Siheyuan: The road to counterattack for the little transparent

The man had two bull eyes on his dark face, and above them hung a pair of drooping eyebrows, making him look a little fierce.

When he opened his mouth, his enthusiasm was inconsistent with his appearance: "Young man, what do you want to buy? I have a lot of things, go and take a look."

You have to be wary of people who try to get close to you. This applies in every life. What's more, the person in front of you is not only a stranger, but also doesn't look like a good person.

Lin Donglai shook his head: "Brother, no need, I'll take a look myself first."

The man saw Lin Donglai's defensive face but was not angry. He rubbed his hands, quickly found other candidates, and walked away soon.

Lin Donglai came here just to buy some seeds and put them aside for later planting in the black soil of the space when the time is right.

So he paid special attention to some small stalls selling grain. He walked all the way from the entrance to the middle of the alley, and saw that there were not many stalls selling grain, only two.

The most common item on the stall was cornmeal. After all, there was not enough food at that time, so some people would replace the white flour at home with cornmeal, which was more delicious.

Of course, there are also a small amount of refined grains placed on the stalls, waiting for some better-off families to come and buy them home.

But neither of these two stalls had the seeds that Lin Donglai needed, so he had no choice but to continue walking deeper into the alley, looking carefully as he walked.

As he was almost at the end of the alley, he was puzzled to find that there were no granular seeds to be found in the entire Pigeon City. All of them had been processed into food.

He asked two stall owners, and when they heard that they needed seeds, they all shook their heads like rattles and said they didn't have any.

I was thinking of buying some wheat, corn or beans, but now it seems unlikely.

There weren't many stalls and few people at the end of the alley, and he guessed that they wouldn't have what he needed, so he didn't want to go any further.

Lin Donglai went from being full of hope when he first arrived in Dove City to being full of disappointment now in a blink of an eye. He couldn't even find seeds in this place. It seems that he can only go to the supply and marketing cooperative more often to keep an eye out.

Thinking of this, he didn't go any further, but turned around and walked back towards the entrance of the alley.

Unexpectedly, after taking a few steps, someone stretched out his hand to block my way. When I looked up, it was the middle-aged man with a dark face again.

Lin Donglai was a little angry and confused, and asked in a cold tone: "Brother, what do you mean?"

The black-faced man was not angry, and still greeted him warmly with his bull eyes: "Young man, I see you are still empty-handed from the entrance to the end of the alley, can't you find what you want?

If you want to buy something, you might as well tell me, I might have it there. " After saying that, he pursed his thick lips, pointed to a stall at the end of the alley, and walked towards the stall.

Seeing this, Lin Donglai also walked to the stall. He saw that there was no light on the stall. There were two jars placed on the left and right. It was so dark that he couldn't see what was inside.

The dark-faced man motioned him to sit on the stool in front of the stall, then he took a stool and sat opposite him, saying, "Young man, I won't hide it from you. You have the most of these in the entire pigeon market.

If you can't find what you want here, then you won't find it anywhere else. Tell me, what do you want?"

Lin Donglai's first reaction was that this guy was really amazing. There were only two jars in the entire stall, yet he dared to make such a big statement. He looked very serious.

In this case, he felt that there was no need to hide it any more, so he just stated his request directly: "Brother, I want to buy some seeds, I wonder if you have any."

The dark-faced man heaved a sigh of relief when he heard what he said, and asked with a smile, "No more?"

After getting a positive answer, he laughed heartily, and then looked at Lin Donglai: "Young man, I have been paying attention to you all night, and I thought you were looking for something difficult.

It's just some seeds. I have plenty. Just tell me what you want. I won't charge you more."

Lin Donglai was a little surprised to hear this. He turned around and looked at the two jars on the stall with a puzzled look on his face: "I want wheat seeds, rice seeds and bean seeds. If you have vegetable seeds, I can also give some."

He had already thought about growing some long-lasting food. In addition to providing for his family's daily consumption, the rest could be stored in the space so they wouldn't go bad. He could also grow a small amount of vegetables to ensure that they would be enough to eat.

After hearing his request, the black-faced man did not hesitate and said, "Okay, you sit down first, I'll get it right away." Then he turned and walked towards a low house not far away, pushed the door and walked in.

After a while, he came out with a few bags and put them in front of Lin Donglai: "Hey, these are wheat seeds, these are rice seeds, this bag is soybean seeds, and the vegetable seeds are only potatoes and tomatoes. Do you think they are suitable?"

Lin Donglai opened his pockets one by one and looked. Except for the tomato seeds which were difficult to distinguish, the others all matched one by one.

It was not easy to come by, but it was also easy to get. The price quoted by the black-faced man was not high, so he took out the money decisively and bought several bags of seeds.

Before leaving, he casually asked about the fruit tree seedlings. The black-faced man said that he could help get them, but there were none ready at the moment and it would take some time.

After buying what he wanted, Lin Donglai didn't stay in the Pigeon City any longer. He squatted in an empty corner and put a few bags of seeds into the space.

Then he walked towards the entrance of the alley, and soon a familiar figure appeared in front of him. It was Yi Zhonghai.

Looking closely, he was holding a bag in his hand and talking to the stall owner. The two of them seemed to be arguing about something.

Lin Donglai leaned closer and listened for a while before he realized that Yi Zhonghai wanted to replace the refined flour in the bag with cornmeal.

Yi Zhonghai was an eighth-level fitter in a steel rolling mill, earning nearly 100 yuan a month. There were no children in his family, and the old couple were used to being frugal. Not only did they not spend all their monthly salary, they also had more food rations than they could eat.

In theory, even if his family only ate refined grains, it would be enough every month, and there would be no need to replace the refined grains with cornmeal.

Unless it was for someone else, the scene at night suddenly emerged in Lin Donglai's mind, and he couldn't help but think to himself: Qin Huairu is really amazing. Even the old man in the courtyard is willing to exchange food for her.

Seeing that Yi Zhonghai and the stall owner had reached a consensus, the two exchanged pockets in their hands, and Lin Donglai smiled and said, "Uncle, what a coincidence, I meet you here."

Yi Zhonghai was feeling smug about having successfully exchanged more cornmeal for the evening, but when he heard someone calling him, he was so frightened that his face turned pale and he almost jumped three feet high.

He is the uncle in the courtyard, and many people usually use him as an example to educate their children. If people in the courtyard knew what happened tonight, I am afraid that his status as an uncle will be in jeopardy.

He was also the most senior employee in the steel rolling mill. If the factory found out that he had gone to Pigeon Market to exchange food without permission, being reprimanded would be the least of his worries. He was more afraid of being demoted and even more afraid of being fired.

After seeing that the person who called him was Lin Donglai, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's Donglai, you scared me, why are you here?"

"It's a long story, it was purely a coincidence. By the way, uncle, what good things did you buy tonight?" After saying that, Lin Donglai smiled and stared at the cloth bag in his hand.

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhonghai's face changed. He was silent for a while before he smiled awkwardly: "Nothing, just some food."

"So that's the case. I thought you came here to buy something that the supply and marketing cooperative doesn't have."

As soon as Lin Donglai finished speaking, Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but think secretly: This son of the Lin family is indeed different from before. The way he speaks and does things actually makes me a little scared. It's strange.