Siheyuan: I have traveled through time and space and still can’t eat enough?

Only when Xu Damao’s back disappeared did Yan Jiekuang return his gaze to his hands.

A full twelve dollars. You know, that’s almost half a month’s salary for his father.

After this incident, Yan Jiekuang couldn't help but sigh: Xu Damao is really generous. He makes me want to bow down to him. Fortunately, I still have the bottom line as a human being.

Looking at the darkening sky, he knew that even if he had money now, he would not be able to improve his life immediately.

He could only put all the money into the space first, thinking that he would sneak out to buy some food tomorrow. He didn't dare to take the money out openly.

It’s not that I’m afraid that my father will confiscate it. The Yan family is still very fair in this regard.

As long as the money is earned by the children themselves, he will ask for it according to the rules.

For example, the eldest and second brothers paid for their meals, but that was only after they graduated and were able to support themselves.

And the money is fixed, five dollars per person, and Yan Bugui won’t ask about other things, but don’t let him find a legitimate excuse.

If you have a legitimate excuse, I will not show any mercy when it comes to what I owe you.

Yan Jiekuang is still in school now, and he will need to pay the money after he graduates.

But this is serious. He earned the money by his own ability, and the money he earned was not from a very legitimate source.

Although Yan Bugui is stingy, his family tradition is still very positive. He has taught his children since childhood that "don't steal or rob, and earn money through your own labor."

If he knew that he made money by giving Xu Damao bad advice, although he would not be severely punished, he would definitely be scolded.

In addition, there are many people and many gossips. If this matter gets to the ears of an old man, he will definitely target me. Although I am not afraid, it is better to avoid it if possible.

It's enough for only two people to know about this matter. Xu Damao is too busy hiding to tell anyone.

It's just a pity that I can't improve my life in a fair and honest way.

As he was thinking, Yan Jiekuang went back to his bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, he was woken up by his third aunt: "Jie Kuang, hurry up and get up. It's time to go to school after dinner."

Yan Jiekuang quickly got up. Through the original owner's memory, he knew that there were only three faucets in the entire yard, one each in the front, middle and back yards.

After getting up every day, the most difficult thing is to queue up to wash and dress. The children go to school and the adults go to work, so the time is almost the same.

If I don't hurry up, I might be late for school on the first day of my time traveling through time.

When Yan Jiekuang came to the yard with toiletries, there were already four or five people queuing in front of him: Fortunately, there weren't many people.

"Huzi, didn't you see your uncle Jie Kuang coming? Let him wash up first."

The person who was speaking was Wang Dachui, a resident in the front yard. He worked in a steel rolling mill and was now a second-level worker. There were five people in his family, including his parents, the couple, and a little son.

His house is right next to the Yan family's, so he is the Yan family's formal neighbor.

The person he was talking about was his son Wang Xiaohu, who was just nine years old this year. Because Yan Bugui was Wang Xiaohu's class teacher, Wang Dachui was always polite and gave face to the Yan family every time he met them.

"No need, Brother Dachui. It's still early. Let Huzi wash first. I'm not in a hurry."

Yan Jiekuang still has the most basic qualities, but he is incapable of cutting in line.

It is true that children from poor families grow up early. Children of this generation suffer a lot and become sensible very early.

Seeing Yan Jiekuang refuse, Wang Xiaohu pulled him and said, "Uncle Jiekuang, you wash first. Our elementary school is close, but your school is too far away and we are in a hurry."

Seeing the two enthusiastic people, Yan Jiekuang no longer refused and walked in front of Wang Xiaohu: "Thank you, Xiaohu, when uncle has money, I will buy you some candy!"

Children are children. No matter how precocious they are, they cannot resist the temptation of delicious food.

Hearing Yan Jiekuang's words, Wang Xiaohu asked excitedly, "Really, Uncle Jiekuang?"

"Of course it's true. How could I lie to a little kid like you?"

Wang Dachui, who was standing by, was listening to their conversation and laughed in his heart: Son, you take the words of the Yan family seriously. It seems that my education of you is still not enough!

Everyone knows that getting the Yan family to buy things for you is as difficult as getting a man to have a child.

Wang Dachui just smiled and didn't take it seriously. It was just a small matter.

Being polite to the Yan family was not for anything, but because Yan Bugui was not only the third uncle in the courtyard, but also Hu Zi's teacher. It would be good if he could take better care of his son when he was giving lectures.

By the time Yan Jiekuang finished washing up, the food was already on the table.

Looking at the steamed bread and boiled water in front of him, he had no appetite at all.

He picked up the steamed bread and walked out, saying as he walked, "Mom, I'm going to be late for school. I'll take the steamed bread with me to eat on the way."

He looked at Yan Jiekuang who was in a hurry to go out, and then looked at the two pickles left on the table.

The third aunt couldn't help but feel secretly happy: That's great, I can save two more pickles today.

Thinking this in his mind, he casually poured the pickles belonging to Yan Jiekuang back into the vegetable jar.

As soon as he walked out of the house and saw that there was no one around, Yan Jiekuang directly put the steamed buns into the space.

Although I don't want to eat it, it's shameful to waste food. When I have the chance, I will give the steamed bread to those in need.

While thinking, Yan Jiekuang walked towards a small cooperative restaurant in the distance.

Most of the restaurants of this era are old restaurants that were left over from the past and have been renovated and renovated.

To his surprise, the environment here was quite good and not as dirty and messy as he had imagined.

Looking at the slogan on the wall: Do not beat customers without reason.

Yan Jiekuang felt it was very novel, as this was a feature unique to this era!

But he didn't say anything. After all, most of the restaurants nowadays are state-owned or jointly operated by the public and private sectors. There are no private restaurants.

Those working in the restaurant have a stable job. Even their leaders cannot fire anyone at will. If you say a few more words, you will get beaten and there is no place to complain.

Yan Jiekuang came up and ordered two buns and a bowl of fried liver.

It can be said that people of this era were honest, not like those in later generations who were short-sighted.

When you take a bite of this big meat bun, your mouth is filled with fragrance and you can even see chunks of meat inside.

Just two buns and a bowl of fried liver are enough to fill Yan Jiekuang up.

Yan Jiekuang finished his meal in a flash, enjoying it very much. He handed the waiter a large piece of cake and said, "Take ten more buns to go."

The waiter took the money and looked at Yan Jiekuang like he was a fool: "You only give money, where are the food coupons! Twelve buns, a bowl of fried liver, a total of two dollars and nine, one catty and five ounces of food coupons, eight ounces of meat coupons. Hurry and take it out."

Hearing this, Yan Jiekuang was stunned: Yes, tickets are used in this era. I only thought about spending money to improve my life and forgot about this. It's all the original owner's fault. How can you be so poor? You have never eaten in a restaurant. I have no experience at all! What should I do now?

His mind was racing, trying to see if there was any solution. Looking at the waiter in front of him, Yan Jiekuang thought: Got it.

"Sister, I left in a hurry today and forgot to bring the tickets. Can I exchange five dollars for the tickets you need? My home is too far away. If I go home to get them, I will be late for school. These packed buns are for our teacher. It will be bad if they get cold."

The waiter looked at the boy in front of him. He was indeed carrying a schoolbag and didn't look like a bad person.

Thinking about what he just said, I felt that it was okay. After all, I didn't need these tickets since I was working in a hotel. Besides, with five dollars, I could buy all of them even if I went to the pigeon market, and there would still be some left over.

"Okay, just this time. Remember to bring everything with you next time you go out." The waiter said as he handed the extra two yuan to Yan Jiekuang.

Yan Jiekuang left the restaurant and secretly felt lucky: Fortunately, this lady didn't take it too seriously, otherwise things would be very serious. He still hasn't fully adapted to this era, and he has to be more careful in the future.

While reminding himself in his heart, he walked towards the corner of the street. After looking carefully, he found that there was no one around, so Yan Jiekuang directly put the meat bun into the space.

Looking at the steamed bun lying in the corner, Yan Jiekuang had an idea and took the bun out. It was still hot and the temperature had not changed at all.

It seems that time is still in my own space. This makes it more convenient as I can take out hot meat buns to eat at any time.

When Yan Jiekuang was secretly happy, he saw the rotten cabbage in the corner and thought to himself that he was so stupid. How could he think of using this method to judge the flow rate of space? In the middle of winter, how long would it take for the cabbage to rot?

As he was thinking about it, he took out the cabbage and threw it away, then walked towards the school.