Siheyuan: The road to counterattack for the little transparent

As my uncle said, Lin Donglai was actually mentally prepared. He didn't expect to complete the purchasing task assigned by the department in Zhangjia Village at all, and he came to the countryside for another purpose.

He smiled and said, "Uncle, don't worry about me. I can handle my own affairs well."

"Actually, I came to the village with a mental preparation. If I can't get any supplies, I can just take some seeds back. The steel mill just happens to have a piece of wasteland where I can grow things. By the way, uncle, do you have any seeds at home now?"

After hearing what Lin Donglai said, the uncle finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, there are, but not much. They are all pumpkin seeds. Oh, and there should be sprouted sweet potatoes in the cellar. Do you want them?"

When pumpkins are harvested, they are too big to store. Sweet potatoes are good. They can be stored and roasted in the winter. They are sweet and my sister will definitely like them. Potatoes can also be planted in small quantities. They are also great to stew with chicken.

"Yes! Uncle, please get me some sprouted sweet potatoes and potatoes. Not too many, just a few of each will do." As soon as Lin Donglai finished speaking, the old man couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up and walked to the yard: "I'll get them for you now."

In this situation, it would be too ignorant for Lin Donglai to just sit there, so he followed the old man into the cellar.

It’s not that there was a shortage of food in this era. In Lin Donglai’s memory, before he traveled through time as a child, the cellar of his home would be filled with sweet potatoes, radishes, potatoes, and many home-grown vegetables and fruits.

But the contrast in the cellar in front of me was too obvious. There were probably about twenty unsprouted sweet potatoes and potatoes placed together, and next to them were the sprouted sweet potatoes and potatoes. There weren't many of them, probably only about ten.

Apart from these, there were only a few wilted cabbages, and the entire cellar looked very empty.

Seeing this, Lin Donglai increasingly understood his uncle's difficulties. Under such conditions, his own family could barely take care of their own food and drink, so how could they have the ability to care about the lives of others?

He felt a little reluctant, so he said to his uncle: "Uncle, please just pack a few for me, don't pack them all for me, save some for planting in the field."

But the old man didn't listen. He took a dustpan and put all the sprouted sweet potatoes in it. He said, "The air in here is not good. Let's go out."

After the two of them walked to the yard one after the other, the aunt came out of the kitchen and looked at the contents of the winnowing basket with some surprise: "Old man, what are you doing with these seeds?"

When she knew that he was going to give all these to Lin Donglai to take back, she didn't react much. She just put down the things in her hands and helped find things to put them in.

Lin Donglai quickly took out the sack he had brought with him and put a few sweet potatoes and potatoes into it. He was unwilling to put the rest in: "Uncle, aunt, we really don't need so much." Only then did the old couple stop.

After tying the seeds on the shelf, Lin Donglai listened to his uncle telling stories about his mother's childhood in the yard. Time passed quickly and the sun was almost at its zenith. It was noon.

By this time, my aunt had prepared the meal and called for them to eat, so the two of them walked to the table. Half a small bowl of peanuts and two bowls of vegetables without much oil were already very difficult for my uncle's family.

At this time, Lin Donglai remembered that he brought a lunch box, so he took it and put it on the table: "I brought food, put it on the table and let's eat together."

After opening the lunch box, the old couple looked at the meat and white flour buns in his lunch box with surprise. The uncle couldn't help asking: "Dongla, do you usually eat this?"

Lin Donglai was a smart man and knew what he wanted to say, so he told him about the money he made from selling his fishing rods to the steel mill. Of course, he didn't mention wild boars or anything like that, so as not to scare the old couple.

The uncle nodded and said, "He is indeed Qiuxiang's son. He has ideas and abilities. But kid, you still need to be frugal in your life. You can't spend so much money."

"I understand, uncle, aunt, let's eat quickly." Lin Donglai took some meat from the lunch box and gave it to each of them, and stuffed a steamed bun into each of their bowls, then took the initiative and invited them to eat.

Both of them wanted to return the meat in their bowls to Lin Donglai, but were rejected. So they had to force a steamed bun into his bowl and said to him: If you don’t tell us, we won’t eat it either.

The meal was finally finished with everyone pushing and shoving each other. After the meal, the uncle remembered something and said to Lin Dong: "Dongla, I just remembered that there is a family in the village who has a few ducks. I'll take you to see if he wants to sell them."

Hearing this, Lin Donglai praised repeatedly, and the two of them walked towards the village one after the other. At this time, some people who were working in the fields returned home to cook and eat, and there were gradually noises in the village.

When they arrived at a house, the uncle went in, greeted them and told them about the matter, but they were obviously not happy about it and kept shouting, "This won't work, Uncle Fugui, I still need to keep the duck for its eggs."

Hearing this, Lin Donglai quickly said, "Brother, why don't you sell me a few duck eggs? By the way, do you have chickens at home that lay eggs? Don't worry, I don't want your chickens, I'll just take a few eggs."

After my uncle’s introduction, the man heard that the boy was the son of Zhang Qiuxiang from the same village. He then agreed, went back to the house, got a few chicken and duck eggs, and walked out carefully holding them.

Without waiting for Lin Donglai to take out the money, he pointed out that he only wanted the tickets. It seemed that there were indeed purchasing personnel coming into the village frequently to purchase goods, and the villagers had gained experience in selling.

At that time, it was not easy for farmers to go to the city to buy things, but they all knew that they not only needed money but also tickets to buy things, so tickets at this time were more valuable than money. Over time, the villagers realized the reason.

Lin Donglai gave the candy ticket as he requested, put the eggs in his bag, and followed his uncle back.

Thinking that these eggs were easy to break, he simply took advantage of the old man's inattention and put them all into the space in a flash of his mind, and then he left with peace of mind.

After chatting for a while, I learned that the family selling eggs was already the best-off family in the village. So it seemed that I would not be able to find what I wanted in Zhangjia Village, where my mother had lived.

But it's not bad, after all, there is a gain, which is better than nothing. In this case, it's time to go back to the city, we can't delay the important things.

Thinking of this, Lin Donglai said to the old couple: "Uncle, aunt, I will go back to the city first. I will come to visit you when I have time."

The old couple watched Lin Donglai push his bicycle towards the gate of the courtyard, feeling very reluctant to let him go. At this time, the uncle turned around and went back to the house. When he came out again, he held two eggs in his hand: "Donlai, I don't have any good things, so take these two eggs."

After thinking for a while, he pulled a few corns hanging at the kitchen door and stuffed them on the shelf: "Come often when you have time, Donglai."

"Okay, uncle, aunt, goodbye!"

Lin Donglai put the corn into a sack and tied it up, waved to the old couple, got on his bike and rode towards the village entrance without looking back, for fear that they would discover the money and tickets he had secretly left under the bowl.

After leaving Zhangjia Village, Lin Donglai thought: It’s time to get down to business…