Siheyuan: Returning to 61 to collect waste

Xia Zhongyuan agreed, understanding Ye Chuan's concerns about the risk of new equipment inflow: if they continue to appear on a large scale, they will be noticed sooner or later. "Xia, Dahai failed this time, we should take this as a warning, but we can still do what he did in the past! You can send people to the countryside to collect food.

The returns may not be huge, but it won't be a big problem to make a living. "Xia Zhongyuan nodded in agreement. This experience made him realize that high risk usually comes with high returns. Is it really worthwhile to risk his life to get a few hundred yuan in profit?

Ye Chuan replied: "The New Year is approaching, and it is estimated that the work will be suspended for about a week. The senior management understands that it should not be delayed for too long.

But there may be increased scrutiny in the short term, but I know how to deal with it.

Our position in the urban area is unique. In addition to home appliances, meat and grain are also in short supply.

We can find supply channels in the countryside to stabilize our operations.

In addition, there are some retail investors in the market who are selling at low prices, which also creates profit gaps.”

The group of people were chatting and laughing, and although there was a lack of food, they drank a lot of wine.

Except for Ye Chuan, everyone else was somewhat drunk. He was extremely strong, so these were not a challenge to him.

Even Xia Zhongyuan spoke vaguely, leaning against Ye Chuan's shoulder, praising his superb skills and saying it was a pity that he did not join the national ranks.

He also suggested using alcohol to compete with him.

Ye Chuan smiled helplessly, feeling the loss as if he was the only one who was aware of it.

Fatty Qi's eyes flickered. He pushed Fatty Han aside and sat aside, then began to talk nonstop:

"Brother Ye, you know that you have taken over Mr. Tian's house, right? Have you forgotten the friendship between us brothers?"

Facing Ye Chuan's bitter smile, Ye Chuan retorted: "Lao Qi, you are drunk and confused, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Fatty Qi seemed not to hear and continued, "Brother Ye, you're moving too fast.

If we were a few days slower, another house would have been sold!"

Ye Chuan, who was originally a little impatient, was surprised when he heard this: There is another set?

What Fatty Qi said does make sense. He had just acquired a property and moved in recently.

So I asked, "Who is going to take action? Where is it?"

But he responded with an angry look: "Do you think I don't regard you as a brother? I won't tell you!"

Ye Chuan smiled helplessly. This guy was indeed drunk and even his consciousness was a little fuzzy.

After taking a certain dose, people will fall into a state of self-indulgence.

Ye Chuan knew that further questioning might be futile, so he changed his strategy.

He smiled and said, "Lao Qi, you didn't listen to my advice, but now you come to brag.

Don’t think that you can just buy a house like cabbage on the street.”

Fatty Qi stared at Ye Chuan and asked, "Why don't you believe it?"

"I don't believe you know so many people who sell houses, Lao Qi." Ye Chuan responded.

Hearing this, Fatty Qi stood up shakily, his tongue trembling as he said, "What? You don't believe it? That guy is a prodigal. His parents just passed away, so he hurriedly sold the old house on that street."

Qi Mazi mistakenly thought he was mocking him and became anxious: "Brother Ye, if you don't believe me, I went to take a look today.

Although the house is small, it is very tidy and has everything you need. You can move in and live right away. It is a hundred times better than Old Man Tian’s house!"

Ye Chuan's mind moved: the property itself is quite large, but the furniture inside is lacking.

Since it is said to be complete, does it mean that everything is available and we can move in directly with our luggage?

On the way, Ye Chuan thought about this question again and again, but he was not sure whether the prodigal son was willing to sell the furniture separately.

During this special period, he did not want to take the risk of buying the entire house. If he waited until a dozen years later, this matter would seem insignificant.

The next day at work, Ye Chuan was still thinking about this matter, so he looked at Fatty Han, who was exhausted and had red and swollen eyes. "Fatty, come with me to Qi Mazi to do some work."

Fatty Han yawned and said in disbelief, "Brother Ye, why are you so good when we're drinking together? I'm almost exhausted."

Ye Chuan smiled and said nothing more. He knew that these cowards would behave ugly when drunk. In comparison, he had only drunk a little and was not that drunk.

At around ten o'clock, when the two arrived at Qi Mazi's house, the door was closed and they could only hear bursts of snoring from inside.

Ye Chuan lit a cigarette and waited outside, while Fatty Han knocked on the door with his big, powerful hands.

More than ten minutes later, Qi Mazi opened the door to greet them, complaining repeatedly. When he saw that it was Ye Chuan and his friends, his expression eased a little. "Brother Ye, Da Zhuang, why are you here so early? It's not the weekend."

After stubbing out his cigarette, Ye Chuan asked with a smile, "Ma Zi, let's go and take a look at the 'San' family!"

Qi Mazi didn't understand what the name meant for a moment. "What do you mean by prodigal son?" he asked.

Ye Chuan replied, "It's the prodigal son who sold the property yesterday!" Then he asked, "Ma Zi, how did you know? Da Zhuang, did you tell him to you? No, I didn't tell you!"

Seeing his puzzled look, Ye Chuan couldn't help but get angry, "Hurry up and change your clothes, I'll treat you to a good meal at noon!" When Qi Mazi heard that there was meat to eat, he immediately greeted him with a smile and hurried into the house.

As Fatty Han stepped into Qi Mazi's house, a strong smell of alcohol went straight into Ye Chuan's nose. The whole house was in a mess, obviously the look left after last night's party.

Soon, Qi Mazi was dressed neatly, and his thick cotton coat made him look like a moving hill.

The house was not far away, and after turning a few corners, the three of them arrived in front of a closed house. "Brother Ye, that guy is not at home." Qi Mazi turned around and said.

Walking up to take a closer look, he saw a big lock hanging on the door, and it was obvious that no one lived there. "Do you know where he went?" Ye Chuan asked.

Qi Mazi shook his head and said, "I don't know, but he will definitely be back at noon." Ye Chuan curiously asked why. "That kid has nothing but his pockets, and he always has a bowl of hot porridge to eat when he goes home, otherwise why would he be in such a hurry to sell the house?" He explained as if he had it all planned out.

It was nearly eleven o'clock, the sun was shining and warming the streets. Ye Chuan didn't feel cold, so he waited quietly outside the door for his master to come home.

Compared with Old Man Hetian's house, this house is much smaller. An isolated courtyard occupies only 300 square meters, and the nearly three-meter-high wall prevents him from observing the situation inside. "Could it be that I said this to you because I was drunk last night?" Only then did Qi Mazi react.

Ye Chuan smiled and joked, "You only drank a little? You can even forget what you said? You can't drink much." Fatty Han next to him teased, "Brother Ye, don't look at that strong guy. After a glass of Erguotou, I guarantee he won't remember anything the next day."

"Nonsense, I might as well weigh half a pound!" Qi Mazi retorted, sticking out his neck.

Fat Han sneered, "Half a catty? Who was that last winter? The one who drank half a catty while hugging a pole, got drunk and slept for two hours. If I hadn't discovered it in time, you might have been frozen solid by now!"

Ye Chuan couldn't help laughing when he heard that, while the black-faced man Qi Mazi blushed and said unyieldingly: "Then how could you forget that you were drunk and fell into the river? If I hadn't fished you out in time, you would have been fed to the fish!"

The two men exposed each other's shortcomings and started bickering, and Ye Chuan listened with interest on the side.

Although the two sides were rude to each other, their deep friendship was obviously evident. Especially when he thought about the fact that Fatty Han was ready to fight with the other party in order to help him, he felt deeply gratified.

Just as they were arguing, a weak voice came: "Brother, Zhuang, should I go home first? Can you guys wait a while before arguing?"

The quarrel was immediately quelled. A young man wearing green cotton trousers, a sheepskin cotton jacket, and a dog-skin hat, with a mustache and small but bright eyes, obviously with a thoughtful look, attracted Ye Chuan's attention. "Yang Lin, where have you been?" Qi Mazi asked.

Yang Lin sniffed, smiled and replied, "I wandered around Houhai for a while, but it wasn't interesting, so I came back.

You are…"

He was slightly puzzled by the strange situation of the three people, and asked in confusion: two of them were arguing loudly here, and the other one was standing on the side as if watching a show. "This is Brother Ye." Qi Mazi pointed at Ye Chuan and introduced him to him.

Since even Ma Ge could respectfully address him as 'brother', he certainly didn't dare to neglect him, and nodded and bowed, saying, "Hello, Brother Ye."

Ye Chuan responded simply and got straight to the point: "I heard that you are planning to sell this house? I came to take a look."

Yang Lin was stunned at first, then asked excitedly: "Brother Ye, are you... interested in buying my house? Is the asking price thirty-seven dollars?"

"Let's take a look first!" Ye Chuan did not give a clear answer.

Yang Lin happily took off his gloves, untied a rope from his neck, and dangled a bunch of keys from it.

This made Ye Chuan feel interesting: even at such an age, he still had the habit of carrying keys with him.

Yang Lin explained with a smile: "Oh, I was afraid of losing it." Then he used the key to open the big lock in the yard.

As you enter the courtyard, the first thing that catches your eye is the blue brick screen wall, on which is engraved the Chinese character "Fu", which is simple yet ingenious.

Fatty Han and Qi Mazi stood on both sides, leaving a passage for Ye Chuan, and Ye Chuan stepped in without hesitation.

Yang Lin, who witnessed all this, was shocked: he knew that Fatty Han and Qi Mazi were well-known figures in the local area, who were both powerful and loyal, and had good relations with Xia Zhongyuan and Liu Jun in the city.

For them to respect and follow a young man so much, this person must be extraordinary.

Yang Lin was somewhat curious but did not dare to ask directly, so he silently followed the two people into the courtyard.

Passing through the screen wall, the courtyard appeared before Ye Chuan's eyes.

Although the area is not large, it can be seen that the owner has taken great care of it.

There are three main rooms and two west wing rooms in the courtyard. On the east side is an ancient well and a grape trellis that is now yellowed. It is obvious that winter has come and the grape branches have withered.

From the screen wall to the main room, a path paved with half-meter-wide bluestone slabs has witnessed the wear and tear of time, and a crisp echo can be heard with every step.