Siheyuan: I am different He Yuzhu

After the furniture was unloaded, He Yuzhu warmly invited Old Song to come in and took out four stacks of money that he had prepared in advance from the inner room. He gently placed the money on the table and then pushed the money in front of Old Song.

"Master Song, could you please count the money and see if the amount is correct?" He Yuzhu said with a smile, sincerity and trust in his eyes.

Old Song was slightly startled, but soon regained his composure. He smiled and said he would not refuse: "Then I will obey your command."

After saying that, Old Song stretched out his rough hands, picked up the four thick stacks of RMB on the table, and lowered his head to count them carefully. He carefully checked each bill to make sure there were no problems. Time passed by, and finally, Old Song finished the counting work. He looked up at He Yuzhu:

"Good, exactly 20 million, not more or less. Thank you! I'll take it." Old Song nodded with satisfaction, and then put the money on the table neatly into the cloth bag he brought.

"Oh, Master Song, you are too polite! This is the compensation you should receive! Moreover, if you receive similar high-quality and valuable items in the future, please tell me! I am definitely not short of money~" He Yuzhu laughed heartily, his tone full of confidence and magnanimity.

Old Song also laughed after hearing this: "Hahahaha... Sure, sure! This is the first time I, Old Song, have met someone as generous, open-minded and trustworthy as you in all my years of life! It is such a pleasure to cooperate with you! To be honest, I, Old Song, have dealt with so many people, but I still prefer dealing with you like this, because it is easier and less troublesome to deal with you. See you later. I'm going to let Dachuan deliver the thing you want to you on time tomorrow afternoon." After Old Song and He Yuzhu finished their business exchanging compliments, they stood up to say goodbye.

"Master Song, take care." He Yuzhu stood up and saw Old Song and his son out the door. After they walked away, He Yuzhu returned to the west wing of the yard and carefully admired the furniture sent by Old Song.

Song Dachuan held the cart tightly and followed Old Song closely. He was full of doubts and couldn't help asking, "Dad, you said we have sent more than a hundred pieces of furniture to He Yuzhu, right? But the strange thing is that every time we go to his house to put furniture, the room is always empty. Where did he move all those furniture to?"

Old Song stopped, turned around and looked at Song Dachuan, and said earnestly: "Son, you can't just bury your head in fiddling with those woods all day long, you have to use your brain more and think about other things. Don't you realize that this house is usually uninhabited? He Yuzhu must be a rich or noble person to be able to buy so many furniture in one go. Since he is so rich, how could he not have other residences? He must have other houses. Every time we deliver the furniture, he will find time to send others to transport it elsewhere, so every time you go to deliver the goods, the house is naturally empty." Old Song looked at his honest and straightforward son in front of him and sighed helplessly.

"Dad, after hearing what you said, I finally understand why I always feel something is weird when I go to that yard to deliver furniture. Now I finally understand! Why doesn't he just let us deliver the furniture to the house where he lives? This way we can save the money of hiring someone to transport the goods! By the way, Dad, how do you know he is rich? Wouldn't he resell the furniture he bought from us?" Song Dachuan poured out all the questions in his mind like a machine gun.

After listening to Song Dachuan's words, Old Song sighed deeply and said, "Rich people like to have three burrows. He asked us to deliver the furniture to this yard because he didn't want us to know where he put these things after buying them. The house where we delivered the furniture is where he uses it to do his daily work in order to hide his tracks. As for why I know he is rich, it's because your father always refers to the market price when selling him furniture, and sometimes it is even 10% higher than the market price. If he raises the price again, it will be difficult to sell. And afterwards, I haven't heard of anyone selling similar furniture on the market." Old Song thought for a moment and continued.

"Besides, from the way he looked at the furniture, he really liked it. He would not sell it to other people. His eyes can't lie. Either he bought it for someone, or he bought it for his own use. No matter which one, he is a rich man."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Song Dachuan suddenly realized after hearing this, and then he remembered what happened before and asked. "That's not right, I remember that last time someone offered a higher price than him, so why didn't you sell it to that person, or to He Yuzhu?"

"Hey, you, the guy who bought our furniture last time showed up unexpectedly. Do you know his background? What if he's a liar? We have been dealing with He Yuzhu for so many years, and it was your father and I who said the price every time. He never bargained for us once. That time, he just gave us the money without any less."

Old Song paused and continued, "Besides, no one came to ask us about the matter afterwards. What if he knew that we did business with others behind his back and he stopped dealing with us? Where can we find long-term customers like him who pay money without much trouble? Besides, if we want to deal with him for a long time, we should be honest in doing business like we are in life, earn the money we deserve, and not take shortcuts. People who buy so many things from us must be experts in the field. Although the price I quoted is a little higher sometimes, they know that it is the hard-earned money of your father. If you don't understand anything in the future, please ask me in time. While your father is still alive, he can give you more guidance. What if your father is gone one day, you might be sold and have to count the money for others?"

"Dad, I'm just a carpenter. You taught me since I was a child that as a carpenter, I only need to focus on doing the job at hand! And when it comes to dealing with people, don't you still have it?" Song Dachuan said seriously.

After hearing what his son said, Old Song shook his head helplessly, pointed his finger at Song Dachuan, and sighed, "You are just a block of wood, you don't understand at all! Come on, come on, come home with me."

"Okay, Dad." Song Dachuan responded readily, then turned around and followed his father to walk towards home.

Along the way, Old Song silently looked at his innocent son beside him, thinking to himself: "It's not okay to go on like this. When I'm gone one day, with this child's personality, he will probably be bullied by others until there is nothing left. Alas, I really should find a reliable person to take care of him... It's a pity that our second daughter will get married after all. If she can stay and help her eldest brother, then I won't have to worry so much." Just thinking about it, for some reason, the shadow of He Yuzhu suddenly flashed through Old Song's mind. "He Yuzhu is a good person, but there are too many secrets about him that I can't see through. Anyway, I'm still young, so I'll talk about it later when I get to know him better."

He Yuzhu carefully placed the furniture that Old Song had sent today behind the Wuji Hall in the blessed land, and then he stepped briskly into this mysterious and beautiful place.

As soon as you enter the blessed land, the fresh air hits you, making you feel relaxed and happy. He Yuzhu strolled through it, feeling the unique tranquility and peace here. As he walked, he came to the square and saw the oil tea fruits being dried. These oil tea fruits were neatly laid out in bamboo baskets, bathing in the warm sunshine.

He Yuzhu squatted down, reached out and picked up a tea fruit from the bamboo basket and examined it carefully. He saw that the fruit had begun to crack, revealing the fresh kernel inside. He thought to himself: "After another two or three days of drying, all the tea fruits should be able to open. By then, I can peel out the tea kernels from the tea fruit!" Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

After all the oil-tea seed kernels are peeled out and dried, you can start preparing for oil extraction. However, He Yuzhu couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He sighed to himself, "It's a pity that I traveled through time too early. In this era, not to mention Douyin, even the ancestors of mobile phones have just invented it. If I could not travel through time or travel to a parallel time and space with advanced technology, relying on the picturesque scenery in the blessed land, I would definitely be able to become a highly-watched farmer internet celebrity! After all, other internet celebrities may just pretend to do farm work, but I actually completed the whole process from sowing to harvesting alone from beginning to end!"

"Unfortunately, fate played a trick on me and I was unlucky and failed to catch up with the good opportunity. But He Yuzhu was not discouraged. He believed that as long as he persevered and worked hard to live, as long as he could live to the new century, he would have his own glorious moment even if he lay down. There was nothing he could do. He was just so willful. Who made me a man with cheats?" He Yuzhu thought to himself in a Versailles way.