Siheyuan: The strongest point adding system is bound at the beginning

Alas, I finished the three-day plan in one day. The landlord usually doesn't dare to use his donkey to pull the mill like this. Tsk tsk, what should I do in the next two days!

After returning from the flower market on Chongwenmen Street, the species and categories in his little world have become much richer. Today is a day of great learning. From West Flower Market Street to East Flower Market Street, the flower market is more than one kilometer long. There are flowers, birds, fish and insects, only things that Liu Ping'an has never seen in his previous life or this life.

There is no limit on food rations at this moment, and it may be due to the current location of Sijiu City that the old people from the previous dynasty and the rich people have eaten too much. It is almost time to get off work in the afternoon, but the one-kilometer road is already crowded with cars.

Humph, wait until next year when the commune system is implemented in the countryside, you will cry then. It turns out that people only think of one thing when they are hungry.

As I was walking around, I realized that I had grown smart. I stopped and walked along the way. After I found the fragrant leaf tree and put it in my pocket, I immediately let myself go. If I saw a category that was not in my own world, if it was not too expensive, I would pay for it. I didn't even bargain for the price.

There are also some rare species that I can’t buy with the more than 200 yuan I have in my hand. It turns out that the clown is myself.

This made Liu Ping'an very angry, but he was a time traveler, so he could not stand this. He directly summoned the Tai Chi diagram, cut off a piece of rhizome, wrapped it up and teleported it back to his own little world.

For a novice, there are only zero and countless times to get something for free. No wonder the beasts in the courtyard like to take advantage of others so much. Liu Pingan has experienced it now. No need to pay, it's so good.

But I'm not an unreasonable person. I will give a drop of spiritual spring back to the owner of the plant every time. Although most of it is absorbed by the world, the remaining little bit of spiritual energy is enough for these plants to be rejuvenated the next day. I think their owners can sell them at a better price tomorrow.

After learning how to get something for free, things became much simpler. He skipped the buying and selling process. As long as there were plant species that he didn't have, Tai Chi Tu would bring them back for Liu Ping'an.

However, Liu Ping'an decided to buy some of the last tobacco leaves. After all, even if the black soil in his space had the effect of accelerating growth, he couldn't smoke it right away.

I didn't expect that there would be people selling tobacco leaves as bonsai in this flower market. I gained some strange knowledge again.

After buying the things, Liu Ping'an walked towards the supply and marketing cooperative in Nanluoguxiang. All he needed now were two iron pots. He couldn't put these two things into the small world and take them back with him, which made him feel sad again.

After buying two iron pots, I asked the staff at the supply and marketing cooperative if they had pipes for sale. I didn’t expect there would be a surprise, a long pipe like Ji Xiaonan’s, a big-headed pipe like Sherlock Holmes’. There were quite a lot of different types.

Finally, Liu Pingan chose a Sherlock Holmes-style pipe with a brass filter. He would plate a layer of gold on the surface of the brass and practice it in his own King's Treasure House to see if he could add some strange properties.

He bought a large matchbox, then carried the big iron pot and the frying pan and walked towards the courtyard house No. 95.

With Liu Ping'an's eyesight, he could see from afar that Yan Bugui was working diligently in his second job - security guard at Courtyard No. 95.

Speaking of the uncles elected from the courtyards in this city, only our teacher Yan Bugui has been dedicated to his duties for so many years and has never forgotten his original intention of becoming the third uncle of Courtyard No. 95.

As long as Yan Bugui returns to his second job in Compound No. 95, he can pluck a pair of wings from even a fly, let alone an enemy spy.

When Liu Ping'an walked to the door, he saw Yan Bugui running towards him. He walked around Liu Ping'an and found that he had two pots on him. He immediately felt depressed.

He asked, "Ping An, besides this big pot, do you have anything else behind you? Do you want Uncle San to help you get it?"

"Yes, thank you, Teacher Yan."

As he said this, he handed the frying pan in his hand to Yan Bugui, and without waiting for his reply, he walked towards his home.

Upon hearing this, a look of joy flashed across the third uncle's face, and he followed Liu Ping'an to his home.

After arriving at the stove in the living room, the third uncle first placed his small stove in the small hole near the chopping board, and then couldn't wait to help Liu Ping'an take off the big pot on his back, wanting to see what he was carrying on his back.

But when the big pot was unloaded, he regretted it. He didn't expect that he would be fooled by this new guy today.

But things had come to this point, and they could only bite the bullet and help to the end. The two of them, one on each side, aimed at the hole on the stove and lifted it up together, and the big pot was placed in place in an instant.

At that time, there was no such luxurious metal pot lid as in later generations. It was good to have an iron pot. Most of them had a round lid made of wood that was as big as the mouth of the iron pot. The steamer for steaming steamed buns was also mostly made of bamboo. When steaming buns, they were covered with worn cotton cloth to keep them warm. When cooking porridge, they were covered with a wooden round lid.

Yan Bugui had done the hard labor for nothing this time, and was now looking at Liu Ping'an with unwilling eyes.

He wanted to say something, but after looking at the simple furnishings in Liu Ping'an's room, he didn't know where to start. He just stood there, looking at Liu Ping'an unwillingly.

But I was thinking, what should I take back? This trip today cannot be in vain.

Seeing what Yan Bugui was thinking, Liu Ping'an took out his Daqianmen cigarette and handed it to Yan Bugui.

Only then did the third uncle's frown relax.

However, Yan Bugui was still reluctant to smoke the cigarette with a handle like last time. He put it on his ear and said with a smile: "You're welcome. I'm safe."

Seeing him like this, Liu Ping'an had no choice but to take out two more cigarettes, put one in his mouth and gave the other to Yan Bugui.

Then he struck a match, lit it for himself first, and then handed the half-burned match to the third uncle.

Looking at the match that was almost burned out, Yan Bugui reluctantly put the cigarette in his hand to his lips and started smoking.

After exchanging a few words with Yan Bugui at his home, he went straight back to his second post.