Rebirth 79, starting from making my ex-wife regret

"Brother Fang, why did you bring me here?"

A week had passed since Fang Lin went to the Lu family to get acquainted.

Yesterday, Saturday, Fang Lin called Machinery Factory No. 8 and said that he would take Lu Sirui to see some good stuff today.

Early in the morning.

Lu Sirui dressed up beautifully and even secretly put on a little lipstick.

The foreign affairs department receives foreign guests every day.

Foreign cosmetics, which are rarely seen by ordinary people, are not rare items for the girls in the Foreign Affairs Compound.

Unfortunately, Fang Lin didn't react at all and just kept riding his tricycle.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the three-wheeled vehicle stopped in front of an alley.

"Si Rui, do you like living in a courtyard like this?"

Fang Lin took Lu Sirui's hand and carefully led her out of the car.

"like."

Lu Sirui's family is from outside the city and has been living in the compound of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs since they came to Yanjing.

Lu Sirui had only heard of siheyuan houses but had never lived in one.

Fang Lin brought me here and asked me if I liked living in a courtyard house.

Obviously.

It’s about planning for the future.

Fang Lin said with a doting look: "How about I give you a task?"

"What mission?"

Lu Sirui blinked his beautiful big eyes, curious about what Fang Lin wanted him to do to help him.

"When we have our own home, how about you design how to decorate it?"

In an instant, Lu Sirui's face was flushed.

Fang Lin said gently: "I will be responsible for supporting the family, and you will be responsible for taking care of this family, okay?"

"Ah."

Lu Sirui lowered his head and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito.

These days, Fang Lin made a very thoughtful decision.

No matter when Lu Sirui can be married, the problem of the house must be solved immediately.

I look at Li Qiuyue and her family of three across the street every day.

No matter how good Fang Lin's mood is, it will turn bad.

Also.

Getting a courtyard house with its own entrance and yard will also allow Lu Guodong to see it as soon as possible.

Fang Lin can give Lu Sirui a good life.

Her quality of life will not be any worse than when she was a girl.

Changing houses will only gradually appear next year.

Fang Lin didn't have the patience to wait that long, so he decided to buy the house in a different way.

Buy direct.

Today in July, the relevant departments issued a notice regarding housing.

Part of the personal houses that were wrongly classified as landlords, rich peasants, counter-revolutionaries and bad elements were returned.

The private houses that had been confiscated began to be returned to their owners one after another.

Of course.

The return of the ownership of a house to the original owner does not mean that the owner can enjoy the entire house alone.

Take the Siheyuan as an example.

At least five people lived in a courtyard house.

The above-mentioned party is only responsible for returning the property rights to the original owner and is not responsible for helping to evict the owner.

The landlord needs to figure out how to get other tenants to move out.

Either give them money to leave, or help them find a house.

Anyway, there are a lot of troubles.

"Baked sweet potatoes. Delicious baked sweet potatoes."

Hearing the shouting, Lu Sirui turned his head suddenly to look.

"Brother Fang, roasted sweet potatoes, someone is selling roasted sweet potatoes."

Lu Sirui seemed to have seen something extraordinary and kept chattering along with Fang Lin.

Fang Lin said softly, "Do you want to eat?"

Lu Sirui nodded first, then said nervously: "This isn't considered speculation, right?"

Since Lu Sirui can remember.

I never saw vendors selling things on the street.

You can only go to state-owned stores to buy things. Anyone who dares to set up a stall on the street is considered a profiteer.

If you get caught, at the very least you'll have your money confiscated and you'll be fined, or at worst you'll have to go to jail.

Not far behind the two of them, there was an old man wearing a thick cotton jacket.

He carried a shoulder pole with a small coal stove in front and raw sweet potatoes in a basket at the back.

A few roasted sweet potatoes were placed on the coal stove.

It looks delicious.

"Not counting."

Fang Lin shook his head and said, "You stay here, I'll go buy it for you."

"I'll go with you."

If Fang Lin said it wasn't speculation, then it definitely wasn't.

"Grandpa, how much are the roasted sweet potatoes?"

Coming in front of the old man, Fang Lin lowered his head and looked at the sweet potatoes on the stove.

"Six cents each. If you buy two, give me ten cents."

"Haha, sir, you are quite good at doing business."

Fang Lin took out ten cents and asked the old man to help him pick two sweet potatoes.

"Got it."

The old man placed the carrying pole steadily on the ground.

He took out two pieces of pink toilet paper, wrapped a sweet potato in each and handed them over.

"So sweet."

Lu Sirui took a light bite, his eyes narrowed into crescent shapes in happiness.

"Girl, you are right. I roast sweet potatoes. It is a skill passed down from my ancestors. I started roasting sweet potatoes when the Japanese invaders were making trouble.

Do this.”

"If I hadn't been doing it for so many years, my cooking skills would have been a little rusty. I guarantee that once you take a bite, the aroma will go straight to your heart."

While introducing his craftsmanship, the old man did not forget to promote his sweet potatoes.

If Lu Sirui wants to eat, he can come over often.

Next time you come to buy, I’ll charge her five cents each.

"Uncle, you are going to keep selling!"

Lu Sirui kindly reminded the old man that if he sold it occasionally, maybe no one would care.

If you come here every day, you will definitely be noticed.

"Girls, when it comes to culture, you are all cultured people, but when it comes to this, you are still too naive."

The old man pointed to his eyes.

Judging from the way Lu Sirui and Fang Lin are dressed, with pens hanging in their shirt pockets, they must be cultured people.

Intellectuals are timid.

Not to mention selling roasted sweet potatoes, there are even private restaurants now.

"Private restaurant?!"

Lu Sirui was shocked and asked, "Isn't this illegal?"

"It was illegal before, but it's hard to say now."

The old man took out a large cannon barrel, and Fang Lin took out his lighter to help light it.

"From your accent, you must be from another place. No wonder you don't know what's going on recently."

"Just this year, many things that were not allowed before, as long as you don't do them too blatantly, people will turn a blind eye to them."

"Let's not talk about anything else. Just go to Ditan Park and take a look. Wow, it's almost the same as the temple fair."

"real or fake?"

Lu Sirui was surprised and asked, "Even temple fairs can be held now?"

"Open, of course not, but no one cares too much."

At first, the old man felt a little guilty.

I roast the sweet potatoes at home every day and sell them secretly.

Met a few joint defense team members.

Not only did they not stop him, but they directly bought it all for him.

I heard that there are too many people returning to the city.

In order to provide food for the unemployed, they turned a blind eye.

Lu Sirui nodded, not quite understanding.

Fang Lin smiled and said, "Uncle, you are busy, let's go somewhere else."

"Okay, come over when you're free."

Back at the entrance of the alley, Fang Lin started the three-wheeled scooter and called Lu Sirui to get in.

"Brother Fang, aren't we going to look at houses anymore?"

Lu Sirui asked as he sat in the sidecar.

"You can look at the house anytime. Let's go to Ditan Park for a stroll first."

Fang Lin bent down to help Lu Sirui press down the large quilt that was used to block the wind.

He stepped on the accelerator and headed straight for Ditan Park.

It would take several more years for the first individual business license to appear.

And before that, the private economy had already begun.

Underground restaurants and underground goods began to appear one after another in Yanjing.

In the next few years, this sentence will become the catchphrase of the nouveau riche.

The bold ones will be starved to death, and the timid ones will be starved to death.