The news that Feng Tiezhu had bought a house in Beijing in less than a month spread throughout the entire village.
The villagers all sighed with admiration, saying that the iron pillar belonging to the brigade leader's family had really made their Red Star Brigade Leader proud.
Having settled down in Beijing, they can be considered half-city dwellers.
Who wouldn't be envious of that?
Chen Guiru quickly packed her and Xiao Shitou's things and asked Feng Dabing to buy her tickets so they could go to Beijing to look at their new house.
at the same time.
Beijing City.
Yan Xiao received a letter from Hei Zi, sent from a town in Taiping County. The letter said that someone in Beijing was offering a high price to buy century-old ginseng in the markets around Kaoshan.
The longer the ginseng is aged, the better; the price is negotiable.
Because the price offered by the other party was so tempting, Hei Zi wrote a letter and sent it to Yan Xiao.
We hope Yanxiao will contact the previous suppliers.
He is, after all, in Beijing.
If you have connections, the transaction will be easier.
Yan Xiao didn't think twice. Since arriving in Beijing, his wife had sold a lot of the supplies in her spatial storage, but she hadn't taken out the ginseng yet.
The ginseng looked to be over a hundred years old; taking out just one was truly astonishing.
He usually cuts a few slices into the soup when he makes nourishing soup for his wife.
Nowadays, some people offer 500 yuan to buy a century-old ginseng, and even offer conditions: an extra 10 yuan for each additional year, with no upper limit.
When Yan Xiao told Wen Qinghe about this, the girl dragged him into the space that very night to pull up radishes.
Even the smallest one I picked looked to be at least 150 years old.
Wen Qinghe held the ginseng, her eyes filled with difficulty.
"Ayan, if it really doesn't work, let's sell it cheaper, otherwise all these big radishes in the space will become a plague."
Yan Xiao chuckled and said in a low voice, "Okay."
The next day.
Yan Xiao contacted the buyer by phone, explaining that he had a 150-year-old ginseng.
Before he could even speak, she said that if he thought it was too expensive, the price was negotiable.
The person on the other end of the phone was very excited, "Okay, is a thousand yuan okay?"
Yan Xiao paused for a moment, then heard someone anxiously say, "If you're not satisfied with the price, we can discuss it further. Young man, where are you? Is it convenient for me to come and make the deal now?"
Yan Xiao pursed his lips: "It's convenient, let's go to the old warehouse in Yuhua Lane."
Yan Xiao took over the old warehouse in Yuhua Lane and used it as a temporary trading location in Beijing.
The old warehouse is more than 40 minutes away from the courtyard house by bicycle.
When Yan Xiao arrived, he saw a military jeep parked at the entrance of the alley.
A tall, upright man paced back and forth at the warehouse entrance.
Unsure if it was really that person, Yan Xiao kept pedaling his bicycle and cautiously walked past the person.
"Xiao Yan?"
Yuhua Lane is narrow, and you don't see a single person pass by for a long time. Finally, a man on a bicycle came by, and the man at the warehouse entrance couldn't help but ask him.
Yan Xiao put his feet off the pedals, and the bicycle came to a steady stop. He looked back at the person.
"Are you Mr. Yan?"
"No, I'm not. Mr. Yan is in the car. Did you bring your things?"
Yan Xiao parked the bicycle against the corner of the wall, took out the key from his pocket, and opened the warehouse door in front of him.
"Since it was Mr. Yan who contacted me, let him come in and talk."
After saying that, he went inside to wait for others.
One minute later.
A rhythmic "tap-tap" sound rang out, approaching from afar.
"Young comrade, did you bring the ginseng?"
A deep, steady male voice rang out, and Yan Xiao turned around and looked back.
The man walking towards us had well-defined and handsome features, sharp and determined eyes, and graying temples, but his eyes exuded a dignified and upright aura.
When speaking to him, he seemed to deliberately suppress his aura, but Yan Xiao had a gut feeling that he was definitely a soldier who had been on the battlefield.
He looked directly into the man's eyes, his tone unwavering: "I brought it. Would you like to inspect the goods first?"
Yan Xiao handed over the cloth bag he carried with him.
But the person froze for a moment the instant he turned around, then stared at him intently.
Upon closer inspection, the man's originally upright and resolute body trembled for a moment.
"You...you are Xiao...Xiao Yan?"
The man's slightly trembling voice made Yan Xiao frown slightly.
Upon meeting the complex gaze of the person before him, Yan Xiao felt a sudden surge of bitterness welling up in his heart.
He nodded in response without making a sound.
The man's eyes were red, and he was both crying and laughing; he didn't even realize what was happening.
Xiao Yan, Yan Xiao.
He was the one who named Yan Xiao.
Upon seeing the child's facial features, he immediately knew who he was.
This face is at least 90% similar to his father's.
The year he and his wife left, he only told the outside world that he had sacrificed his life in a mission. The mission was sudden, and he didn't even have time to settle his infant child.
Originally, there was no wife in the mission, but she later applied to join.
That child later became a source of regret for them for decades to come.
Ultimately, they abandoned him between family and country. It was out of helplessness, but they did not regret it. The only thing they felt guilty about was that he had failed as a father.
He had been back for so long, but because of his wife's illness, he hadn't had a chance to go to the Red Star Brigade to find him.
Unexpectedly, he appeared right in front of me.
He hesitated for a moment to acknowledge her, suppressing his pain and guilt, and composed himself.
He trembled as he took the cloth bag.
When Yan Xiao's scarred hands were revealed, his pupils trembled slightly.
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