Siheyuan, I want to lie down but I become a tool

The Third Master didn't dwell on the issue of the heart gun. He shook his head at the wound on the half yellow sheep on the ground, sighing and saying that the sheep had suffered too much. It was obvious at a glance that the hunter was not a serious person. There was not even a fatal wound on the sheep. It must have bled to death...

Zhang Xingwang was also speechless. After listening to the Third Master despising the hunter for a long time, the Third Master seriously told Zhang Xingwang one of the sheep's advantages, which was that the hunter ran very fast and the sheep looked like it had just died.

Zhang Xingwang then told the two brothers that they still had to continue with the grain business, and asked them to be mentally prepared that he would deliver the grain to the old place in a few days.

The two brothers were confused for a moment. The Third Master lit a cigarette silently without saying anything. There was no expression on his face, but his hands were shaking a little.

The person in charge also started to get angry because of these words, and he kept talking. Most of the people the two brothers interacted with were from the lower classes, and they knew very well about the recent situation.

When asked if he knew what kind of year it was, he said in all seriousness that recently countless people in the city had been advised to return home, and even with the rationing, the rations had been reduced again and again.

The situation outside the city was even more exaggerated. After a few days of heavy rain, I heard that canteens in several villages had already started cooking wild vegetable porridge. Everyone looked at the sparse crops after the heavy rain, and no one did not wipe their tears...

Looking at the indifferent Zhang Xingwang, the steward took a deep breath and continued quietly:

"This is just a small market, not a grain station. Usually we just do it for people to buy vegetables and exchange needles and thread.

I won't talk about it before, but in this situation, if you still send three to five thousand kilograms back and forth like before, within three days this will be the busiest place in the city, and at most within a week someone will come to question you."

Zhang Xingwang also felt that the risk was a bit high, and after thinking about it, he replied:

"Otherwise, we can arrange for our people to sell it on the black market."

The manager didn't answer after hearing this, but just smiled and looked at the Third Master. The Third Master took a puff of his cigarette and asked expressionlessly:

"Are you on the right track?"

After listening to this, Zhang Xingwang felt mixed emotions, but he put aside his distracting thoughts and replied seriously:

"It comes from a legitimate source, and it's all legitimate food."

The Third Master puffed on his cigarette, looked at Zhang Xingwang deeply, and replied after a long while:

"It's OK as long as it comes from a legitimate source. That's my food, remember that!"

After the Third Master finished speaking, without waiting for Zhang Xingwang to answer, he put on a righteous look, held his head high and said, "The night of the full moon."

Then he walked away carrying the yellow sheep with a determined look on his face. His back was filled with the solemnity and grandeur of the whistling wind and the cold Yishui River. He probably put himself into the role of the hero in the storybook again.

Zhang Xingwang looked at the Third Master, who had put down the yellow sheep out of breath before reaching the entrance of the yard, and hesitantly said to the steward:

"Why don't I go over and lend a hand? After all, Third Master is old. If he gets too tired, what will we do about dinner?"

The steward saw the Third Master transfer the sheep from his right hand to his left hand, shook his head without hesitation and replied:

"No, it's just half a sheep. The Third Master is very strong, but his arms don't have the endurance. This is the case with people who have had their arms removed."

"How are you going to sell the food?"

Seeing the worried look on Zhang Xingwang's face, the butler's flattering smile did not diminish at all, and he replied with a smile:

"Just sell it like this. As long as we don't lose our conscience, we can find more people to sell it separately. Why are you asking so many questions? It's not you who is selling it."

"I am worried about you and Master San. Are you afraid that knowing too much will affect me?"

The butler's smile did not fade at all, and he chuckled and replied:

"How can that be possible? I'm just afraid that you'll know too much bad things..."

Bai Xiaoya came back when it was time to eat. Seeing her empty-handed, I thought she had changed. After asking, I found out that she had changed her clothes and didn't bring any money. Her big sister's personality made her embarrassed to buy on credit in her own place...

The Third Master looked at Bai Xiaoya's obedient face, gritted his teeth and took out another copper pot, muttering to himself that this was the last treasure, and if it dared to grow legs and run away, he would definitely die with regrets...

Seeing Bai Xiaoya's puzzled look, Zhang Xingwang leaned over and said quietly:

"The Third Master just likes to satisfy his appetite. All the gluttons in old Beijing are like this..."

"Come on, I'm not stupid. Don't you think this copper pot is exactly the same as the one in the mountain?"

"What's so strange about this? The different one is called an iron pot."

Uncle San's cooking skills are impeccable. The mutton slices are evenly thick and there are several kinds of dipping sauces. He told Xiaoya with an expressionless face that he was afraid that she might not be used to it, so he prepared a few more sauces. Usually they only use sesame sauce.

The manager also explained that the water in the city was not good, and the bitter and salty hot pot meat was not tasty. The water in the pot was all mountain spring water brought from far away, and Bai Xiaoya called him a particular person.

The atmosphere was so tense that Zhang Xingwang couldn't do anything. If the Third Master dared to take the pot, he would dare to take the wine. He took out four bottles of tiger bone wine from under his feet and said with a raised eyebrow:

"Authentic tiger bone wine, your bones will become hard after drinking it, I have personally tested it and it works."

After hearing this, the Third Master put on a heroic look, stared at Zhang Xingwang, swallowed his saliva and said, "I won't go home until I'm drunk."

After that, no one spoke. Zhang Xingwang took the time to glance at the two old brothers. From the way they ate, he could tell that they hadn't eaten mutton for a while.

It is estimated that the recent business in the pigeon market is similar to that of the curly-haired brother in Northeast China. There is constant food but no meat. The two brothers are very particular about food. After discovering Zhang Xingwang peeking, the two brothers paused at the same time, then slowed down their eating speed and started chatting while eating.

Bai Xiaoya was the one who ate the most attentively among the group. She didn't want to go home anymore. She had eaten several meals here, and went to sleep after eating a lot of meat and fish every day.

Not only is his partner rich, he can also do whatever he wants in the pigeon market, and he accidentally has two brothers. This is not a question of shame or not. Which decent partner can resist such temptation.

I immediately felt a little regretful. If I had gone to get a letter of introduction in advance, I could have gotten the certificate and bought pigeons on credit.

Although Bai Xiaoya was not very interested in wine, she loved to learn and knew the basic social etiquette. She recalled the way her second brother's sister-in-law looked when he was drinking in the past, and she picked up the bottle and filled it up for everyone one by one. Her sensible look made the two old brothers very happy.

Then he recalled some of his second brother's drinking styles, picked up the wine glass and said seriously that he should drink first as a toast since he had just arrived, and then drank it in one gulp.

Seeing this, the two old brothers quickly picked up their wine glasses and followed closely, giving Zhang Xingwang, who was a step slower, a look of contempt.

After Zhang Xingwang drank a cup, he looked at his short-legged partner smacking his lips as he continued to eat, and leaned over to ask:

"This wine is quite strong. You better take it easy. I don't want to carry you back to the guesthouse..."

Bai Xiaoya replied vaguely while eating meat:

"That's just the beginning. When I was ten years old, I was already drinking with my third aunt. Don't worry about my alcohol tolerance."

The two older brothers also saw how much Bai Xiaoya ate. The Third Master, whose face was red and neck was thick from drinking, stood up and cut two plates of meat. Only then did he see Bai Xiaoya patting her stomach and saying that she was a little full.