Chapter 35 Qizi smokes the Princess's house
Lin Musen didn't know his son's little thoughts, and he knew that he would definitely beat this rebellious son to death.
Are there still members of the Lin family who don’t want to be members of the dragon boat team?
Lin Musen slapped his forehead and said, "That's right, Uncle Jiu has been busy with so much these days that he's almost dizzy."
He was so shocked by the fact that his son could travel through time that he forgot about the second biggest event in the village this year.
Why not the number one?
The biggest one is the New Year's party in Shilou Village on New Year's Eve every year. The village's collective shares are distributed per capita, and then the whole village sets up a banquet to celebrate together. Some small stars are also invited to sing and dance to liven up the atmosphere.
Don't underestimate this dividend. Each person can get at least 50,000 or 60,000 yuan. For example, the four members of the Lin family can get more than 200,000 yuan in dividends from the village in a year.
Wang Wenjuan earns more than 200,000 yuan a year just for Chinese medicine. If it weren't for the dividends from the village, the Lin family would have had an even harder time.
Lin Sanqi didn't want to sigh now, his mind was full of how to make money, so he smiled and said:
"Auntie, let's buy some tea to give to someone."
When Liu Fangfang saw Lin Sanqi, she felt full of sympathy for this sunny boy.
The fact that Lin Sanqi was expelled from school was known to the whole village. It was impossible to keep it secret in the village. Fortunately, no one knew about his broken heart yet.
"So it's Thirteen. Just tell me what kind of tea you want to buy. We're family, so I'll definitely give it to you at the purchase price."
Lin Sanqi didn't know what the other party was thinking, so he quickly said:
"Auntie, I want 50 kilograms of jasmine tea, 50 kilograms of Longjing tea, 50 kilograms of Anxi Tieguanyin, and 50 kilograms of Keemun black tea."
Liu Fangfang was a little surprised:
"You need so much? Doesn't your family run a rice shop? Why are you switching to a tea shop? Hehehe~~Okay, wait a minute, I'll go get it from the warehouse."
Most southerners drink Kung Fu tea, and jasmine tea doesn't sell very well, so the store has no stock.
After a while, Liu Fangfang brought the tea in a cart and finally settled the bill.
Jasmine tea is 50 yuan per catty, clearance price; Longjing tea is 130 yuan per catty, it is said to be Yuexiang Longjing, not produced in Hangzhou; Tieguanyin is 120 yuan per catty; Keemun black tea is 60 yuan per catty.
I swear to God, the above prices quoted by Liu Fangfang are all wholesale prices, and the quality is guaranteed. She didn't take out the inferior ones, and she really didn't make any money from Lin Sanqi and his son.
In this regard, the Lin people in Shilou Village are quite united.
But even so, Lin Sanqi spent 18,000 yuan, almost using up the travel fund his father gave him.
If the tea had been unsalable in 1959, the Lin family's finances might have been on the verge of bankruptcy.
The father and son rode an electric tricycle back home. Instead of going upstairs, they came to Lin's Chinese Medicine Clinic and locked the door. One of them weighed the items while the other wrapped them with brown paper.
Half a pound of tea leaves are packed in a paper bag, and the type of tea is indicated on the bag.
It was already midnight when they finished processing 200 kilograms of tea. Lin Sanqi calculated that it was about time and prepared to go back.
Before leaving, Lin Sanqi thought for a moment, ran to the kitchen again, took a bag of rice noodles, some raw beef, and some seasonings from the refrigerator, then walked through the kitchen door and disappeared into 2013.
(You can go through any door, not a specific one.)
Back in 1959, Lin Sanqi opened the room and took a peek, only to find that the Lin family had not returned yet, and his nephews and nieces were still counting the sesame seeds on the sesame cakes together.
So Lin Sanqi quietly filled the rice bucket with snow-white rice...
When evening approached and everyone got off work, Lin Sanqi was already lying on the ground with his face covered in soot, and he was desperately blowing air into the hole under the coal stove, trying to light it.
Lin Jiageng and Lin Zhenzhen were shouting "Come on" from the side.
"Come on, uncle! Come on, uncle!"
Poor Lin Sanqi lived for 23 years and had always used a gas stove at home that could be lit easily. He had never used a stove that burned honeycomb coal.
Forget cooking, he couldn't even light the stove; it only produced smoke but no fire.
Anyone with a little common sense knows that to light a coal stove, you first need to use some hay paper or something like that to start the fire, then add firewood, and finally, when the fire is big, add coal cakes.
Lin Sanqi didn't care about anything and threw all the firewood and coal cakes into the fire at the same time as soon as it was lit. As a result, there was no air underneath to help the combustion, and the coal cakes could not be ignited at all.
Bao Yansheng, carrying his lunch box, had just entered the middle courtyard when he saw the smoke rising and coughed several times.
"Hey, whose house is flooded? Come and have a look."
Hou Daya, who was standing at the door of the left wing, coughed and cursed:
"Nothing's wrong. It's that vagrant son of the Lin family who's poisoning us. Oh my god, he's planning to poison everyone in our East Cross Courtyard so he can monopolize the entire mansion. Ahem... ahem... ~~~"
The prince also shouted weakly over there:
"Please save this old man first. I can't breathe. If this were the Qing Dynasty, I would have dragged this stinky boy to the palace to be castrated~~~"
Wu Xinhou was walking into the yard with Lin Kucan and was also shocked when he saw the fireworks in the yard.
The biggest fear of an old house is fire. Once it catches fire, a large area will be affected and there will be no time to put out the fire. There is no fire insurance these days. If it really burns down, you can only cry to death.
"What's going on? Where is the song coming from?"
Hou Daya saw Lin Kucan coming back and cursed:
"Lin Laoguang, what do you think we should do about what your son did? If you don't give me an explanation, I'll never let you go!"
Lin Kucan was startled and asked quickly, "Hey, what's going on? Did they order Ji Niaohou's family?"
Hou Daya was dissatisfied: "Bullshit, your family just lit the coal stove. It was your son who lit the coal stove. Look at the mess he made in the yard. The clothes I hung out to dry in the yard were washed in vain!"
Lin Kucan shrugged when he heard this: "It's not okay for your pants to smell like fireworks. Well, don't put your pants away. I'll let Lin Sanqi wash them for you later!"
Hou Daya almost vomited blood after hearing this: "Lin Laoguang, you let another man wash your underwear. How can I wear it if someone else washes it?"
"How do you wear it? Wear it next to your body. Do you wear your underwear outside?"
Seeing that Ji Niaohou was about to go crazy again, Wu Houxin quickly stopped him and said:
"Alright, alright, Lao Lin, stop teasing Ji Niaohou and look at what your son is doing."
Lin Kucan was delighted when he saw it: "It should be The Case of the Chopping of the Beauty. Do you think my son looks like Bao Longtu meditating in Kaifeng Mansion? Haha."
Wu Houxin looked at Lin Sanqi, whose face was covered in coal dust, then at Ji Niaohou, whose eyes and nose were not quite the same, and then at his old colleague who had no worries about anything, and was completely speechless.
"Hey, Comrade Xiaoqi, what are you doing?"
Lin Sanqi raised his head and saw the people in the smoke, then he smiled:
"I have nothing better to do, so I wanted to try to cook dinner for my parents, but this coal stove won't listen."
Wu Houxin glanced at his old colleague and said with a gratified smile, "This youngest son is not bad."
Lin Kucan raised his chin and said, "That's right, the handsome guy is so handsome."
(End of this chapter)
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