Siheyuan: Since 51

Soon, all the unimportant people left, but the two families of King Qin stayed.

Lin Zhiyuan stepped forward and comforted him in a gentle voice.

"Xiaoyu, don't think about it. It's not your fault. I'm here. Even if someone says anything, it's me."

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I'll go wash the pot later. I guarantee there won't be any smell left, and it definitely won't affect subsequent use."

Lin Manyu's mood improved a lot and she pouted.

"Is there any difference between us? If it gets out, it will be equally embarrassing."

"I am the one who is embarrassed. You are a grown-up girl. You definitely can't do that."

Lin Zhiyuan chuckled and pointed at the sack.

"There's fruit in it, everyone try it."

Qin Huairu frowned slightly, "Brother Zhiyuan, are you sure you can eat it?"

Lin Zhiyuan looked around and saw that everyone looked doubtful, so he immediately smiled and made the assurance.

"Of course you can. If you don't believe me, just try it."

Wu Xia nodded and agreed, "They are edible and quite delicious. Come on, let's finish them off."

As he spoke, he glanced at the door of the living room and saw Xiao Shufan and the three little guys sticking their heads out, standing in a row from top to bottom and waving at him again.

"Xiao Shufan, Xiao Chaoyun, Xiao Xingkang, come here quickly, there are fruits."

The three little guys looked surprised and walked over timidly.

"Grandma, are you sure you can eat it?"

"Auntie, it stinks, how can I eat it?"

"Aunt, you can't lie to children."

There were five durians in total, and since there were so many people, each person couldn't get much.

Everyone tried it and basically accepted it.

Chu Xiaoying took a bite and narrowed her eyes slightly, "It's really delicious."

Xiao Shufan also nodded vigorously, "It's delicious."

……

Only Xiao Xingkang took a bite and spat it out, making a few "Puh" sounds.

Then, with a look of surprise on his face, he looked at everyone else with his eyes wide open.

in the afternoon.

Lin Zhiyuan rode his bicycle straight to the trust store.

Humming a little tune, he muttered to himself, "Who told me that Uncle Chen and I are the closest? Folding fans and cigarette holders will definitely be everywhere. Uncle Chen must have a new toy..."

We came to the trust store under the scorching sun.

Most of the things inside are consigned by others, which means they are basically second-hand.

Of course, there were also some good things, so Lin Zhiyuan just took a look and started wandering around aimlessly.

Pocket watches, rings, bracelets...

After looking at a lot of small items, Lin Zhiyuan always felt that something was missing.

After walking around a bit, I came to the corner counter and my eyes suddenly lit up.

What a great thing! How could I have forgotten about this?

He immediately reached out his hand and tapped the glass surface, "Comrade, can you let me see this lighter?"

A middle-aged man walked over slowly and complimented him with a smile.

"Good taste, this is made in the United States, Zhibao brand."

As he said that, he took it out from the counter.

Lin Zhiyuan curled his lips, pretending to be disgusted, "What? Foreign goods!"

The middle-aged man took a piece of cotton cloth and placed the lighter on it.

"Comrade, I was just praising you for your knowledge. This kerosene lighter is not as good as ours made in China."

Lin Zhiyuan gestured, "Then bring me a domestic product."

The middle-aged man was startled and took another piece from the counter.

Lin Zhiyuan didn't try either, and asked, "Can I open the shell and take a look?"

The middle-aged man was a little impatient, "Are you going to buy it or not?"

"Buy it. If I like it, I will definitely buy it."

After a while, the casings of the two lighters were removed.

Lin Zhiyuan looked down and saw the difference carefully. He asked immediately, "There is no difference at all. Besides, I think the domestic products are more refined in workmanship."

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said unhappily: "What do you know? There is no mass production in China. They are all handmade. This is a masterpiece."

Then he pointed, "The cam, spring sheet, cotton pad... the quality of domestic products is not as good as Zhibao, and the shell..."

After listening patiently, Lin Zhiyuan asked casually, "What's the price?"

"Zhibao is 20 yuan, and domestic products are 15 yuan."

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but widen his eyes, "Robbery?"

The middle-aged man knocked on the glass counter and pointed at the door.

"Don't talk nonsense. This is the price. If you want it, take it. If you don't want it, go away."

The price was really unexpected, and Lin Zhiyuan glanced at the silver pot next to him.

"What about this broken pot?"

"What is a broken pot? Can it talk? It's made of pure silver, weighs one pound and six ounces, and costs 45 yuan."

"Why is it so expensive?"

"One ounce of silver costs more than two pieces, and the materials cost less than forty yuan. Is this price still expensive?"

Lin Zhiyuan pretended to be embarrassed and hesitated for a long time.

"I want both the treasure and the silver pot if you give me a discount."

The middle-aged man pointed at the glass surface with his finger and spoke after a few seconds, "62."

"Pretend it up!"

For nearly half a month, Lin Zhiyuan returned to the small courtyard and started burning silver, hammering and hammering. His skills were not very good, but he pretended to be very real.

In fact, things have already been made in space.

Six cigarette holders, six folding fans, and a lighter.

As for the words engraved on the cigarette holder or fan, there are idioms like "wise and brave", "both civil and military"... all of them are like water.

The only thing is the lighter. In order to prevent the brigade commander from losing sight of it, one side has a relief of the brigade commander's portrait and the other side has his name engraved on it.

July 7, sunny, Saturday.

After get off work, Lin Zhiyuan took a cloth bag, put his folding fan and cigarette holder in it, put a lighter in his pocket, and went out directly.

At the entrance of the alley, I ran into Wu Xia who had just returned home.

"Zhiyuan, where are you going?"

"I'm going to Uncle Chen's house."

As he spoke, Lin Zhiyuan propped up his bicycle, walked over, acted mysterious, and lowered his voice.

"Second Aunt, let me tell you a secret. Uncle Chen was also robbed sometimes..."

After Lin Zhiyuan finished speaking, Wu Xia was surprised. After a long while, she asked softly.

"Are you sure that Kenong robbed the brigade commander, and then Kenong was robbed by someone else?"

Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, "Of course, I heard it with my own ears, how could it be false?"

"So, you've been busy for ten days just for this?"

After Wu Xia asked, she pursed her lips, and then couldn't help but chuckled and said, "As long as you are happy, go!"

"Okay, I'll go and get his cigarette. We can't miss this opportunity."

Looking at Lin Zhiyuan's smug look, Wu Xia opened her mouth and finally uttered only two words, "Go."

Brigade commander's home.

The brigade commander and Kenong sat in the yard, looking towards the gate from time to time.

The organization took the two's health into consideration and only required them to work half a day every Saturday when they were in Beijing.

The brigade commander took a sip of tea and said confidently, "He's my nephew, how could I not understand him? Don't worry, I'll be there today."

Kenong picked up the teacup and took a sip. "How many servings do you think this kid can prepare?"

"Who knows?"

The brigade commander clicked his tongue and said, "Five or six should be no problem. I sent someone to inquire about it. He went to the trust store and bought a silver kettle weighing 1.6 jin. He has been busy at home for ten days."

Lin Zhiyuan rode his bike, whistling, and slowly turned into Lingjing Hutong.

I arrived at the brigade commander's door, jumped off my bicycle, and went forward and knocked.

"Aunt, it's me, Zhiyuan."

In the courtyard.

The brigade commander glanced sideways, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and reminded softly, "Come on, come on, start, don't let anything slip."

Kenong returned the look, "Don't worry!"