The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

  Chapter 20 sold the house short

   "I once sold ornamental green plants, which have the highest score among all things." While waiting for the pimple soup, the two kept communicating.

   "Green plants? What kind?" Yan Yu asked.

   "I really don't know, I've never raised these flowers and plants before." The woman shook her head, expressing her ignorance.

   "I still have a bunch of bamboo slips and handwritten books on the shelf, and I don't know what they are for." Yan Yu said: "It's still very expensive, 500 for bamboo slips, 2,000 for handwritten books."

"That's really not cheap, but if you can buy things on the platform, it's better to buy them back and have a look. You probably haven't discovered that text-related things can't be traded between our worlds. The last time someone thought For a soaked book in my hand, I can't trade it." The woman said.

  Yan Yu: "Is that so? Then let's see if we can trade mine."

  She finds the simple map she first drew for her dad.

  Just a piece of cloth with some lines and few words on it.

  The result is the same.

   Cannot be traded.

  At this moment, Yan Laoer came back with a bowl of hot pimple soup.

  The house is full of fragrance.

  The tempting poached eggs are mixed in the gnocchi, as if beckoning to people: come and eat.

  Li Xuemei found a small jar for pickles, two bamboo tubes for water, and a clean cloth bag.

   Transaction confirmation.

  A very miraculous scene appeared.

  Clarifying and clear corn oil appeared in the small jar. When it was full, it automatically found the bamboo tube, and evenly poured the two bamboo tubes to 80-90% full.

  The sweet and greasy fragrance of milk powder spread out slightly, lying quietly in the cloth bag.

  The carbon cylinder is less than one foot high, and the matching small pot on it is not too big.

  Li Xuemei seems to like it quite a bit.

  It’s so convenient to boil water and cook something.

  Yan Laoer weighed the milk powder bag carefully, giggling.

  Our family leader and daughter have to make up for it, the milk powder is really good, really good.

   Change the value!

  Yan Yu was forced to cut the screen.

  The elder sister on the opposite side hugged the quilt full of the smell of the sun, humming happily.

   Immediately after the snoring and cooking, I couldn't even wait for a moment.

  The poached egg, with a bite of yellow, is still sweet...

   No way, too greedy!

  Yan Yu accepted her fate and continued to study the official platform.

  Based on the words of her predecessors, she believed that bamboo slips and manuscripts must be useful things.

   When she gets rich in the future, she must buy one.

   Then she began to scan the house, looking for anything that could be sold.

   "Mother, have you cleaned up the house these two days, is there anything useless? Let's try to sell it."

  Li Xuemei got excited when she said this.

   "I'll bring it for you, you try the brown rice and coarse salt first."

  Yan Er also urged: "Try it quickly, it's okay to sell less, your uncle won't find out."

  Brown rice and coarse salt were put into the grid, and the balance immediately changed.

  After that, her mother handed over two large bags of old clothes, rags, scissors, sewing kits, pillows, door curtains, mats, mosquito nets... In the end, even the cabinets were handed over, and her father and her two carried them over lightly.

  Yan Yu: …

   "Mom, what are you doing here? No more?"

  Li Xuemei put down the cabinet, exhaled twice, then picked up the oil lamp on the table and handed it over.

   "And this, I'll sell everything I can."

  While Yan Yu was busy communicating with others, the couple was also pondering.

   Seeing that Lao Yan didn't intend to separate them out, they had to go on the road together.

   With an artificial intelligence cow, not the whole family can be moved, and there must be a choice.

   What's there with Old Yan? Yan Lao Er has been around these days, so he knows that it's not bad.

   He also helped pack the luggage in the nephew's academy, and Li Xuemei wanted to search the whole house a few days ago.

  The two are a pair with each other, and I know it in my heart.

   Naturally, the road cannot be like home.

  Yan Yu didn't expect that after all they had eaten so many years of rice, it was still a bit of a deal.

   Let’s just talk about living here, where men and women must get together, and the weather is so hot that the quilt can’t cover it.

  Yan's second son went to squeeze with the eldest brother, and Li Xuemei took Erya to squeeze with the eldest brother.

   Mats, quilts, and mosquito nets are all available at home, so you don’t need them.

   There is also the sewing kit. Today Li Xuemei and Da Ya are so ashamed to sew together. She is an adult, and her sewing work is horribly compared to that of a little girl.

   It is unavoidable to reveal the truth, it must be sold.

   And that pillow, is that a pillow?

   Bricks are more or less the same.

  Yan Yu was convinced.

   A slap on the forehead.

yes! They are all leaving, and they can't take all these things with them.

   Throwing away is also wasteful.

  It is a selling point.

  When the balance exceeded three digits, the family of three was very excited.

  Don’t say it, buying, buying, and buying are addictive, and selling and selling are no less difficult.

Keep going!

  If the platform is as the woman said, nothing will be accepted.

   Among them, the most expensive ones are cabinets and tables.

   Yes, they also sell the table.

   "The bed is also sold, let's make the floor." Yan's second son sold it.

   "It's fine on this day." Li Xuemei was so busy that she was sweating, they stopped moving the bed, and motioned for her daughter to come over and take care of it by herself.

  Yan Yu quickly went over, stretched out her hand, and the last big item at home was also sold.

  As soon as the bed is sold, it surpasses everything and ranks at the top of the price list.

   "How many are there?" Yan's second child's eyes flashed, waiting for the daughter to report the number.

   "Oh!" Yan Yu said angrily, "Forgot about the free market!"

   There is another unlucky guy, no, there is another person who is not connected!

  I saw the free market flickering, flickering in a hurry, I don't know how long it has been flickering.

  The screen flashed, and a teenager with resentment written on his face appeared opposite him.

   "Why-why-now-now-only-even-I-"

  Every word is the boy's affectionate accusation.

   "Forget, forget, I'm just busy selling things." Yan Yu was very embarrassed, and looked at the time, good guy, it's only less than five minutes.

"Well, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long." Yan Yu changed the subject decisively: "I'm wearing ancient books, a severe drought, poor family, food and clothing in the platform mall, and want to change toilet paper, you Have it?"

  The boy angrily pulled out a large package of unopened roll paper from behind.

  It’s exactly the kind of rolls sold in supermarkets that are so stiff that you can stand on your own—toilet paper.

  Yan Yu was immediately attracted.

  The little face turned into a flower with a smile, and said sweetly: "Little brother, what do you want to change?"

   "Soil!"

  Yan Yu:? ? ?

   "Little brother, what did you say? I didn't hear clearly."

   "I said soil, the soil with two horizontal lines and one vertical line, the soil of soil, the soil of farming." The little brother replied unhappily.

"Oh, I got it."

  Although the little brother on the opposite side didn’t say anything, she probably guessed that it’s another world like pollution. Is the soil even polluted?

   "Then I'll ask Dad to dig some, but there's not enough time, so I can only dig a little, hehe." Yan Yu smiled awkwardly, and for some reason, she felt a little sorry for him.

   They are all friends who are struggling to survive, which is not easy.

   This time, it’s really a house of nothing!

   All sold out!

   If you want to know how much each one sold, just leave a message. If you don’t want to know, I will give the number in general, to save trouble, hehe! ~! Being lazy, I am also professional and democratic o(*￣︶￣*)o

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  (end of this chapter)