Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 165, Broken Hou
Lin Kun was also disappointed when he heard that there was no more meat, but he didn't ask any more questions.

It's just that the ration has been reduced again, which gave him a headache for a while.

For a family of four, four tickets were issued this month, a total of 6 taels.

I went to the butcher shop here, but I often couldn't buy it, and it was sold out in the morning.

Not just meat, but other meats as well.

After Yang Xiaole found out the situation clearly, she was about to leave, and then she stood up: "Brother Lin, that's what I came here for today, everything else is fine, thank you! I'll go back first."

Hearing his words, Lin Kun put down the bowl and chopsticks and sent him to the door of the house.

Yang Xiaole came to the courtyard, winked at Lin Junsheng and Lin Junhu, and then walked out of the courtyard.

And the two of them followed after seeing this.

Lin Kun didn't care either. During this period of time, he still knew about the fierce fight between his son and the other party.

After coming out, he didn't leave, and there were two people waiting at the door.

"Uncle Mouse!"

After the two came out, they greeted him.

Yang Xiaole nodded, looked behind him, saw no one was coming, and whispered to the two of them: "Dalong, Xiaohu, you two are going to pull the scooter with your father and the others, right?"

Lin Junhu's father is Lin Fei, who is regarded as Lin Kun's younger brother.

The two looked at each other and nodded.

"Well, my father said that after the new year, I might not be allowed to go on the scooter, but I will run with them on the scooter first. What's the matter, Uncle Mouse?"

Lin Junhu asked strangely.

They also talked about this matter when they chatted before, but I don't know why he still asked.

Yang Xiaole put his hands behind his back and said: "It's nothing, that is, from now on, you two will follow me. If you have nothing to do on the side of the cart team, you can go, but if I call you, you have to be on call, and you have to follow me for a month. But don't worry, I'll make up for your labor, just a little more, how about it?"

Get these two down first, and slowly catch the rest who can't go to school.

Not in a hurry.

With these two iron bumps, everything will be much more convenient.

Seeing this, the two looked at each other, hesitated.

Seeing the expressions of the two, Yang Xiaole said directly: "Don't worry, what I asked you to do will not be dangerous, and nothing will happen. If you are asked to do dangerous things, you don't have to do it! What's more, follow me in the future, so that you will not be hungry in the future."

The two pondered for a while when they heard this, and finally nodded.

But Lin Junsheng thought about it for a while, and said: "OK, I will listen to Uncle Mouse from now on. But I have to go back and discuss it with my father."

Yang Xiaole thought about it for a while, then shook her head: "Don't talk about it, you two will work with me for a while, if you can do it, if you can't, just pretend it's nothing, okay."

Hearing the words, the two thought for a while and agreed.

When Yang Xiaole saw that the matter was settled, she waved her hand: "Okay, let's go back. I still have things to do!"

And he himself pushed his bicycle and left.

Seeing him leave, the two went back.

I have to go to school soon!

But since they knew that they would not be allowed to go to school for half a year next year, the two actually had no intention of going to school.

Yang Xiaole was walking on the road. At this moment, he thought of a backup way out, and he could still wander around in his career.

That's Mr. Baner.

The cart master has two parts of income, one is that most of the orders come from the train station, and the orders of major units are dispatched at the service station.

There is also a kind of soliciting private work for others, such as moving house, pulling things and so on.

The flexibility is very good.

It's very suitable for an impatient person like him.

Doing more and doing less is not what you say.

But this is just one of them, and I will ponder over it slowly to see if there is any good way.

Riding a bicycle went straight to Dashilan.

As a well-known commercial street in Kyoto, Dashilan is home to many time-honored brands.

There are pubs, restaurants, teahouses, cinemas...

Give him a feeling of coming to the old street of later generations.

Moreover, there are quite a few small stalls setting up stalls nearby. After asking for a long time, I finally found the "Louzhuzhang" stall that Lin Kun mentioned in a corner.

However, it is already past lunch time at this point, and people don't open until around four o'clock in the afternoon.

have to.

I ran away for nothing.

Since he was not there, he was not in a hurry to leave, anyway, it was still early, less than two o'clock.

Pushing the cart, I looked at an old-fashioned tavern.

Front Door Tavern.

He stood at the door curiously and looked.

Even though it's past the time to eat, there are still quite a few people inside, exuding a smell of wine.

Yang Xiaole thought for a while, but decided to go in and have a look.

Sometimes there are many good wines in this kind of old shop, and this kind of shop basically sells loose wine, no ticket required.

But he also has some tickets.

Except for famous wines, there are special tickets, and all others are unified wine tickets.

The car stopped at the door and went in to have a look.

A group of old men and uncles were chatting and bragging.

The accent of the old Kyoto, which is full of words, sounds very authentic.

Kyoto has been the imperial capital for hundreds of years, and there are people from all over the world. In fact, most of the accents are the Kyoto accent of their native dialect.

There are exquisite blue and white jugs on the table, and even the dishes are exquisite and simple tableware.

Yang Xiaole just glanced at it, knowing that these are all things from folk kilns, but if they are stored in the future, they are still worth eight thousand pieces.

Glancing around.

There are only two waiters in the store.

A young woman in her 30s and an old man with big eyes.

After Yang Xiaole came in, she went straight to the service desk, where she saw several wine jars and a few bamboo wine hangers on them.

"Sister! I want to ask you something. Do you have any good wine, or old wine? Our old man is good wine. I'm thinking about buying some wine for him."

The young woman was reckoning, and raised her head when she heard this.

He said with a professional smile: "That depends on what your old man likes. Everyone's taste is different."

Yang Xiaole looked at the other person's face, was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Oh, the old man likes to drink Niulanshan and Fenjiu."

The other party has a melon-seeded face, with a delicate face and very good-looking.

"oh, I see!"

The young woman thought for a while when she heard his words, and finally said: "Is the price negotiable?"

"The price is fine, as long as there is good wine."

"There are a few jars of old wine, but the price is a bit expensive. A jar of ten catties, unopened, costs 1 yuan per catty. Sell it without opening it! Tickets are required."

After finishing speaking, continue to settle accounts.

When Yang Xiaole heard the price, he also felt that the price of this wine was indeed extremely high.

You must know that the most expensive Maotai now is only two yuan, seven cents and eight cents a bottle, which is about one catty per bottle.

It is indeed an expensive wine.

Ordinary loose wine costs only two or three cents a catty, and ordinary people in the city can afford it.

But the more expensive the better.

Then he asked: "Sister, is there anything special about this wine? The price is okay, if it's good, I'll take it."

Hearing this, the young woman raised her head in surprise.

The reason why this wine has not been sold is because it is too expensive, and the more it is released, the more expensive it becomes.

Another reason is to ask for tickets.

It's not that no one can afford to drink it, but that few people can afford to drink it, and gradually it will not be sold.

But she didn't care about other things if someone bought it, she just smiled and said: "This wine was brought from the old workshop in Niulanshan before liberation, and it has been stored here for more than ten years."

Yang Xiaole nodded, just the old wine that has been kept for more than ten years is worth buying.

And it is recommended by the store.

Not bad!
"That's fine, you help me get a jar, I'll take it away!"

After finishing speaking, he put ten catties of wine tickets and 18 yuan on the table.

Seeing this, the young woman counted the money and wine tickets, and called out to the old man in the store: "Lao Cai, go to the backyard and bring a jar of Laojiao out."

Then he smiled at Yang Xiaole and said, "Wait a minute, I'll be here in a while."

"Hey, okay, let's go now."

After getting the order, the old man took the drinking utensils back and went to the back yard.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole got out of the way.

Because an old man in shabby clothes came over next to him: "Shopkeeper Xu, here are two liang of burning knives, and then a dish of peanuts."

The other party was not tall, with a thin body, short hair, and a sack and a poker on his back.

"Bratty Hou, I've said it all, you can't call me shopkeeper Xu anymore, it's not good for people to hear."

The young woman complained with a smile, and then teased: "Master Hou, why are you willing to come here for a drink today!"

"Hey, I am happy today, there is a happy event!"

The man smiled triumphantly, then found a place to sit down with a smile.

How about saying hello to the people next to you: "Hey, Master Niu, you are auspicious!"

"Hey, Lord Hou, you are auspicious!"

……

Yang Xiaole watched it with gusto, it is rare to see this scene now.

After waiting for a while, the old man brought out the wine, took the hemp rope, and was packing the jar, making a knot that could be lifted.

"Troubled ones, collect the tattered ones?"

This reminded him of the rags mentioned by the aunt who went to sell bowls the other day, and that his father's things were sold to a rag collector.

Then think of the other party's joy.

It made him suspicious for a while.

There's no connection between the two, right?

"Little comrade, things are ready, can you move them?"

Shopkeeper Xu's voice came, disrupting his thoughts.

Yang Xiaole came back to his senses and looked at the wine jar that was pitch black outside and its mouth was still sealed with mud.

He smiled and said, "It's okay, I can move it!"

After finishing speaking, I went to try my hand at it, and the jar weighed more than 20 kilograms.

Without taking it away, she smiled at her and said, "Elder Sister, do you have more wine here? If it tastes good, I'll buy some later."

"Not much more, there are still six jars!"

Shopkeeper Xu responded with a smile.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole nodded, thinking of the mess just now, his eyes rolled.

He took the wine jar and left.

After coming out, he took the wine jar with one hand, pushed the cart and left.

When I came to an alley on the main street, I went in, put the wine jar and bicycle into the space, and took out the Yuan Qinghua.

After waiting in the alley for a long time, he carried Yuan Qinghua to the tavern.

Head straight to the bar.

"Sister, I want to ask something. If I want all your wine, can you send the rest to a place for me?"

Hearing this, the other party was about to speak.

The old man next to him said directly: "Success, where do you want to send it, I will send it to you."

Yang Xiaole said with a smile: "I'll just ask. It would be convenient if I can give it away. I'll come over and buy it after I'm done drinking."

Hearing that it was not a purchase, the other party was disappointed.

Continue to work.

Seeing the figure approaching, Yang Xiaole smiled, the fish is still hooked!
I saw the trash picker coming over and circled around him a few times.

The itchy mentality in his heart was directly on his face.

"That...little comrade, can you let me palm your eyes? Look at this thing?"

Poor Hou looked at him and asked with a smile.

Yang Xiaole glanced at him and said with a smile: "Success, what's the matter, but I have to give this away!"

"Hey, thank you!"

Broken Hou was happy for a while, and after finishing speaking, he wanted to tell him to put the things on the table.

But Yang Xiaole has already done it.

Seeing his actions, Poor Hou was stunned.

It seems that the other party is not a person who doesn't understand anything!
He didn't say anything, seeing Yang Xiaole let go, he picked up the things and looked at them.

After just looking around, he put the things down.

Then he said with a smile: "You put away the things, thank you!"

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Yang Xiaole nodded with a smile, came to the bar and asked, "Can you sell me a noodle bag so I can pack it."

The young woman looked at it, but without making a sound, she took a flour bag from under the bar and handed it to him.

"how much is it?"

"Forget it! No money!"

After the young woman finished speaking, she continued to bow her head to make accounts.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole was not pretentious, thanked her, put her things away and left the tavern.

Watching him leave, Poor Hou pondered for a while, went back and took his things and prepared to leave.

"Hey, my lord! I haven't finished the wine yet! Where are you going!"

Broken Hou said with a smile: "I am happy today, thank you!"

After speaking, he took his things and left.

There were also people's laughing voices behind him, obviously they were already quite familiar people.

……

After Yang Xiaole came out with the things, he was not in a hurry.

It depends on whether the other party can recognize it. If you can recognize this, it means that the other party is a powerful person.

As for whether the father's things are in his hands, it is not important anymore.

Because he had already reacted at this time, because of his age, he didn't think much about it before.

At this time, it reminded him of a TV series.

Under the Zhengyang Gate.

Because the old tattered Hou in the TV series was a character in the 70s, but now he is around [-], maybe less than [-].

Well maintained and doesn't look very old.

(Leave a foreshadowing first, in case someone reports rectification, if necessary, put on a layer of skin. Those who understand should understand!)

If it is really in the hands of the other party, it is estimated that the possibility of getting it back is not very high.

This guy belongs to Pixiu, he just eats but doesn't pull.

And this thing is not buried in his hands.

But he still wants to get it back, and he is really relieved to keep the good things in his own hands.

After walking for a while, someone called him behind him: "Little comrade, wait a minute!"

Yang Xiaole carried the sack and turned to look at it.

After he came up and approached, Yang Xiaole smiled and said: "Uncle, what's the matter?"

After the other party came over, he looked at him and said with a smile: "Little comrade, I just want to ask, do you intend to sell this thing? The price can be negotiated!"

Yang Xiaole looked around and asked, "Is it right here?"

Hearing his words, Potty Hou also felt inappropriate, and said with a smile: "Come with me, let's walk down the alley and talk slowly."

Yang Xiaole pretended to hesitate, and finally nodded: "Okay, but you have to tell me about this thing."

Then the two got into the small alley on the side of the commercial street together.

After entering, there were a lot fewer people inside.

Broken Hou said with a smile: "This object of yours is from a folk kiln in the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. However, the tire color is round and the painting is meticulous. It is also the best inside."

After finishing speaking, he said as if he didn't believe it: "If you don't believe me, look, there is no signature here. You are not a person who doesn't know anything, and you are also an expert. You know that there must be signatures in official kilns, right?

And this thing is not something from Kyoto, it must have been scoured from someone who touched gold, right? "

Regardless of Yang Xiaole's age, let's praise her first.

In his opinion, the most difficult thing to deal with are two kinds of people. One kind doesn't understand anything, and he thinks it's a good thing when you talk about hype.

I met an aunt that day, she was such a person.

There is another kind of person who is really knowledgeable, and this kind of person will definitely not be fooled.

But someone like Yang Xiaole, who looks young and should know a little bit, is the best to be fooled.

This kind of person likes to pretend to understand.

Yang Xiaole naturally knew the gold toucher.

Cao Cao had no military expenses back then, so he established the official position of Lieutenant Mojin, which was a great way to dig people's ancestral graves.

Later, the people who dug the graves all regarded themselves as the successors of Mojin.

If he didn't know this in his previous life, he would really have believed the other party's words.

But he also asked curiously: "Uncle, you said that this thing didn't come from Kyoto, how do you say that?"

Poor Hou knew that he had said the wrong thing.

Because there is a source for this thing, but once the source is mentioned, it will naturally be revealed.

It's impossible to miss it.

Then he pretended to think for a while and smiled, "I'm getting old and my memory is not very good. I used to remember an allusion, but now I forgot it. I'll go read the book some other day."

After finishing speaking, he changed the subject and said, "How about it? Think about it! Although yours is a folk kiln, it can be regarded as a fine product in a folk kiln. How about I pay [-]?"

Yang Xiaole rolled her eyes, she was darker than a cultural relic store!

Then he shook his head: "I'm sorry, I just bought this because I saw it looked good. I'm going to send this to the old man at home to raise flowers for him."

Hearing this, Poorhou knew he couldn't be in a hurry anymore.

Otherwise, it will really be exposed.

Then he pretended to be sorry and said, "Forget it, a gentleman doesn't take what others like. By the way, where do you live?"

My heart is still a little bit unwilling to give up.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole smiled, if the other party is really the one he knows, it is really possible for the other party to chase him home.

I think I lived in someone's house shamelessly for a piece of Ming Dynasty furniture.

Thinking of this, he smiled and asked, "Uncle, don't worry about where I live. Tell me where you live. If I want to change hands someday, I will go to you directly. Do you think so?"

Hearing what he said, the old man knew that the other party was also a shrewd person.

It's not a problem to get entangled any longer.

In the end, he nodded and said, "Well, when you think it over, you can come to me. I live at No. 136 Yanzhi Hutong. My surname is Hou. You can call me Broken Hou."

"Bratty! Well, I remember. That's it!"

Yang Xiaole pretended to remember it.

Broken Hou wanted to say something, but in the end he hesitated and didn't say it.

After saying hello, the two separated in the alley.

Yang Xiaole looked at the back of the other party leaving, pondered for a while, and finally left with a smile.

(End of this chapter)