Chapter 988 Your uncle is still your uncle
It’s five o’clock the next morning.
Woke up on time by his biological clock, Xu Liang glanced at his wife and children who were still sleeping in bed, got out of bed quietly, changed his clothes and went downstairs.
In winter, the days are short and the nights are long, and there is just a little light at this time.
My parents are still resting and the house is quiet.
The space in his hometown was limited, and there was a lot of activity in his boxing practice, so he gave up.
After simply standing there for a while, he went out quietly without disturbing anyone else.
There were two large RVs parked outside the courtyard. There was not enough space in the Xu family, so the bodyguards who came with them had to live in the RV temporarily.
“Boss.”
The bodyguard on duty quickly stepped forward to greet him.
"I'll just walk around. You guys stand back 20 meters and follow me."
"Yes."
Wear the mask you prepared in advance, put the hood of your down jacket on your head, and tie it along the Walk forward along the alley.
The two bodyguards at the back followed each other twenty meters apart.
The current village is no longer what he remembered.
At the entrance of the village, the elementary school where he had stayed for five years had been transformed into a two-row, five-story residential area.
One-fifth of the residents between Front Street and Middle Street moved here.
Their original houses were all demolished.
A "Xu Family Ancestral Residence" with a length of about 270 meters from front to back and a span of about 50 meters from left to right, with five entrances to the front and two spans to the left and a construction area of 14,500 square meters, is rising from the ground.
In more than half a year, the exterior wall of the entire house has been erected, although it is still early to be completed.
But you can already roughly see the outline of the entire house.
Now it was built with money from him, a descendant of the Xu family.
A square paved with bluestone covering an area of more than 1,000 square meters remains in front of the ancestral house.
In the center of the square, facing the vermilion gate, stands a ten-meter-high bluestone archway with four pillars, three doors and three eaves.
On the plaque in the middle of the archway are written four characters in vermilion regular script - Xu's ancestral home.
The plaque on the right reads 'Generation Hairpin'.
The stone plaque on the left says 'Longevity and Longevity'.
“It looks quite like the same thing.”
Standing at the end of the village, I took a brief look and walked towards the inside.
The overall layout of the village is square, with three main roads running through the village from front to back, and dividing the thousands of households in the village into three parts: front street, middle street and back street.
There are exactly three main roads from left to right, but there are no east, middle and west blocks.
His hometown is on the upper left corner of Front Street.
Thanks to his donation, all the once sandy roads in the village have been turned into hardened roads.
Sewers have also been built on the roadside.
Some old houses in the village that were in disrepair and no one wanted were all demolished and turned into small squares for rest.
Walk to the brigade headquarters on Zhongjie.
“Huh?”
The place where he went down to the bay to fish and catch toads as a child has been completely filled in.
Coming from all directions, bustling vendors are spreading their stalls on the hardened ground.
“Is today a collection?”
Xu Liang, who had not been to the market for a long time, walked over with interest.
The market in the village is not big, but it has a dazzling array of things and everything you need.
“New Year Cake.”
Xu Liang’s eyes lit up and he walked over quickly.
When he was a child, he was greedy and would cut some when he had some money.
"Want to eat rice cake? I just made it today and it's still hot?"
The middle-aged woman in a black coat saw him coming and hurriedly greeted him.
There are two types of rice cakes they sell here.
One is millet and red dates, and the other is rice and red dates.
“How to sell it?”
"Millet costs three yuan per catty, rice costs two and a half yuan."
It is twice as expensive as what he ate when he was a child.
"Two catties for millet and three catties for rice."
"Good."
The woman cut it for him quickly.
The piping hot rice cakes are packed directly in plastic bags.
Looking back, this is definitely not hygienic.
Cheap plastics emit a lot of toxic substances when heated.
But for ordinary rural people, as long as it tastes good, the rest doesn’t matter.
I originally planned to bring some to Jiang Xiaoyang, but seeing the situation, forget it.
When she was in the capital, she was already pregnant with her second child. She was already three months pregnant now, so she had better be careful.
Take a bite of the rice cake.
The brows wrinkled slightly.
It doesn’t have the same taste as when I was a kid.
Fortunately, he is not picky about food either.
After taking two steps forward, a bookstall came into view.
Run over with full of memories.
After being exposed to wind and sun for a long time, the cover of the book has faded.
After taking a quick glance, Xu Liang nodded with satisfaction.
It still tastes the same.
"****", Jia Pingwa's "Abandoned Capital", but the one that impressed him most was Shangguan Ding's "Wind and Thunder Fan".
He still remembers part of the contents.
The female protagonist feeds the male protagonist who has his acupoints tapped to drink water, with their lips touching.
It shocked him in adolescence.
The male protagonist is enlightened, and so is he.
For adults, there are more exciting books on the bookstall.
But Xu Liang must admit that the above are all younger brothers.
When he read this book for the first time in college, it seemed that he had opened the door to a new world.
It’s so exciting.
The description still leaves a deep impression on him.
The bookstall owner is an old man with gray hair wearing a navy blue coat.
A pair of silkworm eyebrows and a big face look inexplicably vulgar.
He crossed his legs and glanced at Xu Liang. He was surprised at how strong the other person was and stared at him with his old eyes.
For a moment, it was as if he saw the prey that was about to be caught.
"Uncle, how can I rent books?"
The old man came over quickly with a smile on his face.
“Deposit 20, rent an episode for RMB 1.5.”
Most of their markets here cycle every five days.
One episode lasts for five days.
“A bit expensive.” “It’s expensive for a reason.”
Looking at the one in Xu Liang’s hand, the uncle showed a smile that everyone understood.
"Young man, I have a better book here, do you want to read it?"
Xu Liang asked subconsciously: "What book?"
The uncle put his foot down He picked up an old canvas bag and put it on the shelf, unzipping it.
"Look, I'm full of treasures here."
There are not many books in the bag, there are about twenty or thirty books, and there are more than a dozen CDs next to them.
Xu Liang picked up a book.
The 32-inch book is poorly printed and dyed, and you can tell it is a pirated copy at a glance.
On the cover are two beautiful girls posing, with four artistic words next to them.
Happy city.
After flipping through it briefly, it was as expected.
A guide for veteran drivers and a love bible for teenagers.
"How about it, is it a good book?"
A narrow smile appeared on the old man's face.
"How much?"
The uncle spread his palms, his old eyes filled with greed.
“Five yuan?”
The uncle grinned and almost bit his own tongue.
No good airway.
"Fifty.
Young man, this is an exclusive treasure that I have worked so hard to collect.
Have a look around the collection and see who else has it besides me?
Besides, look at the quality and content.
Fifty, I don’t want much at all.”
Xu Liang smiled, "Is there anything else?"
"Of course. ...Look at this one."
Xu Liang glanced at the cover.
"Is this book available now?" Xu Liang asked.
“This is the best-selling book. Yesterday, more than a dozen copies of Zhulouji were sold. Young and old men all like to read it.”
As he said that, he took another CD from the bag.
“Most of the people who come to my place read books and CDs together, which is definitely enough.”
The uncle enthusiastically promoted the book.
Xu Liang glanced at the cover of the CD in the uncle’s hand. He was very familiar with Mr. Hata from Japan.
"Uncle, I have seen everything you have here."
The uncle's expression changed instantly, and there was a kind of surprise in his eyes that he was already an experienced driver at a young age.
Just when Xu Liang thought he was about to give up, the uncle came over mysteriously.
"Young man, are you married?"
"Yes."
"That's good, I have some good things here, please wait."
One sentence aroused Xu Liang's curiosity.
The uncle looked around warily and took out a square wooden box from under the bookstall.
After opening it carefully, he took out a small orange bottle.
Clenched his hands as if holding some treasure.
“This thing is called ‘Indian Divine Oil’, which means that if you are a good-looking young man, I won’t sell it to most people who want to buy it.”
Xu Liang wanted to say something, I am wearing a mask, where do you always look at me and look kind?
Took it over and looked at it, Xu Liang smiled.
"Uncle, you are really amazing."
Use lyrical martial arts books to screen customers, and then sell more expensive pornographic books and CDs after pinpointing them.
To high-threshold married customers, promote more profitable adult products.
Xu Liangdu saw that there were boxes of condoms in his small wooden box.
Your uncle is always your uncle.
"I won't make much money, but I mainly provide convenience to everyone."
The uncle said with a humble smile.
After returning the sacred oil to him.
"Uncle, I think this book is more suitable for me."
Looking at the Three Kingdoms in Xu Liang's hand, the uncle felt a little off guard.
I’ve been laying the groundwork for so long, and you’re just going to buy this?
But at least the business came to my door. Although the uncle was not satisfied, he didn’t ask for more money.
15 yuan allowed him to take away this old version of the Three Kingdoms.
Xu Liang continued shopping, bought some fresh vegetables and went home.
Everything is expensive during the Chinese New Year.
Seeing her son wandering in the door, Wang Lingxiang, who was getting up to cook, was surprised and said: "Where have you been this early in the morning?"
"I haven't been back for a long time. Go out for a walk. There are not many people in the morning.”
Their home is bustling with people coming to visit, including officials from the village, the town, and the city, and even people who come here because of their reputation. Factory owner, a relative who is beyond reach.
When others come to your door with gifts, it’s not good to keep them all out.
But he didn’t want to waste time making excuses with these people.
Just avoid it and let dad screen it first.
For those who are purely trying to establish relationships and seek connections, add a little more according to the size of the gift and ask the secretary to send it back.
If something really happens, it’s not too late to call later.
"By the way, Mom, why did the bay at the back be filled in?"
"The villagers disliked blocking the road during the market, so you gave me a lot of money, so they discussed it with your dad and filled in the bay at the back. The bay has been filled, and the market has been moved over.
By the way, today is the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, is our village market, are you going?”
Walk the food in your hand. Almost cut the cake.
“Just came back from there.”
Eat the last bit left.
“Nowadays, cut cakes are not only expensive, but the taste is not as good as before.”
“Before, when we were poor, cut cakes were rare and good things to eat; now you can eat all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas. , It’s strange that you still think it’s delicious.” Wang Lingxiang said.
"Yes. ...Mom, what do you want to eat in the morning?"
"Make preserved egg and lean meat porridge, Xiaoyang likes to drink it."
"Cook more, I like to drink it too."
"Do you still eat cut cakes?"
"It's still far from it."
" You are really a pig.”
“Mom, I am your biological son. If I were a pig, you would be...”
Wang Lingxiang frowned angrily and hit him with an iron spoon.
(End of this chapter)