In present-day Haishi, Zhao Youcai has no way to reason with her.
If it were a different era, or a different familiar place, Zhao Youcai wouldn't have knocked her head off; she'd be lucky to have a strong head.
Zhao Jianfei's eyes widened in disbelief. "Auntie, this is so unreasonable!"
At the same time, he was also completely shocked by his father's divine prediction.
But the landlord interpreted that look in a completely different way.
"What are you glaring at me for? What? You young lad, are you going to bring your old man to beat me up?"
Immediately afterwards, the landlady put on a dramatic performance.
"Hey everyone! Come and judge this! This perfectly healthy young man who rented my house is being unreasonable and wants to beat me to death!"
Zhao Youcai hadn't seen such a shameless person in a long time.
The last person who dared to cause trouble under his nose is still in jail.
That's right, we're talking about Wang Guilan, who failed in her attempt to frame someone after committing murder and ended up in jail once again.
The old man selling the house couldn't stand it anymore. They'd been neighbors for so many years, who didn't know who the other was?
"You'd better shut your mouth. Can't you try something different with your old tricks of throwing a tantrum and acting like a scoundrel?"
The landlady was about to curse the old man as well, but she immediately shut her mouth when she saw his face.
Although I was angry with the old man, angry that he would rather sell the house to someone from out of town than to me.
But the landlady admitted she didn't have the guts to yell back at the old man in front of him.
Who can blame them for having such a wonderful daughter?
The landlady stood up, looking disheveled, and slapped her own backside several times before muttering to herself as she walked out.
Zhao Youcai thanked the old man selling the house again, and said he would treat him well later.
Zhao Youcai wasn't good at cooking, and Zhao Jianfei was even less so.
Both father and son are the kind of people who are content with simply cooking food so that eating it won't make them sick or hospitalized.
Zhao Youcai was not familiar with this area, and it was impossible for him to find the black market as soon as he stepped out.
Therefore, Zhao Youcai's reward refers to the instant noodles he carries with him.
Although Zhao Youcai didn't prepare many packages on the surface, he had a warehouse.
The instant noodles produced in the warehouse are much more authentic than those that can be replicated at home.
So, after moving, Zhao Youcai personally boiled a pot of water and cooked a large pot of instant noodles.
The group ate with great relish, holding large porcelain bowls. Even the old man who sold the house, who usually didn't have a big appetite, finished three large bowls.
The group ate until they were stuffed, then slumped in their seats for a while to recover.
"My wife and I will be buying tickets and leaving tomorrow. If we want to come back for a visit in the future, please reserve a room for us."
In Zhao Youcai's view, this was not a big deal.
To be honest, buying the house for 200 yuan was already a bargain for him.
If the other party weren't truly flush with cash, and if the housing prices hadn't been suppressed for so long, let alone two hundred yuan, even adding another two hundred yuan might not have been enough to buy it.
The reason he bought it for 200 yuan must have been partly because the old man selling the house was furious with the woman who owned more than a dozen rental properties.
Zhao Youcai chatted with the old man for a while, first playing Chinese chess, then Go, and finally Chinese chess.
The two hit it off immediately and exchanged home addresses.
Of course, Zhao Youcai kept the house in Zhaojiagou. The old man who sold the house kept it for his daughter's family.
The two sat in the pavilion admiring the moon, eating rice cakes made by the old man's wife, who was selling houses, and drinking some wine.
They talked about the difficult years, the troublesome children, and the farming techniques and animal husbandry tips.
In the end, no one knows who couldn't stay awake any longer and fell asleep. When they woke up again, they were both dazed in their respective little beds.
"Dad, how come you drank so much when you can't hold your liquor?"
Zhao Youcai rubbed his temples. He never expected that drinking a wine that tasted like fruit juice with very little alcohol would knock him out.
I should have known better than to drink so much. I'll never trust Xiaotianshui again.
"I never expected that something that tastes like fruit juice would have such a strong aftereffect."
Zhao Jianfei wanted to say something more, but he didn't know what to say.
It's really not my dad's fault, since the grain liquor in Northeast China is quite strong.
If I hadn't had the chance to drink it once when I went out to dinner with my new colleagues and experienced a hangover, I probably wouldn't have known that this alcohol was so potent.
How did I get home last night?
Zhao Jianfei made a gesture as if to lift him up, and then extended two fingers.
“I carried both of you back to the house. But while I was debating whether to put you and the old man in the same room, the old lady came out and took them back.”
Zhao Youcai said "oh," and after drinking a glass of water, he suddenly remembered something.
"Go check if your grandpa and grandma have left yet. If they haven't gone to the station, I'll prepare some things for them to take with them."
Zhao Jianfei immediately ran out, and then ran back a short while later.
"Not yet. I just got to their door when I heard the old lady scolding the old man, so I didn't want to disturb them and came back first."
Zhao Youcai: ...Actually, there's no need to go into so much detail. I don't really want to know.
Zhao Youcai frantically pulled duck eggs from his bundle, which once again stunned Zhao Jianfei.
"What are you looking at? Why don't you grab a cloth, pack the salted duck eggs in it, and take them to your grandpa and grandma?"
Zhao Jianfei was completely stunned. Like a walking corpse, he gave an emotionless "oh," picked up the salted duck egg, and walked out.
"Wait a minute! Take these packets of instant noodles with them as well."
Zhao Jianfei wanted to cry but had no tears.
She thought her father was showing concern for her and had brought her nice things to show his care.
To my utter surprise, they only gave me a few packets of instant noodles. They didn't even take a single salted duck egg, which was a real treat.
It's not Zhao Youcai's fault; the salted duck eggs in the processing plant were only unlocked on the day they arrived in Haishi, and the first batch of salted duck eggs had just finished pickling.
I originally planned to take some out and leave it for my son on the day I left Haishi, but plans can't keep up with changes.
My new buddy is leaving, so how could I not show my appreciation?
The old man selling the house never expected Zhao Youcai to be so generous.
Let alone a salted duck egg, even a regular duck egg is a rare find.
So many salted duck eggs must be worth at least ten yuan.
The elderly couple felt a little embarrassed accepting the gift, but fortunately, the old lady suddenly remembered something.
"If you ask me, let's not dig up the things that were buried under the tree in the yard before. Let's just give them to Brother Zhao as a gift."
Those were left by the older generation; it took them two years to save up those two Yuan Shikai silver dollars.
Since the flowers couldn't be spent or sold, it was better to give them to Zhao Youcai as a souvenir.
The elderly couple whispered to each other for a while before carrying their large and small bags out of the house, and then deliberately went around to Zhao Youcai's door.
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