Siheyuan: The farm in my mind is in your hands.

The tea is fragrant and the wine is gone.

Of course, today we drink tea instead of wine and make friends through literature.

Cai and Chen came out of Xu's house, and Xu Huizhen rarely went out of the house.

Sending him away, outside Zhengyang Gate.

Old Cai held a large blue and white bowl with packed food in one hand. It contained small pickles that he had served, which were crisp and refreshing.

In the other hand, she held a small cloth bag, which contained the aged Pu'er tea that Chen Xueru gave to Xu Huizhen. It was very expensive!

But now the owner has changed and the surname has been changed to Chen.

"Brother Chen, what are your plans next?"

Old Cai was thinking that it was not even noon yet and he could still do two more rounds of work.

After all, when you get married, you will have to spend money.

"I'll just take a quick look and come back. By the way, Lao Cai, the tea leaves are easy to bring. I can just carry them myself.

As for the bowl, you can help deliver it to my house later. When the time comes to return the bowl, you can also go to Sister Huizhen's house again."

As Chen Jianghe spoke, he hung the small cloth bag on the handlebars of his bicycle, like a pendant, which did not look ugly.

"By the way, Lao Cai, why do you think this thing is so delicious? This is the first time I've eaten such a refreshing pickled vegetable."

Chen Jianghe took another piece and put it in his mouth.

This is not nonsense, it is definitely comparable to Liubiju’s signature side dishes.

"How would I know? However, there is a huge pickle jar in the Xu family's kitchen. I helped move it from the front yard into the house last time.

Apart from other things, the pickle jar was made of unknown material, and it was much heavier than an ordinary water jar, and it almost twisted my waist. "

Lao Cai has always believed that others have secret recipes for stuffing vegetables, and that the pickle jar is also a specialty, which is why the side dish is so popular.

But he can't tell you about the secret recipe. It's a consensus that any famous food basically has an exclusive secret recipe.

If you deliberately lead the conversation this way, it will easily lead to misunderstanding, so he only lifted up the extremely heavy jar of pickles.

"I told you, there must be a special way. Come on, Lao Cai, try it too. It's really delicious."

Chen Jianghe gave Lao Cai another small piece to eat, and then tied the bag around the big bowl.

This time I'll let my mom, wife and Duoduo try it.

The two of them started fighting on the spot.

Lao Cai was eager to go and get the goods, but then he thought of the large blue and white bowl at the back.

This belongs to Xu Huizhen's family. It must be well protected and returned to the owner next time.

So he had to go back to the courtyard first, put his things down and then go out to work.

I don’t know where Chen Jianghe went, but Lao Cai was riding his tricycle at full speed.

This time, when I saw someone waving at me halfway, I didn't even stop, for I was afraid that the person would be careless and kick the bowl again.

For this reason, he just pretended not to hear the national curses coming from behind him, and let those national quintessences go with the wind!

As a result... today is a headwind.

Old Cai gritted his teeth and rushed to the courtyard, not because he was burdened with infamy.

What a hurry to get on the road!

Go back early, pick up customers of "National Essence" and earn extra money!

It doesn’t matter what others say. What matters is that you pay every penny you earn.

As he hurriedly stepped into the front yard, he bumped into Yan Bugui who had just returned from class.

Fortunately, Mr. Cai was tall and strong, so he lifted the bowl directly over the third uncle's head and the food didn't spill at all.

"Ouch! Who is it!?

I said, Lao Cai? Why are you running away in such a hurry?!

It only hit me, but if it hit the kids, they would be knocked over!"

Yan Bugui recently found a copy of "Xi You Ji" at school. He hasn't finished reading the book yet, but his way of speaking is already a bit like that of Master Sanzang.

To Old Cai, this just sounds like endless chatter.

It could also be that he was in a hurry. Anyway, he didn't take anything Yan Bugui said to heart.

After a quick look, he found that no one was hurt. Lao Cai said, "Please forgive me," and ran towards Chen's house.

When Yan Bugui saw that others were so anxious, he wondered if something had happened to the Chen family?

This is top news!

So I followed him, wanting to hear some gossip.

As a result, just as his face was close to the door, before he could do anything, the door curtain of Chen's house was lifted from the inside with a snap.

It hit him right on the face and knocked his glasses askew.

I was slapped in the face, but it was Yan Bugui who took the initiative to move forward.

But this time he was in the wrong, and there was no way to make up for it...

He was worried that someone would ask him why he was squatting at someone's door.

Immediately afterwards, Cai Quanwu took big strides and stepped out of the Chen family's doorstep.

Came out empty-handed.

He thought about going to Xu Huizhen's house to deliver the bowls another day. He had already been there twice today and was afraid that others would gossip if he went again.

This was not the first time that Lao Cai came to the Chen family, but only this time did he feel a resistance behind the door curtain.

When I looked up, I found myself meeting the third uncle again. He was standing at the gate just now!

Could it be that he is chasing me and asking for compensation?

The collision shouldn't have been serious, and the uncle didn't look like he was injured after all the beatings.

More importantly:

Mr. Cai hadn't earned any income that day, and he suddenly felt a little panicked.

How can I compensate for this? My wife cannot be touched.

Both of them felt guilty, so they looked at each other and then quickly lowered their heads.

They went their separate ways and no one said anything.

Chen's mother and Duoduo, who came out to see them off, took a look and wondered what was going on.

Just now, when Cai Quanwu came in, he put a large bowl on the table and said that his brother Chen asked him to send it back.

Without even waiting for Chen's mother to chat with him about family matters, the man was in a hurry to leave.

When she went out to see the guests off, she saw not only Cai Quanwu's hurriedly departing figure, but also Yan Bugui, who was covering his face with one hand and holding the stand of his glasses with the other.

These two people were even weirder. No one paid any attention to each other, as if they didn't know each other.

"It's strange, how come it's like I don't know any of them."

Chen's mother ignored everyone else and went back to the house to find a bowl to replace the one that Lao Cai had sent her.

After washing it clean, she thought for a moment and put a handful of peanuts in it.

It's an old tradition that if you borrow plates and bowls from someone else's house, you shouldn't return them empty, as that has bad intentions.

"Grandma, this dish is delicious, please try it."

Duoduo said this and took a big piece for Chen's mother. She knew how to share and didn't feel sorry for things.

"It tasted really good, a bit like the signature dish of the tavern owned by old man He in Zhengyangmen," recalled Chen's mother.

She had been to the tavern many years ago and liked this little pickle.

The wine there is both mellow and smooth, and even women won’t get drunk after drinking it.

But her father Sun Qiren insisted that others were selling fake wine and even scolded old man He for being dishonest.

Later, Old Man He had no choice but to change the type of wine specifically for Sun Qiren.

She tasted it and found that the wine burned her throat, which was not something most people could get used to.

"I didn't expect so many years to have passed."

When Chen's mother saw the things, she was reminded of her parents. After the older generation passed away, their generation also grew up.

The times are progressing, and I don’t know what kind of storms we will face in the future.

……

"Tuk Tuk~"

"Is anyone home?"

In front of the Chen family’s door, Director Wang from the street was knocking on the door.

Yan Bugui, who was still wrapping a pair of glasses brackets at home, was puzzled when he heard the noise outside. Why was the Chen family so lively today?

It’s okay for Lao Cai to come over, they are just neighbors in the front and back yards.

Why did Director Wang come to visit in person?

"Director Wang, please come in!"

Mother Chen quickly invited everyone into the house, and Duoduo also helped to make a cup of tea.

"Oh, this child is really sensible."

……

Yan Bugui was still curious, but seeing that the string of the broken glasses had not been untied yet, he had to speed up his actions.

Maybe if you go out early you can find out some gossip.