daqing, and they were cooked in a big pot, which could not be compared with dishes cooked in a small stove.

There is more than one level difference between an eighth-level master chef and a seventh-level chef.

The former refers to the level of cooking skills, which is directly linked to the taste of the dishes, while the latter refers to the position, which is linked to the salary. He Daqing is a level seven chef in the steel rolling mill, but his cooking skills are only level two. The gap is quite large.

"This Yan Bugui is just daydreaming." After returning to the courtyard, Lu Zhenyuan couldn't help but complain.

I could roughly guess what happened. There was no wind tonight, so the simple range hood was not very effective. In addition, Aunt Mei left the window open a little, so the smell must have drifted into the yard when she was cooking.

It was purely a coincidence. Mr. Yan Bugui was walking around the yard and smelled it.

After all, although Aunt Mei has eighth-level cooking skills, that is cooking, not making medicine. The smell cannot spread from the front yard to the backyard, or from the backyard to the front yard, and it cannot penetrate the house and be smelled inside the house.

Ingredients are what they are, and under limited conditions, no matter how sophisticated the cooking skills are, they cannot change the nature of the ingredients.

Except for certain fermented ingredients that have a stronger smell, if the fragrance of ordinary ingredients can spread across several courtyards and even penetrate into the house, how strong would the smell be? Even the toilets in the alleys don't have this power.

School started and holidays came and went, and five months passed.

The New Year is approaching, but the atmosphere is not very good.

Because the supply system based on tickets has been implemented for several months, supplies are in short supply, and rice, flour, grain and oil have all been included in the planning list. If you want to buy them, you can no longer buy them just by having money.

Of course, you can also buy it at a high price at the pigeon market or the black market.

At this time, there is still a distinction between the pigeon market and the black market.

The Pigeon Market was originally a place where vendors selling pigeons set up stalls, but later on when it grew to a large scale it was called the Pigeon Market, and the items sold were not limited to pigeons, but also toys such as singing insects, playthings, bird cages, walnuts and so on.

The current transactions are relatively free, so the pigeon market cannot be considered a 'black market' at this time.

But in some places, there are indeed people selling contraband items and doing illegal activities. These places are the real black markets.

There is still a difference between the pigeon market and the black market, but soon this difference will narrow.

With the implementation of the supply system based on tickets and then to public-private partnerships, some people, either actively for profit or passively for survival, began to take shortcuts, or engage in profiteering.

This kind of thing naturally cannot be done in broad daylight, and the Pigeon City is a good place to conduct private transactions, and then the Pigeon City becomes the so-called "black market".

Because it is illegal.

However, there is still a gap between this kind of "black market" and the real black market. The former is unorganized, while the latter is organized. The former can trade secretly during the day, and most of the time, if you are caught, your traded items will be confiscated and you will be detained.

The latter must do it at night, otherwise if they are caught they may be taken to target shooting.

Because too many of the things traded are truly shady, and the real black market is much more dangerous, where theft, fraud, and black-on-black are the norm.

"Zhenyuan, the coal is almost gone. Go and fetch a bucket of coal."

"Okay, Sister Wanyi."

"Put on a coat, it's cold outside!" Looking at the person who had disappeared, Lu Wanyi sighed softly and continued to apply medicine and rub her slightly red and swollen ankle.

"Don't worry, auntie. Brother is very resistant to cold." Xiao Yuyan comforted him. With her brother's physique, he would definitely not be frozen for a while.

Lu Wanyi rolled her eyes when she heard that.

"Why are you freezing for no reason? It's not like you don't have clothes to wear."

Xiao Yuyan pursed her lips and looked at Lu Wanyi's slightly red and swollen ankle with some heartache.

Outside the house, Lu Zhenyuan walked to the coal pit with a flashlight in one hand and a coal bucket in the other, but he couldn't help frowning, as the coal pit showed signs of having been tampered with.

It is called a coal pit, but in fact it is just a low wall built with bricks, with a few wooden boards on top to protect against rain and snow. The front is open, and apart from looking neat, it has no anti-theft function.

But he was also negligent. He did not expect that someone would steal the coal right under his nose.

When I looked to the side, I saw that not only the coal but also a few pieces of wooden tripods were stolen.

The reason why he remembered it so clearly was that he had dug some coal and brought it back to the house yesterday afternoon and had not forgotten it so quickly.

"Okay, okay, that's how we play it, right? Steal some coal and wood." Lu Zhenyuan licked his cold teeth with the tip of his tongue, found two suitable pieces of wood, and turned off the flashlight.

He stretched out his hand and took out a chisel and a hammer from the paradise space. He chiseled a hole in each of the two pieces of wood, put away the tools, and four round little objects appeared in his hands.

It was the little earth-shaking firecracker. There were five of them in total. One was given to Xu Damao to deal with Sha Zhu, and the remaining four were here.

He stuffed the small firecrackers into the gaps in the wood two by two. Without careful inspection, they could not be found. He then placed the two pieces of wood in a more conspicuous position that was easier to grab.

After doing all this, he filled a bucket of coal and went back to the house. After a while, he came out again and continued to fill coal.

It took a total of four trips before they gave up because the coal storage tank could only hold three buckets of coal.

He carried the fourth bucket of coal back to the house and entered the kitchen, opened the stove door, and poured a bucket of coal directly into the stove. This way he didn't have to worry about it when he went to sleep. This bucket of coal didn't burn quickly and was enough to burn until midnight.

This way, at least heating is guaranteed for most of the night.

After washing his hands, he went out again and came back with two black frozen pear eggs in his hands.

"Here, go get a large bowl and put half a bowl of water in it. Put the frozen pear in it for a while before taking it out to eat." He handed a frozen pear egg to Xiao Yuyan, taught her how to make it, and then found a towel.

He wrapped up the frozen pear eggs that could kill people, walked to his cheap sister, asked her to sit sideways, and helped her apply ice to her sprained ankle.

It snowed a little today. My cheap sister pushed her bicycle home directly after get off work. Everything was fine along the way. But when she got back to the courtyard, she fell on the floor tiles at the entrance of the house and sprained her foot.

I didn't take it seriously at the time, but now it has become serious.

There is no particularly effective treatment for a sprained and swollen ankle. The simplest treatment is ice compress. Everyone's physique and condition are different, so you should decide the scale yourself. If the redness and swelling have not completely subsided after two days, you can gradually switch to hot compress.

With her feet held by her younger brother, Lu Wanyi felt a little shy and wanted to pull her legs back.

"I'll do it myself."

Lu Zhenyuan directly held the crystal clear little foot and said, "Don't move. You need to apply ice for a while. If you feel uncomfortable, tell me. Putting it on my leg like this to raise it up is to help venous blood return and reduce swelling."

Seeing that her adopted brother was talking so convincingly, Lu Wanyi stopped moving, but her earlobes turned red after a while.

"Does it look good?"

"nice."

"It's fine if you just look at it, why are you still rubbing it?"

"I'm massaging you. The way you massaged before was wrong. Not only can it not relieve the pain, it may even aggravate the injury."

After getting this explanation, Lu Wanyi didn't know whether it was a psychological effect or it really worked, but she felt that the pain was indeed less severe. But then she thought about how she had just thought too much, and her cheeks couldn't help but feel hot.

He covered his face and remained silent.