I am many years in the courtyard

Chapter 152, Accident (for subscription)
In the side room of the middle courtyard, in the master bedroom on the second floor.

On the big bed, after entering the sage's time for many years, he hugged the fragrant Qin Huairu and kept warm for a long time before suddenly turning on the light.

"Brother A Nian, why did you turn on the light?"

Qin Huairu shyly hid back under the blanket, hiding her head completely.

Many years opened the nightstand and pulled the case completely out.

Reaching in, there is a hidden compartment against the wall.

The bedside table is made of heavy sandalwood rosewood, the wood itself is very heavy, and several pieces of rosewood have been added to the bottom of the cabinet over the years.

Therefore, this bedside table cannot be moved by ordinary people.

A dark compartment is a small recessed space embedded in the wall.

The reason for this design is to give Qin Huairu an explanation.

Let her know where the family money is hidden.

"Xiao Ru, this is all our family's property now, and it will be handed over to you for safekeeping in the future..."

Hearing this sentence, Qin Huairu couldn't care about anything else, and quickly got out of bed.

When she saw the money in the small tin box, her eyes widened instantly:

"Brother A Nian, how much is this?"

She breathed a lot faster, her tone trembled slightly, and she seemed very excited.

No wonder she was so excited, because this was the first time she saw so much money.

There are quite a few renminbi with a face value of [-] yuan, and the visual impact is still very strong when put together.

"Not much, only 83 yuan in total."

Many years shook his head, pointed to the ticket next to him, and said:

"These are the big ones, two watch tickets, one sewing ticket, more than 200 catties of food stamps, some cloth tickets, etc..."

He didn't have much cash in his hand, and he hadn't changed out the dollar bills, so he could only take out so much for her to keep.

As for the food stamps, it was mainly because the Design Institute gave them a lot, so he didn't spend much on the tickets he saved before.

In addition, he himself bought some food stamps from the pigeon market, so there are still more than 200 catties of food stamps left.

"so much?"

Qin Huairu exclaimed, this money is really a lot, and the food stamps are too much, right?

No wonder Brother Anian didn't want to be under the control of his parents. It turned out that he was really rich.

"Not much. In the future, this money will be placed in the hidden compartment of the bedside table at home. When you need to use the money, you can take it from here. Remember to put the money in the tin box, not outside..."

The tin box is the tin box he bought from the rolling mill and made by himself.

A small tin box didn't cost much iron or effort.

Only a tin box can protect you from fire and insects.

In my previous life, when I took a political class and talked about money and consumption, there were some illustrations of money hidden in plastic bags being eaten by insects and ants.

He has always been impressed by that picture.

During the more than ten years when he was studying and working, paper money was still popular. Only after the first decade of the millennium passed, paper money slowly disappeared from life.

Therefore, when he thought about saving money, he thought of this.

He himself has the space to not be afraid of these things, but Qin Huairu can't.

As for saying that he takes the money himself and doesn't let her touch it, that's definitely unrealistic.

"Brother A Nian, this is too much money. I don't want it. You should keep it."

Qin Huairu's head shook like a rattle, and his eyes were full of unconfidence.

With so much money, she fears it will be lost or stolen.

"You don't usually need to buy vegetables? No matter how big or small your family is, which one doesn't need to spend money? What if I happen to be not at home and the family needs to spend money?"

Qin Huairu let go of the grudge in her heart after years of persuasive and persuasive temptation.

"Tomorrow morning, I will go to buy some fine grains and coarse grains. You can go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables in the morning."

"Okay, brother Anian, do you want me to go with you?"

"Can you get up?"

"Why can't I get up?" Qin Huairu was stubborn, and had sealed her little mouth for many years.

Since she can still get up, it means she still has energy.

As a teacher, I will continue to teach her to fill in the blanks for many years. I can't take her to Pigeon City tomorrow, can I?

"Ah, the lights are still on"

"I can't see clearly the slippery Huarong trail in the dark. How can I explain the topic to you? You don't need to turn off the lights. Anyway, the curtains are drawn, so no one can see."

In the next day, after many years, he cleaned up refreshedly and walked out of the courtyard in the twilight.

Today he didn't go to the pigeon market in Dongzhimen anymore, but went to Deshengmen.

The pigeon market at Deshengmen is also more lively than before, and the range of activities is much wider than that of Dongzhimen.

After shopping around, it took me many years to meet one of the chubby-looking Erdao dealers.

"Hello, comrade, can you exchange foreign currency here?"

The voice is very low, and they all come close to chat. This is the characteristic of Pigeon City.

Everyone is secretive. If you speak too loudly, it is easy to attract the attention of others.

"Yes, comrade, do you have foreign currency or want to buy foreign currency?"

After listening to it for many years, I looked at each other in surprise.

I didn't expect this guy to be really powerful. Do both businesses?And judging from the tone of the other party, it seems that the business is not small.

"How many yuan do you need for one hundred dollars?"

In this case, he must inquire about the market price.

There is no doubt that buying and selling are definitely two prices.

"Three hundred and nine dollars, comrade, how much do you want?"

The chubby Erdao businessman showed all his eyes, raised three fingers, and said cheerfully.

Hearing this price, I was shocked for many years, so expensive?
"How many renminbi can that one hundred dollars be exchanged for?"

"290 yuan, comrade, do you want to buy or sell?"

The Erdao dealer was a little impatient, but he still quoted the price very honestly.

However, I have been speechless for many years, so meow, the prices on the black market are also too different, right?
According to the price of 290 yuan, there is a difference of 230 yuan from the bank's 60 yuan.

The price he exchanged with the bank before was a huge loss!
However, according to the price of [-] yuan offered by Erdao dealers, I prefer to be the middleman myself for many years.

Because there is a price difference of 19 yuan between selling and buying, at this price, he doesn't want to be cheap for a second-hand dealer.

However, who can he find to sell the 900 yuan in his hands?

The Lou family?

or someone else?
Many enterprises in Beijing have implemented public-private partnerships, and most of the capitalists in the Republic of China have also stayed at home, or are preparing to take a boat south with money.

If there are still people who want to leave the capital and go south, they will definitely come to Pigeon Market to trade US dollars.

After all, it will definitely not work to go to the bank to trade.

If I went directly to the Lou family to make a deal, I worried for many years that I would be thrown out as a hooligan.

And he personally went to the door to sell his own dollars, although he has a thick skin, but forget it.

So it's better to squat in the pigeon market and be a second-hand dealer.

After making up his mind, he wandered around the Pigeon City.

But after half a day, no suitable buyer was found, because almost all the people who came were wearing ragged clothes, and they couldn't see their faces clearly. Who knows if the buyer is rich or poor?

However, just when he was about to give up, he suddenly saw a relatively burly person, and immediately approached him with bright eyes and struck up a conversation with him.

"Comrade, what do you want to buy?"

"For some pounds, do you have any, comrade?"

Depend on!
Speechless and depressed for many years, I asked unwillingly, "I have dollar bills, do you want them?"

He doesn't have a British pound, and the US dollar is the hard currency. After all, the US knife is linked to gold, and its status in the world is very high.

"I don't want it, I just want pounds."

The other party shook his head, somewhat stubborn.

Seeing this, he still did not give up and said for many years:

"Comrade, if you go south to Hong Kong Island, although the British pound is very good, the US dollar bills are definitely better."

"There is no British pound in the black market now. I'm sure you must have asked many times. The price of US dollar bills is also expensive, but at least there is a little bit more."

"If you really decide to go south, the renminbi in your hand is equivalent to waste paper. You might as well exchange for US dollars. It's not too late to exchange for British pounds when you arrive on Hong Kong Island."

As soon as the words came out, the burly young man thought about it for a while, then nodded, and asked how many dollar bills are there in many years?

The latter did not answer, but instead asked how many US dollars the other party needed.

Want to let him know the bottom line?There are no doors!

Hearing the words, the burly young man had no choice but to inquire about the price first. Hearing that it was [-] yuan, he thought it was too expensive, shook his head and wanted to leave.

After chatting for a while, can you let the other party go after many years?
impossible!
What's more, the other party was carrying a cross-body bag and put it in front of him to protect it. It was obvious that he had brought a lot of money.

For such a well-prepared big fish, how could it be possible to let the other party go for many years?

"Comrade, can we discuss it again..."

After many years of stopping each other, the two went to the corner next to them. After talking for a while, they started trading.

The 100-yuan dollar bill was sold at a price of [-] yuan.

A total of three hundred-dollar bills were exchanged, and if there were more, the price would be even lower.

It was obviously not the first time for this burly young man to come to Pigeon Market, and he was very clear about the price of foreign exchange.

Before leaving, he said for many years that he would come to him next time.

Looking at the back of the other party leaving, I happily collected the money for many years, and then started to make big purchases.

Rice, flour, sweet potatoes, etc., no matter whether they are coarse grains or fine grains, he has never let go.

These foods will be the rations for the next three years, so of course we must buy them vigorously.

However, when he walked to an empty dead end carrying more than 100 jin of purchased grain, three people suddenly appeared behind him, blocking him.

Fuck, am I being targeted?
Putting down the food for many years, watching the three people slowly approaching, his eyes suddenly stopped.

Because he saw one of them, and it was the chubby Erdao dealer who he had asked about the exchange rate before.

In the dark dead alley, you can't see the other person's face clearly, but you can see the other person's figure and outline.

"Three comrades, do you have anything to do with me?"

Before coming in, he looked back to see if there was anyone behind him, but he didn't expect that these three people were not only good at hiding, but also came so fast.

"Boy, you are very powerful. How dare you break the market rules and sell [-] dollar bills for [-] yuan? I'm really tired of working."

The reason why the black market is called a black market is because no one cares about it, so the prices are so outrageous.

After all, supply and demand determine market prices.

So many capitalists want to leave the capital without being known, so they can only come to places like Pigeon City to find suitable buyers.

Erdao traders control the entire market and make a lot of money.

As a person with vested interests, if you see someone breaking the hidden rules of the market, of course you must stop it in time.

"I'm not tired of working. I'm just asking for money. If you three have any tricks, just let them come."

For many years, I said in my heart that this trouble really cannot be avoided.

However, since you have encountered it, let's solve it smoothly.

A few minutes later, the three were lying on the ground, whining in pain as their mouths were tightly gagged by their clothes.

"Hey, I didn't expect you to have money, 50 pounds, 330 U.S. dollars, 50 seven fifty-two cents, and more than [-] catties of food stamps."

Looking at the money scavenged in his hand, he has not been polite for many years and just put it in his pocket.

For these second-hand dealers who give money to the boy, he took the money away, but it was the appearance fee paid by the other party.

For the three of them, this amount of money is at most a month or two of profit.

Carrying food and leaving the dead end, I came to the next door for many years, received the food in the space, and then left the Pigeon Market on the side of Deshengmen.

With the unexpected money and the 910 yuan exchanged with the burly young man, his cash once again exceeded 1000 yuan.

After leaving Pigeon City, he ran back to the elementary school near the courtyard and practiced for a while before returning home sweating profusely.

When entering the courtyard, the sky was completely bright.

Aunt Yan in the front yard was washing at the door, and Yan Jiedi was standing beside her, washing her face in a similar manner with a towel.

On the opposite side of the old Xu's house, Fan Zhaodi and Hu Meifeng were busy in the kitchen, bang bang, as if they were getting angry.

For many years, he walked straight through and walked towards the middle courtyard.

At the door of the ear room, San Xiaozhi and Xu Wumei were brushing their teeth. They seemed to regard this place as their home.

The gate of Jia's house was locked, and Yi Zhonghai sat on the steps, and greeted Nian Nian with a smile: "You went running again for Nian Nian?"
"Well, it's the sports meeting soon, let's hug Buddhism temporarily"

Many years have also answered, and the three little ones have already shouted.

"Third Uncle, you are back."

"Third Uncle, come and take a look, have I brushed my teeth clean?"

"Third Uncle, what did you buy back?"

The three little ones asked in a hurry, if not for their names, they would have thought this was a child of many years.

"Third brother, are you buying food?" Xu Wumei wanted to step forward to help, but her third brother called to the side.

In the living room, Qin Huairu also came out of the kitchen, looking at the two bags of food on the ground, she was very surprised.

"Brother Anian, wipe off your sweat first."

The virtuous woman was surprised and immediately brought a towel.

At this time, the three little ones opened the bag after obtaining the consent of their third uncle.

There are two big bags of grain, one bag is rice, the other bag is coarse grains and flour.

After seeing the food, San Xiaozhi and Xu Wumei were all stunned. They hurried to close the door of the living room and asked their third uncle and third brother.

"Seventy catties of rice, thirty catties of flour, and 45 catties of sweet potatoes."

hiss!
In the living room, Qin Huairu and the others all gasped.

Then, he listened to many years of exhortations:

"You can't tell outsiders that there is so much food at home, do you hear me?"

The three little ones all nodded repeatedly, Xu Weidong nodded, and licked his lips and said, "Uncle Third, can I help Aunt Third with work? I can do things like cleaning the table and mopping the floor."

"And me, third uncle, I can teach third aunt how to write."

"Fart, Xu Xiaoman, don't be ashamed of your three-legged cat kung fu. If you want to teach it, I will teach it."

"Stop arguing, let me teach sister-in-law how to write."

The four children are all scrambling to do things, with only one purpose, and that is to get food.

The family was separated last night, and the third uncle bought so much food just after the separation.

It is conceivable that the meals of the third uncle's family will definitely soar in the future.

In this case, then I must come to the third uncle's house for dinner.

As for the house in the front yard, no need to ask, it must be full of coarse grains.

Whether to eat coarse grains or fine grains, even a fool knows how to choose.

Many Nian and Qin Huairu looked at the four of them dumbfounded, and the former stopped him angrily:

"Don't even think about it. Your third aunt and I can do these tasks. Go to the front yard and have breakfast, or you will be late for class later."

As he said this, the four children did not leave.

I still want to continue Xiaozhi's love and reason, but I have opened the door for them for many years, let them hurry up and don't disturb the two-person world between me and your three aunts and three sisters-in-law.

As soon as these words came out, Qin Huairu's pretty face immediately turned red, and San Xiaozhi and Xu Wumei also laughed teasingly.

Although I was very sad, I still had to go to the front yard to eat.

In the living room, Qin Huairu brought out breakfast, which consisted of slightly yellowed steamed buns, millet porridge and shredded potatoes.

It's all staple food!

In later generations, these things are the food that people who lose weight fear most.

But in this day and age, not many families can afford such a breakfast.

"Well, it's delicious, Xiao Ru, your craftsmanship is really good."

"Brother Anian, eat more, you work very hard."

There were only two people having dinner, Qin Huairu looked at him with eyes full of love, not so shy and secretive.

After complimenting the other party, he went on to say:
"When you go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, remember to buy some red beans and sugar. We will make sugar buns tomorrow morning."

"If there are still hens in the market, I will buy two hens and put them at the door to lay eggs for food."

"For pork, forget it, and buy it tomorrow."

Now it is the commune period, and the average family can only raise two chickens, and they cannot raise more.

Of course, the collectives of factories are different, and they can be raised together.

It's just that he hasn't had that kind of thought for many years. He just wants to take care of his own little family. As for more things, how can he take care of them?

(End of this chapter)