Siheyuan: My space can be upgraded

"Good talk, good talk!"

The peddler took the money, stuffed it happily into his pocket, and nodded in agreement without thinking about it.

Today I met a big client. If I do this every day, it will be a lot easier to set up a stall!

As he said that, he carried a few bags of beef balls and sent them to the back seat of the jeep.

"Come on you!"

At that time, He Yuzhu got out of the car quietly and went back to the back seat to wait.

Just wait for that door to open.The peddler stepped forward, and He Yuzhu grabbed his wrist, and with a little effort, he was dragged into the car!

The strength of the SSS level of martial arts is not in vain!

The peddler was taken aback, but before he recovered, he heard a "bang" behind him, and the door closed!

Then, Yan Jiefang quickly got into the driver's cab, started the car, and drove forward quickly.

"Hey! Hey? Little brother, what, this brother, what are you doing? You don't want the beef balls? And... and my stall car is still there! Where are we going! "

"Where are you going? Take you to a good place!"

He Yuzhu clamped his hand and never let go, but there was a contemptuous smile on his lips.

The vendor swallowed, a little anxious and a little nervous.

At this moment, I still don't want to understand what happened.

I paid all the money, why don't you want meatballs?
The car sped past, and it didn't take long to drive to a secluded area in the suburbs of Beijing.

He Yuzhu tilted his head, and then let go of his hand.

At this time, a circle of red marks had already been pinched on the peddler's wrist.

"Tell me, I'll give you a chance."

"Say, say what..."

The small vendor flexed his wrist in pain, still looking at He Yuzhu in panic, and said,

"You two, what are you singing about! I, I'm just a seller of meatballs. If you say you don't buy them, why do you have to... Uh-"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard his chin slam and he was punched.

The peddler yelled in pain, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth immediately.

"Have you lost your teeth? Brother, I advise you to tell the truth, my uncle's fists are not recognized!"

In the front seat, Yan Jiefang turned around with a smile. The next second, the smile on his face changed color instantly, and he sternly reprimanded:

"What kind of mess is that meatball of yours, tell me honestly!"

"You, you... ouch, I'm unlucky, I said, I said it!"

The peddler covered his mouth, moved a few times, and squeezed out a fallen tooth from his mouth, the pain was unbearable.

While begging for forgiveness, while watching He Yuzhu's expression, he said honestly:

"I admit that my meatballs are adulterated. Most of them are duck meat and starch, mixed with some pork and a little beef, and seasoned with seasoning powder. Most people can't taste it. Alas, the earthquake has just passed, you two, I just set up a small stall to make a living, besides, what I sell is not very expensive... You, you two, just turn a blind eye, close your eyes, and spare me. I, I just make some money Qian Hua, I didn't intend to harm anyone. Besides, I also eat these meatballs myself, but it's not pure beef, so it won't harm anyone, and, the taste, the taste is not bad..."

"Starch, duck, pork, beef, and a kind of seasoning powder, isn't it? But there are other things added?"

After hearing this question, the peddler hurriedly said:

"Yes, yes, no, no. I promise there is nothing messy! It's just that it's not pure beef..."

Looking at his pleading and frightened eyes, He Yuzhu knew that this guy probably wasn't lying.

And among these ingredients, the only thing he cares about is the seasoning powder.

He Yuzhu asked, "What kind of seasoning powder is it? Let me have a look."

"This……"

"Huh? Why, you don't want to?" He Yuzhu's cold eyes glanced over, making the small vendor shudder.

"No, I don't want to, it's just that I have prepared these meatballs at home, and they are easy to sell. Therefore, I don't bring the seasoning with me. If you want it, you have to go home with me to get it."

"Why do I have to go home with you to get it? Could it be that you bought this seasoning powder at the supply and marketing cooperative? You just say what brand it is and it's over?"

"This, this..."

The peddler scratched his head, hesitant to speak, and fell silent for a moment.

Seeing this, He Yuzhu squeezed the knuckles of his two fists back and forth, creaking.

"Don't, don't, don't use force, I said, I said it!"

Hearing the creaking sound of his knuckles, the vendor only felt a little creepy, and there was still a disgusting rusty smell in his mouth, and the place where the teeth fell, also felt a dull pain.

"To tell you the truth, my meatballs are attractive because of the good taste of this seasoning powder. However, I did not buy this seasoning powder from a supply and marketing agency, but someone came to sell it, so I bought it."

"Door-to-door sales?"

"That's right, it's an older man, about the same age as you, with a bag on his back, who came to my house to knock on the door to sell. Speaking of which, I look familiar with that man, but I can't remember who it is at the moment. He probably lives in a nearby alley. Right after the earthquake, I was thinking of making a living. As soon as his seasoning powder came to my door, didn’t I just want to sleep and gave me a pillow? Me, me So I came up with the idea of ​​making meatballs..."

He Yuzhu nodded, thought for a moment, looked up and down the small vendor in front of him, and asked:

"Where do you live?"

"East Building Hutong,"

"East Building Hutong?"

He Yuzhu froze for a moment, and looked at Yan Jiefang in front of him.

Obviously, Yan Jiefang also realized that something was wrong.

The courtyard house they live in is located in Xifang Hutong, very close to Donglou Hutong, just across the street!

And just now, the peddler said that the person selling seasoning powder looked very familiar, and he should be the neighbor who lives in the front and back alleys, but he couldn't figure out who it was...

Thinking of this, a figure appeared in He Yuzhu's mind.

"No way……"

"Uncle, do you think of someone suspicious?"

He Yuzhu shook his head and said:

"Not sure yet. It's easy to be sure, though."

As they spoke, the two turned their gazes to the hawker who was trembling in his seat at the same time.

"Second, what else do you want?"

"How much seasoning powder do you have left?"

"Uh, it's almost used up, there are three or four packs left..."

"Will that salesman come to your door to let you buy it again?"

"Yes, yes!"

After hearing this question, the peddler seemed to understand something, and said,
"You two, are you looking for the person who sells seasoning powder, right? Then there is no need to wait, I remember that there is a phone number on the bag of the seasoning package..."