I messed up the Siheyuan

The old man’s house is actually not far from the East City black market.

Just a few alleys away.

So, under the guidance of the old man, the two arrived at his house in just twenty minutes.

After putting the food at the door for him, Wang Ping left immediately without staying any longer.

Although he had just come into contact with the old man, Wang Ping guessed...

This old man should be one of those old folks from the previous dynasty.

Such people usually have some valuable things such as jade and antiques hidden in their hands.

Wang Ping wondered if he could exchange some food for others.

So, he...

When someone asked for five kilograms of food, he gave them thirty kilograms directly.

He even gave the old man two kilograms of flour.

For what?

Isn’t it just to build good relationships with others first?

The next day, early in the morning, Wang Ping took two kilograms of flour and knocked on the old man's door.

The moment the door was opened, the old man was stunned for a moment.

But when he looked down and saw the small bag of noodles in Wang’s hand, he gave Wang Ping a thumbs up and said, “Young man, you are this.

Come! Come! Come! ...

Come in, come inside and have a cup of tea!"

At the old man's invitation, Wang Ping stepped in.

The old man’s house is a small courtyard with only one entrance.

There are three main rooms, about 60 square meters.

There are two wing rooms on the left and right. Each wing room is about 40 square meters.

Next to the gate, there is a back room of more than ten square meters.

In the middle of the yard is an open space of more than 100 square meters.

However, at this time, it was overgrown with weeds.

There is only a brick path from the entrance to the main house, which is smooth and flat because it is often walked on.

In addition, whether it was the back house or the side rooms, the doors and windows were all closed and the main door was locked, looking as if they had been empty and unused for a long time.

Wang Ping followed the old man into the main room and sat down at a colorful round table.

The old man immediately went to the room on the west side and started working.

Wang Ping took a quick look and understood.

Among these three main rooms, the main room in the middle is used for dining and meeting guests.

The room on the east side should be the old man’s bedroom.

The room on the west side was used as a kitchen by the old man.

Not long after, the old man came out of the west room with a tray carrying a set of bright red tea sets.

"Come on, young man!...Try this Pu'er tea that I've stored for more than 40 years. What does it taste like?"

As he spoke, he poured a glass for himself and Wang Ping.

Wang Ping raised the exquisite little teacup, took a sip, and said with a little guilt: "Grandpa, I don't understand this. I can't taste whether this tea is good or bad."

"Alas!" The old man waved his hand nonchalantly. "Young man, if you can't taste it, then just don't taste it! There's no need to be like this..."

"Nowadays, these things are no longer important."

"Nowadays! ...If someone can stutter, then he is the real deal."

"However, speaking of Pu'er tea..."

“In fact, there are two types of Pu’er: raw Pu’er and cooked Pu’er.”

“Ripe Pu’er!... No matter how long it is stored, it still tastes the same.”

“As for raw Pu’er, it becomes more fragrant as it ages.”

"In the past, the raw Pu'er tea I have stored for decades would be a real good thing."

"In the past, experts even called the aroma of raw Pu'er tea produced by long-term storage 'Age Rhythm'!"

"This tea in my house!..."

"When I was young, I had a premonition that my family might fall into poverty, so I made preparations in advance."

Having said that, he sighed slightly dejectedly, then smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Fortunately, I still had some spirituality at that time!"

"otherwise..."

"Nowadays...not only do we have to go hungry, we can't even have a cup of tea."

"Old man, you are really far-sighted." Wang Ping said with a smile, "When I was young, I could foresee that my future might not be good."

"Hey!..." The old man blushed slightly and said embarrassedly: "Actually!...It's not a premonition, it's just...

When my father passed away, he left me a lot of property.

But! ...Although there are many industries, there is no real income.

I support my daily expenses by selling the property left by my father.

If time goes by and all the properties are sold out, life will be hard!"

Having said that, he raised his hand and pointed around, with a hint of pride in his tone.

"Young man, to be honest..."

"In the past!... All the houses in this alley belonged to us."

"After decades of selling...hi...all that's left is this small yard."

“This small courtyard was built when I was stockpiling Pu’er tea.”

......

The old man is very talkative!

Or maybe no one had talked to him for a long time, and it was rare to have someone like Wang Ping who could listen to his nagging.

So, once he starts talking, he never stops.

Talk about how handsome he was when he was young, how he spent money lavishly...

When he was young, he was a prostitute and a whore...

It tells how he fought wits and courage with the Japanese to protect the good stuff passed down by his ancestors...

Talk about him...

Not to mention, regardless of whether his words were true or not, or whether there was any exaggeration in them, Wang Ping listened to them with great interest.

One likes to speak, the other likes to listen.

Before I knew it, the whole pot of tea was finished and it was already noon.

Wang Ping stood up and said he would leave.

The old man was quite particular and insisted on cooking for Wang Ping himself and treating him to lunch.

Then can Wang Ping agree to it?

People have finally exchanged some food from Wang Ping. If Wang Ping eats another bite, what will happen?

When sending Wang Ping out, the old man hesitated for a moment and asked a little embarrassedly: "Young man, now we are acquainted, right?"

"Yes!" Wang Ping responded cheerfully, "Grandpa, after listening to you talk about so many things in the past today, I have learned a lot.

We have already known each other!

My name is Wang Ping. I work at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill and live at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang.

If you have any problems in the future, you can come to me directly."

Hearing Wang Ping's self-introduction, the old man immediately put on a serious face, clasped his hands together and said, "Comrade Wang, nice to meet you!

I am an old man, my surname is Na, and my nickname is "Er".

In the past, people called me 'Second Master'.

Now is a new society, we can no longer call people "Master".

You can call me 'Lao Na' from now on!"

"Okay!..." Wang Ping responded: "Old Na, please don't call me 'Comrade Wang' anymore.

That's too distant.

The neighbors in our yard all call me "Pingzi".

You can call me that, too."

"Hey! Hey! Hey!..." The second man responded several times, hesitated for a moment, and then said hesitantly: "Well, Pingzi, I...

I just want to ask...

You have food to sell on the black market, does that mean your family has surplus food?"