Seeing that it was almost dawn, Lao Lutou and others were also preparing to close the stall. Li Laifu picked up the Maitreya Buddha placed on Lao Lutou's stall. Lao Lutou had just identified the white porcelain Maitreya Buddha from the Qianlong period, and he moved towards it. Walking down the alley, he reached the depths of the alley, put the Maitreya Buddha into the space, and took out a flour bag and put ten catties of rice and two catties of pork in it. Although the old donkey head was not going to ask for the money for the Yongzheng monochromatic bowl, he He can't do errands either!
After all, he was a social person in his previous life. He was not fastidious in doing things and was looked down upon by others.
When he walked to the old donkey head stall and threw the flour bag on the ground, Li Laifu didn't say anything. He held a cigarette in his mouth, shook his head and swayed his tail and walked towards the outside of Guijie Street, leaving behind a figure that he thought was chic.
The old donkey was stunned for a moment, then he quickly picked up the bag with a smile on his face.
When he opened the noodle bag, he was not surprised that there was rice in it. When he saw the pork, his eyes widened. What Li Laifu gave him was a big piece of fat meat from the waist. He suddenly felt a smell of bad breath. The old Biaozi didn't know why. It's time to stick your head out.
Does Old Donkey Head know what kind of thing Old Biaozi is? It was too late to reach out and cover his mouth quickly.
"Holy shit, you old ass, are you still not human anymore? You actually eat alone."
"You call your mother," the old donkey scolded anxiously.
Old Biaozi said with a contemptuous tone: "I didn't expect you, an old donkey, to be so strict with your mouth. That kid had such a good thing, and you didn't tell me earlier."
Lao Wei, who had already put everything on the stall into his shoulder bag, heard Lao Biaozi's shout and hurried over.
"What good stuff?" Lao Wei came over and asked.
The old donkey's head was pinched at the mouth of the bag, not wanting to show it to anyone else.
Looking at the appearance of the old donkey head, Lao Wei had already guessed that he was not an old coward who could only talk nonsense? The old man smiled and said: "Old donkey, if you don't show me the thing, I will shout, Wu Dashan, Zhang Xiucai is coming soon. With Wu Dashan's character, unless you can beat him in wrestling."
The old donkey angrily kicked the old Biaozi in the butt and cursed: "You know he is a bad guy, why did you call him over?" He threw the dough bag on the ground.
Lao Wei opened the dough bag and his eyes shone brightly. He turned the pork over with his hands and looked at the skin. When he turned the meat, his hands were stained with oil. He put it in his mouth and licked it and said, "This is wild boar meat. And It’s very fresh, and the pork is quite fat.”
Lao Biaozi stretched out his hand, grabbed two handfuls of rice, looked at it, and said: "There is not a grain of sand in this rice, and every grain is complete." The rice peeling in this era was not as high-tech as that of later generations, although the complete rice peeling was not as high-tech as in later generations. Most of them were broken, but there were also a lot of pieces broken.
The old Biaozi leaned against the city wall, smoking his pipe and pot, and said: "What did we say about this? That boy is here. You can exchange it for yourself, but don't let the fourth person know about it. That boy has already told you , with his character of never suffering a loss, he will take revenge if you dare to tell lies."
Then the old donkey came over and said, "It's definitely not easy for a family that can afford these things. Let's not bring trouble to ourselves."
Lao Wei and Lao Biaozi nodded at the same time, but Lao Biaozi said: "He exchanged more than 100 things at your place. You old donkey must be full," obviously he had thoughts about rice and pork.
The old man also looked at the old donkey head. Not to mention the two kilograms of fat, if rice porridge was made from such rice, it would be very nutritious.
The old donkey head also simply said: "You guys can exchange it for three kilograms of rice and half a kilogram of fat meat. After the exchange is over, I will give it to him directly when the boy comes, and I will exchange it with him when the time comes."
The old Biaozi and the old wilted looked at each other, and the old donkey head continued: "That boy only wants high-quality products, don't fool him with bad things. You have also seen what kind of temper that boy has. I originally thought that the bowl was just fine, and others are doing things." Be careful, let’s not do that nasty thing.”
Each of these people have experienced wind and rain, and they all carry the spirit of the world. They are old and wilted. The old Biaozi nodded and walked towards his house.
Li Laifu walked to Dongzhimen. The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone on the ancient city wall. He looked at the endless wilderness outside the city gate. He really had a strong sense of artistic conception. His figure was illuminated by the sun. He needed a camera to capture it. I can definitely participate in a film festival or something.
These days, you don’t dare to take random photos with a camera. Although you are not arrested as soon as you take a photo like in later generations of North Korea, you are still subject to strict scrutiny. The police station can also listen to your reasoning. If the old man and old lady in the alley believe that You are a spy, so the beating will be light. In this era, people's hatred of traitors is no different from their hatred of little devils. Just like that, dozens or hundreds of people beat you to the police station. After you are healed, you are still a cripple?
Before he could sigh or sing a song
Left...left hand drive...drive,
A dung truck just ran over the figure's head...
It smells like shit and has no artistic conception.
The driver was a middle-aged man in his 40s with a stubble on his face. The donkey cart didn't stop and he gave the donkey two more whips. He said, "Boy, you cover your face and you want to rob the dung cart?"
Only then did Li Laifu remember that he had forgotten to take off his mask again. He had gotten used to wearing it all night.
"Yeah, yeah, don't run away,"
This is why later generations have always emphasized the importance of paying attention to the mental outlook. Although people in this era are hungry and deflated, their mental outlook is really good. Some people still miss this era.
When I walked to the edge of the moat, I quickly took off the cloth on my head and walked towards Nanluogu Lane. When I passed the food station, there was a long queue of people buying pork. I didn’t know who got the inside. News? People were queuing up here early.
The pigs in this era only weighed more than 100 kilograms. There are no white-skinned pigs like those of later generations. Those pigs were imported, but they are not imported yet. White-skinned pigs can weigh more than 200 kilograms, while black-skinned pigs can weigh more than 100 kilograms. Gained weight.
More than 100 kilograms of pig, with the head, internal organs, and lean meat and bones removed. It would be good if half of the team of fifty or sixty people can buy it.
Entering Nanluogu Alley, the old man was having breakfast there again. The old man and the sixth man had several fights, and both of them were shameless.
Li Laifu looked at the two of them with contempt and didn't want to talk to them, but it's a pity that Lao Wu wouldn't let them.
"You little brat, what's your look like?"
Before Li Laifu could speak, Xiao Liuzi, the bun maker, shouted: "Forget it, Mr. Wu, don't mess with him. The several times we quarreled were all because of him."
Lao Wutou was quite obedient and drank soy milk with his head down.
This damn old man's words are really unpleasant, which is what these old dudes are used to.
"There are rats,"
Li Laifu suddenly shouted.
Lao Wutou took a sip of soy milk in his mouth, pfft….
