Siheyuan: Returning to 61 to collect waste

He doesn't mind the use of wood. After all, it is used to make furniture and it doesn't matter who uses it.

That night, Cao Xishun came to Ye Yongshun's house as agreed to measure the dimensions, and the two discussed professional content for a long time.

At the dinner, Ye Yongshun entertained warmly and prepared a variety of dishes, meats and a bottle of Xifeng wine.

Cao Xishun knew that Ye Yongshun didn't have a high income, so he didn't expect such a feast. However, the sumptuousness of the table was beyond his belief. "Old Ye, you are too polite. We are just buying furniture for Xiaochuan. There is no need to be so extravagant." He was worried that his friend would save face and that the meal would be too sumptuous, which would lead to him having to eat only bitter tea and plain food next week. "Brother Cao, we should keep it simple and rough. Let's have a toast later!" Ye Yongshun smiled generously, trying to make him put his worries aside.

When Ye Yongshun mentioned "ordinary dishes", Cao Xishun couldn't imagine how ordinary meals could be so rich? Even during the Chinese New Year, ordinary families couldn't reach such a level.

The two of them enjoyed the meal very much, which made Cao Xishun, a worker, even more motivated at work.

After resolving the matter on his mind, Ye Chuan suddenly had some free time.

He urged the salesmen to buy enough waste every day. As the weather gradually turned colder, he specially bought more than 20 thick army green cotton coats to distribute to them, fearing that they would suffer outside because of the cold.

Other people in the store were a little jealous. After all, these clothes were very valuable. They even wanted to go out and buy the waste products themselves.

The days passed one by one and we entered the second half of October.

In his spare time, Cao Xishun finished cutting the wooden furniture in the house and was ready to start installing it, while Ye Yongshun found a construction team to dismantle the kangs in the two rooms. The heating equipment was also ready and would be installed after the walls were painted.

The house was in a mess and obviously not suitable for living, so Ye Yongshun and Liu Yue built a simple bed in the house, while Ye Chuan temporarily lived in the unit dormitory.

Fortunately, thanks to genetically modified drugs, there is no stove in the lounge of the business outlet, and most people would have been frozen to death.

In a whole month, he accumulated more than a hundred radios and electric fans. The electrical appliances there had long been sold out and were just waiting for him to supply them.

After eight o'clock, the fat Han Ge, the pimple-faced Qi Mazi, Liu Jun and Liu Song each rode a tricycle loaded with goods to the market.

As the temperature gradually drops, the number of people visiting the market has decreased, but all kinds of goods are still selling well.

As the number of people decreases, the remaining ones are those who really have needs, and they go straight to the point and buy directly.

This market is well-known in Beijing for its affordable prices. The number of visitors and stalls far exceeds that of the other three places, attracting many people just for the tax-free home appliances here.

Seeing all the brand new home appliances displayed on the tricycle, Xia Zhongyuan was delighted and respected Ye Chuan even more.

Before Ye Chuan was around, he had tried many ways but failed to get electrical appliances. Not to mention new products, even second-hand ones were sporadic.

However, Ye Chuan was unusual. He could get dozens of electrical appliances from time to time, but this time he got hundreds of them at once, which was enough for the entire market to digest for a while.

Ye Chuan inspected the stalls and then sat in the temporary shed they had built.

The shed was surrounded by plastic sheets on all sides, and there was a stove inside. Although it was not very warm, everyone gathered around the stove to boil a pot of high-grade tea, and the atmosphere was lively while they drank tea and chatted.

Ye Chuan felt that this relaxed and comfortable atmosphere was really good. No wonder Xia Zhongyuan would rather live in the underworld than work in a factory after retiring. He could enjoy the freedom and make a lot of money at the same time.

He listened quietly, taking only a sip of the slightly bitter tea, and listened to others share.

At this time, the conversation between Fatty Han and Mazi Qi caught his attention. "I heard that Mr. Tian is planning to sell his house and return to the countryside?" Xia Zhongyuan seemed curious about this question. In this era, people are desperately trying to move into the city, so who would think of returning to the countryside?

"Old Man Tian's ancestors were once very wealthy, and they lived a comfortable life in their early years, but now food and clothing are tight. Even if he has money, he can't guarantee that he can buy food every time. Mrs. Tian died of hunger last winter!" Qi Mazi told the truth. "I know this, too.

Old man Tian has always had a bad temper and is difficult to get along with. He is unable to take care of himself and no one is willing to exchange with him.

But his family is wealthy. It is said that his family used to bury a lot of wealth in the fields. Even if they occasionally go to the market to buy coarse grains, they will not starve to death!" Xia Zhongyuan said doubtfully. "It was all because of his prodigal son Tian Li. This guy is a gambler. I made a bet with him once, and he lost two large Yuan Datou coins to me." Fatty Han said in a rough voice.

Ye Chuan pricked up his ears and listened. He was not very interested in the affairs of the Tian family. His only concern was the house that they were planning to sell.

Several people were still talking animatedly. The pockmarked man talked nonstop, and the others listened attentively. "At the end of last year, Old Man Tian wanted to use the money he had saved to exchange for food for the New Year, but he didn't expect to dig a two-meter-deep pit under the big tree in the yard, and he didn't find the jar where he hid the money.

Finally I realized that I had let Tian Li take it and lost everything.

Auntie Tian had been starving for several days because of a lack of food, and when she heard this, she became so anxious that she died on the spot!" Fatty Han continued.

Then, Ye Chuan asked curiously, "What does this have to do with Old Man Tian returning to his hometown? Can you really fill your stomach there?"

Seeing that it was Ye Chuan who asked the question, Ma Zi explained, "Old Man Tian once said that although life in the countryside is a bit hard, it won't make people starve to death.

So Mr. Tian thought about selling the house and returning to his hometown."

I sighed in my heart, thinking that Old Man Tian must have suffered a lot from poverty in the past three years and was afraid of repeating the same mistake and not having enough time to finish it properly.

He asked, "Has Mr. Tian's house been sold?"

The other party replied, "How can it be sold so easily? Although it is not big, it is not small either. How many people can afford a small courtyard with two courtyards in today's world? How can they pay such a high price for a house when they can't even afford to eat?"

After hearing what Ma Zi said, Ye Chuan was secretly delighted. As a person who had traveled through time, his love for the Siheyuan was beyond words.

Especially if you can buy a courtyard house near Luoguxiang at a low price, even if your children and grandchildren are naughty, they will have enough food and clothing.

There is another difficult problem facing Ye Chuan: What if there is a decade of turmoil?

Having such a courtyard house in hand means having the status of a wealthy class, which will inevitably attract the covetousness and targeting of others, and at that time the system may not be able to protect itself.

Should I buy a house or not? Ye Chuan felt a little conflicted.

However, thinking that the possible risks brought by the house might outweigh the problems that might be faced in ten years, he made a decision: "Ma Zi, I will come to you tomorrow afternoon and take you to visit Old Man Tian's house."

"Brother Ye, what... do you want to do?" Ma Zi was obviously a little confused.

Ye Chuan nodded and said, "That's the plan, let's see!"

The group chatted for a while, and he glanced at the clock and saw that it was past eleven, so he planned to leave. "Fatty, let's go, don't worry about me." Seeing this, Fatty Han hurriedly stood up and tried to stop him.

Ye Chuan smiled bitterly and persuaded in an almost pleading voice: "Fatty, go home and have a good sleep!" Since becoming a deputy section chief, he added an extra bed to the lounge to ensure that Fatty had a corner to rest alone during lunch.

The recent renovation work at his home required him to move to the business office, so Fatty Han naturally wanted to stay and keep him company.

At first he thought he was glad to have someone to chat with, but he could not sleep well that night.

After drinking the genetically modified drug, the cold and heat no longer affected him, but he was tortured by the fat man's loud snoring all night long.

Fatty Han laughed and said, "My sister asked me to spend more time with you, saying that I can learn a lot from you."

Looking at the fat man with a simple face, Ye Chuan felt helpless and could only agree reluctantly.

Fatty Han followed him happily, walking, chatting, and paying attention to the roadside stalls.

The moment he walked out of the street, Ye Chuan's eyes suddenly fell on a jewelry store, which was a stall selling rings.

He shone a flashlight around the stall and began to inspect it.

Sitting on the ground was a thin old man wearing a Zhongshan suit, a pair of black-framed glasses on his nose and a head of white hair.

In front of him was a black briefcase with a shining gold ring on top of it.

Ye Chuan walked over, bent down to pick up the ring, weighed it gently, and then tested it by scratching it with his fingernails, confirming that it was indeed gold.

The old man had been standing at the stall for three hours, his feet were already numb from the cold, but no one stopped in front of him.

Just as he was about to finish work and go home, a customer finally came and took the ring to examine it. "Sir, do you want to buy this ring? It's made of pure gold!" the old man asked.

Ye Chuan asked, "How much?" He had just estimated that the ring weighed at least 5 grams. Based on the current market price of gold of yuan per gram, it should be worth at least more than yuan. How could the old man be willing to sell it for yuan?

Before he could open his mouth to question, Fatty Han behind him said, "Old man, if this is real gold, it's just a piece of decoration. You want to sell it for five dollars, which is too little!"

Hearing this, the old man became very nervous and hesitated, "How about...reducing it to four dollars?"

Ye Chuan looked at the gold ring and the sad-looking old man in front of him, and his mind suddenly became clear.

Although the current gold price is marked at 7 yuan per gram, in China, the channels for selling gold are extremely scarce, so this ring may not be easy to sell.

If someone really took a pound of pork and shouted on the street that he would exchange it for gold, even someone who had hidden gold would be tempted.

Ye Chuan said, "It doesn't have to be that much. I'll just spend five dollars." To him, it was just a negligible amount of money. It was obvious that the old man must have fallen into trouble and came out to sell the gold product. He could just think of it as a good deed he was doing.

The old man happily took the five dollars, looked around, came close to Ye Chuan and lowered his voice and said: "I have other gold bars here, do you want to see them?" He showed some expectations towards Ye Chuan.

Ye Chuan was of course interested: "Oh? Show it to me!"

The old man pulled out two small gold nuggets from deep in his pocket and handed them over.