With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

"Uncle Liu Laogen, do you really have no pants in your hand? Sell me two more pairs." The young man with a middle parted hair gave Xue Ming ten yuan.

"I'm sorry, it's really gone." Xue Ming collected the money and left his house, riding his bicycle and disappearing into the night.

In the past half month, the legend of Uncle Liu Laogen has been circulating in the provincial capital. He speaks with a northeastern accent and has a face like a shoe rake. He lied that his wallet was stolen when he came to visit relatives in the provincial capital.

He sells urea pants for five yuan a pair in exchange for train tickets. Tong Sou Wu Qi only pays five yuan for each pair of pants. He only looks for suitable people to trade at night.

There was once a bad guy who wanted to take Liu Laogen to see the official. The next day, the bad guy was beaten black and blue and lay naked on the street. From then on, no one dared to challenge Uncle Liu.

Xue Ming returned to the Mijia courtyard, entered the space, and went to the kitchen to light a fire and burn Liu Laogen's mask. From then on, there would be no more Liu Laogen in the world.

Even if the country continues to import urea from Japan next year, the urea bag is unlikely to fall into Xue Ming's hands, so the urea pants can only be a one-time deal.

However, this hammer sale brought in a profit of five to six thousand yuan, and Xue Ming's monthly salary was only seventy yuan. As expected, horses are not fat without Yecao, and people are not rich without external wealth.

I took a hot bath and went to the space storage room to sort out my belongings. After finishing the sorting, I was shocked, "Damn it, am I a household worth ten thousand yuan?"

The cash plus gold and silver totaled tens of thousands of dollars. Xue Ming took a sip of wine to calm down his shock, and then shook his head after a long time.

Ten thousand yuan may not be able to buy the safety of his loved ones. He doesn't know how much is too much. He only knows that the more money he makes now, the higher the safety factor of his family will be in the future.

She left the space and went to sleep in the bedroom. The next morning, Zhao Xue returned from her mother-in-law's room to the bedroom and saw her husband sleeping soundly on the bed. Her heart instantly felt much more at ease.

Carefully kiss her husband's nose, tiptoe out to the yard to fetch water from the well, and then go to the kitchen to cook a steaming pot of millet porridge.

Carrying the hot pot to her mother-in-law's room, mother and daughter went to work after dinner. Zhao Xue took the remaining porridge and eggs to the bedroom and wrote a note, "Husband, don't forget to eat."

Xue Ming woke up at ten o'clock in the morning, got up, read the note on the table, and continued to rest in bed after eating.

"Brother Xue, get up quickly, I got something good." Landlord Mi Nanyang came into the house carrying an aluminum basin.

Xue Ming saw that it was fried rice with oil residue, "Oh, this is really good food, but I have already eaten."

"Brother, eat quickly. Your sister-in-law asked me to bring it here specially." Mi Nanyang thrust the spoon into Xue Ming's hand.

The oil residue is the meat residue left when fat pork is boiled with lard. These days, eating a meal with oil residue is like celebrating the New Year.

"Oil rice is not cheap. If you have something to say, Brother Mi, just say it." Xue Ming put down his spoon and asked him to sit down and talk.

"Then I'll be honest, if someone comes over and asks me to install the well-killing device, can I not install it for him?" Mi Nanyang took out ten dollars and put it on the table.

"Brother Mi, don't worry. It won't be easy for anyone to come. Mi, please take away the oily rice. This stuff is too high in cholesterol." Xue Ming put the ten dollars in his pocket.

Mi Nanyang was relieved when he saw Xue Ming collecting the money, and left with the meal with a smile, as long as Xue Ming didn't install a trap for other landlords.

Xue Ming locked the door and continued to sleep. After an unknown period of time, he heard someone knocking on the window. When he opened the curtains, he saw that it was Zheng Tiechui, the landlord next door.

"Brother Xue, I'm here to talk to you." Zheng Tiechui raised his hands to reveal a bottle of Yanghe Daqu and a box of finely bound snacks.

Xue Ming opened the door and asked him to come in. There was no sign of the landlord and his wife in the yard. Landlady Zheng came here because of a delay.

"I heard that it costs ninety yuan for me to install a well-pressure device for Lao Mi. If I give you a hundred meters, you can also install one for me." Zheng Tiechui put the gift on the table with a flattering look on his face.

"I'm sorry, Old Zheng. I have submitted the well-killing technology to the province through the Transportation Bureau, and the province has reported it to the central government." Xue Ming explained patiently.

"Brother Xue, please be accommodating. One more for me is not more, and one for less is a lot. The price can be discussed." Zheng Tiechui took out another ten yuan from his pocket and put it on the table.

"Brother, it's not that I'm unreasonable, but Director Cao of the Transportation Bureau personally came over and warned me not to install hydraulic wells for others anymore." Xue Ming reached out and pushed the gifts and money away.

"Zheng Tiechui, you fucking want to fight, get out of my house quickly!" Mi Nanyang rushed in and pulled Zheng Tiechui away.

"My surname is Mi, I've been putting up with you for a long time!" Zheng Tiechui yelled and started to struggle with Mi Nanyang.

Yesterday, a tenant in the Zheng Family Courtyard checked out and paid ten yuan more to rent a house in Mijia. The reason was that he could use Mijia's well-pressure machine for free during the rental period.

Destroying someone's wealth is like killing one's parents. Zheng Tiechui was already holding back his anger, but Mi Nanyang's arrogance ignited his anger, and the two staged a full-scale martial arts show in the yard.

Xue Ming put Zheng Tiechui's gifts and money outside the door, locked the door and watched them fight through the window, eating some melon seeds and watching them.

Soon a large number of people came over to eat melon. Xue Ming felt that it was boring and went into the space to sleep.

After sleeping until four o'clock in the afternoon, I left the space and went to the courtyard to get some air. I found Zhao Erlian chatting with Mi Nanyang, and Zheng Tiechui scratched Mi Nanyang's face bloody.

"Brother Mi, are you okay? Go to the hospital and check for injuries." Xue Ming said while holding back a smile.

"It's okay, I scratched his face too." Mi Nanyang subconsciously touched the wound on his face and grimaced in pain.

"It's okay, second brother, come in and talk." Xue Ming waved to Zhao Erlian to come into the room, closed the door, took a pack of cigarettes and threw them on the table.

"Brother-in-law, the No. 1 Cast Iron Processing Plant has established a well-killing department, and my father asked Tianyi and me to work there as well-killing technicians." Zhao Erlian said.

"This is a good thing, you can go ahead." Xue Ming was happy for them.

The establishment of the well killing department shows that the country has recognized cast iron well killing, and it is estimated that awards will be received from the capital soon.

"Brother Xue Ming, my father asked me to come here for advice. Do you have anything to teach me?" Zuo Tianyi asked weakly.

"I have a manual for you to take home and study. It may be helpful to you." Xue Ming opened the drawer and took out the well-killing installation and use manual he wrote.

Xue Ming was not stingy with Zuo Tianyi. Even though he didn't go to work every day, he still got paid and relied on his father Zuo Changzheng to take care of him. Of course, he had to treat his son better.

The two of them found a treasure with the manual in hand. Well-killing was a new thing. With the manual, the two of them were the most senior technicians, and their future was bright.

"Brother-in-law, take my sister home tonight. Dad has something important to tell you. It seems to be about your promotion." Zhao Erlian said.

Xue Ming sent them off and handed Mi Nanyang a cigarette, "Brother Mi, please tell my mother that Zhao Xue and I will go to my father-in-law's house for dinner tonight."

Mi Nanyang nodded, and Xue Ming rode to school to pick up his wife and went to his father-in-law's house.