As you wish, start from the Siheyuan

"Bang Geng, you haven't eaten yet? Raise your head."

Jiang Dapeng shouted at the stick behind him.

"Hey! Okay, Brother Dapeng."

When Banggeng heard Jiang Dapeng talking in front of him, he quickly raised his voice a little higher.

"Call Team Leader Jiang, we are the vanguard, be civilized, Banggen, don't be lazy!"

Zhang Qiang, who was walking behind, came up and kicked Bang Gen, then explained the key points to him.

They were divided into groups of four, with Jiang Dapeng as the team leader. In addition to Bangen who carried a basket with Jiang Dapeng, Zhang Qiang and Liu Xiaoguang also carried a basket, each with two bags of grain.

They went to Yishui Park. Old men and women from the neighborhood all loved to come here to exercise, and there were also many children.

"Exchange for food! Exchange old things for food."

As soon as Jiang Dapeng and Zhang Qiang arrived, they put down their things and started shouting at the top of their lungs.

Soon a group of old men and women gathered around.

"What are you exchanging? Can old things really be exchanged for food?"

An old lady squeezed to the front eagerly and asked.

"Yeah, can we really exchange old things for food...?"

The sounds around them quickly drowned out the four grown boys.

Bang Geng was a little scared and shrank back, but Jiang Dapeng, who had been the leader of the children for several years, was not afraid at all. He took a step forward and said loudly:

"Stop... Stop...! We can really exchange it for mahogany furniture, old-fashioned porcelain, Buddhist shrines, incense burners, famous paintings and calligraphy...! For food!"

"Hey! Mr. Li, you have so many old things at home that can't be eaten or drunk. Can't you take them out and exchange them for some food?"

"Your family is the old one, hehe... you old thing, are you scolding me?"

"No way, hehe...slip of the tongue, I'm going to go home and get my treasures, if I keep them here any longer, we'll have trouble making ends meet."

Several people left and came back one after another, each holding one or two things in their hands.

"Hey boy, come here and take a look at this."

Mr. Li, who had just returned, took out the calligraphy and painting in his hand and spread it out.

"This is Tang Bohu's "Eagle Catches Chicken", a famous painting passed down from my ancestors. Look, there is a signature on it."

"Well, good old man, how about two bowls of millet?"

Jiang Dapeng received Mr. Li, looked at Tang Bohu's painting "Eagle Catches Chicken" seriously, and gave the standard.

"Oh! Young man, I think you are a pretty good person, handsome and methodical. How can you be so stingy? At least four bowls!"

Mr. Li held Jiang Dapeng's hand tightly and talked about the price.

"Old man, we are from the Young Pioneers, and we just want to find an excuse to help our fellow villagers and neighbors. We won't eat or drink these things when we take them back.

We are also helping to exchange for the new museum in the future. How about this, sir? I will give you three bowls. If you still can’t do that, I can’t do anything else. You will be criticized when you go back.”

Although Jiang Dapeng felt a little flattered by the praise, he still kept in mind Brother Fang's teachings: "Whoever exchanges more food will get more rewards."

"Okay, take it, put the food in my bag."

After saying this, Uncle Li was still somewhat reluctant to leave, so he left shaking his head and sighing.

Mr. Li thought, "If I had known earlier, I should have gone to the house of the officer I was working for and taken more things. Anyway, the officer was in a hurry to escape and left behind a lot of things.

But he remembered that Sister Liu also took a few. I'll tell my old sister-in-law about this. Her family is in a difficult situation now. How great would it be if she agreed to be with me back then."

"Come one by one, uncles and aunts, don't worry, be safe. Come, auntie, did you bring the urinal from home? Ouch... what a smell."

Zhang Qiang was also busy, but the first thing tasted a bit pungent!

"Bang Geng, go talk to Brother Fang, there's a big guy that needs his help."

Jiang Dapeng took a break from his busy schedule and asked Banggeng to tell Brother Fang that an old man had a large stone tablet at home and asked if he wanted it.

"Run faster, Banggen, or you'll have to beat the shit out of me in a quarter of an hour."

Zhang Qiang added a sentence at the right time.

Banggen is not afraid of anyone in the courtyard, but he is afraid of everyone among the half-grown kids outside because he knows that no one will pamper him.

At first, I blamed him for being tactless. They are all boys, so it is normal for them to be dissatisfied with each other. But he could have provoked anyone else, but he chose to provoke Zhang Qiang.

This man positioned himself as second only to the emperor and above everyone else. Zhang Qiang and four or five of his trusted aides worked together to deal with him.

Although Banggeng had eaten the meals prepared by Shazhu for several years, there were too many people. From then on, if he was not careful, everyone might beat him up.

He had been beaten and frightened, and from then on he obeyed everything these outsiders said.

Hearing the orders and threats from the boss and Zhang Qiang, Banggeng felt a chill and shivered. After a shudder, Banggeng immediately ran towards the courtyard.

The long hair on Banggeng was disheveled and swung in the rhythm of his running.

He was already out of breath when he found me. After listening to his breathless words with trembling eyes, I let him go back first.

"Okay... Bang Geng... I'll go over right away. You go first. Do you want to go home and drink some water?"

"No...no...! Brother Fang..."

Before he could finish his words, he turned back and continued running the same way he came.

Run, boy!

I looked at his back and secretly cheered him on.

"I heard the voice of our Bang Geng? Where is he?"

At this time, Banggeng's grandmother, Jia Zhang, came out and took a look, looking a little puzzled, and then looked at me.

"It's your Bang Geng. He helped me to change some furniture and stuff. Oh, by the way, fake auntie, this is the reward for Bang Geng."

I took out a small piece of bread and handed it to Jia Zhang.

Jia Zhang returned to the house happily.

"Ding... Congratulations to the host for obtaining 50 points of wish power."

I smiled knowingly and slowly walked out of the yard.

When I arrived at the old man's house, I saw a huge stone tablet with a dragon head that was more than one meter tall and extremely heavy. Below it was a statue that looked like a turtle. I suddenly remembered the turtle-shaped tablet that Wei Xiaobao encountered.

"Brother Fang, can you accept this?"

Zhang Qiang and the other three were still busy in the park. Jiang Dapeng took me to this house. When he saw this huge thing, he was a little hesitant.

"Why not? Such a big monument is very commemorative!"

"Uncle, I'll give you a bag of grain and a box of canned food. Can you help me find a few people to take them away? Is that okay with you?"

I walked up to the old man and took out the contents of his bag: a bag of millet, about ten pounds, and a glass can.

Canned food is good stuff. Generally, the supply and marketing cooperatives charge 50 or 60 cents a bottle.

"Okay, haha...sure, I'll find someone to transport it for you right away."

The old man turned around and went to look for someone with a smile. This stone has been placed in the yard for many years. It is not for eating or drinking, but it is very good for warding off harm. Today, finally a fool comes to exchange it for food. Why not take advantage of it?

The other groups also gained a lot. Nowadays, there are not many people who like these things. In fact, there are still many people who truly understand them. However, they cannot be eaten and cannot be circulated.

I spent quite some time looking at so many old things and finally collected them all. I still feel mixed emotions. To be honest, it's a bit complicated.

I am happy too. After all, there are a lot of real things in it. These are all historical treasures. Now they belong to me and will be worth a lot of money in the future.

But who can understand the sadness of a pearl covered in dust? Anyway, there is no shortage of money, so it seems that we really need to build a museum in the future, called the Young Pioneers Museum.

When these guys grow up, they can brag to the younger generations and laugh, "See? These are what I got back from exchanging grains... Haha...!"