Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 321, Mr. Hu comes to the door

Zhao Jianguo going to the cleaning team has no impact on him. I won't mess with you, so just thank God.

It's just that the next ration will be reduced, and those who have just entered society, such as eldest brother, Zhao Jianguo and Liu Yuanchao, will suffer.

Because I am no longer a student.

Therefore, the ration must be calculated according to ordinary workers.

"Let's eat dumplings tonight!"

The eldest sister was thinking about what to eat for dinner. After thinking for a while, she spoke.

Yang Xiaole didn't have any objections: "Okay, you can make noodles, eat dumplings with pickled cabbage and meat, and get some bacon and chop it in. By the way, leave it in the house, just cut the bacon into small dices, don't chop it."

"Hey, okay~"

Hearing this, the eldest sister went to get the vegetables with a smile.

Ding Ruolan felt strange for a while when she saw this scene.

Yang Xiaomei didn't ask his eldest brother, let alone his parents, just now, but asked Yang Xiaole alone.

You don’t need parental consent to eat meat?

And looking at Yang Xiaogang's unconcerned expression, it seemed that all this was normal.

"Sister Ruolan, do you want to eat the dumplings with pickled cabbage and bacon? If you don't want to eat them, please change them to something else!"

"Ah? I can do that. It would be nice to eat some. There is also meat!"

Ding Ruolan reacted and said with a smile.

Hearing this, the eldest sister went to make noodles with a smile.

I went over first and took out some sauerkraut. While doing it, I muttered: "I have to ask Aunt Liu to help make some sauerkraut. There is not much sauerkraut."

My mother, I can only make sauerkraut in winter without spoiling it, but it will spoil if I make it at other times.

Sour and smelly are not the same taste!

Yang Xiaole nodded: "Well, I'll ask Auntie to bring some Chinese cabbage another day."

Letting my aunt do it was naturally just an excuse.

Because Yangmei’s family is also a vegetable farmer.

No one understands the principle of relying on the mountain and eating the mountain, so no one feels strange that there are more dishes at home.

Just like Sun Fu in the soy sauce factory, he never bought soy sauce all year round, and even the courtyard was full of it, especially the leftover bean dregs from making soy sauce, which was also a good thing.

Several people were busy there. Ding Ruolan went over to help mix the noodles, and the eldest sister adjusted the fillings.

He was so busy that it was almost time for dinner, and Xizi came back in a hurry.

I feel hungry when I get home.

When I saw my second brother coming back, my eyes immediately lit up. The food at home would not be bad when my second brother comes back.

Fortunately, I still had some conscience, so I asked my dad how he was doing there. When I heard that my dad was doing well there, the things Yang Xiaole gave me wouldn't be too bad.

He was immediately left behind in his mind.

Yang Xiaole sat there, thinking about it in his heart.

There will be no more meat on the market soon. We have to get some bacon for our family before the end of the month, otherwise it will be hard to get pork later.

It's more comfortable to live alone in your own home.

No need to hide it.

At worst, eating dumplings every day will taste very bland.

After thinking about it, I decided to forget it and just eat it secretly at night as usual.

"Is Yang Guangzhi at home?"

Suddenly there was a shouting voice at the door.

"Ouch, Uncle Hu! Quick, come inside."

The one who spoke was my wife, Wang Qiuju.

Hu Laoji pretended to be angry and said: "What is it called?"

Hearing this, Wang Qiuju was stunned for a moment, thought for a while and then reacted: "Oh, uncle, uncle, look at my memory, come in and sit in the house."

This job belongs to the other party!

Although everyone knew it, she couldn't admit that the job was bought.

It's just that he doesn't understand why the other party is here at this time.

It's been almost two years.

The two families have never been in contact with each other.

Seeing this, Hu Laoji entered the house with his hands behind his back.

Yang Xiaole was also surprised, why did the old man come here at this time?

"Uncle Hu! Why are you here? Sit down. Brother, make some tea."

At home, Yang Xiaole naturally did not call Fang uncle.

Hu Laoji quickly stopped him, "You're welcome, don't do it."

After saying that, he looked outside and then whispered: "Actually...I came here this time to ask for something."

There was a trace of embarrassment in his words.

"This……"

Wang Qiuju looked confused.

But Yang Xiaole thought about it for a moment and suddenly understood what was going on.

Ginseng!

After thinking for a while, he said: "Uncle Hu, let's go into the room and talk."

After saying that, he took the lead into the back room.

The old man and Wang Qiuju nodded and followed into the back room.

But Wang Qiuju was curious for a while and naturally followed.

After entering the house, Yang Xiaole looked back and saw his mother coming in. He didn't pay attention, so he said to Hu Laojie: "Uncle Hu, is it about ginseng?"

I gave you a ginseng stick last time, I guess it has been effective for a long time.

Otherwise the other party won't come.

The old man saw Wang Qiuju's confused expression and felt strange. Didn't the other party know?

But he still stated his purpose.

"It's like this. My wife ate the ginseng you gave me last time. Although she didn't feel well, she could at least get out of bed. So I came over to ask if you can still get it."

When speaking, he looked at Wang Qiuju.

After all, he couldn't believe that his family didn't know about such a valuable thing.

But Wang Qiuju still looked at her son blankly: "Xiao Le, what's going on?"

Yang Xiaole smiled and explained: "Mom, do you remember what I told you? My master has an apprentice, Lao Ba, who went to the Northeast at the beginning of last year. Also, during the Chinese New Year last year, I didn't follow my master Did you go to the mountains? Just to Chanbai Mountain."

"Ang, it seems there is such a thing!"

But what does this have to do with ginseng!

Even if she has no experience, she still knows that ginseng is precious and only rich people can afford it.

Then I felt something was wrong: "No, you said you went to Tongzhou last time. Why did it become Changbai Mountain?"

Yang Xiaole pretended to be embarrassed and smiled: "If I say it's too far, wouldn't you disagree?"

Hearing this, Wang Qiuju gritted her teeth for a while.

Looking at my mother's expression, Yang Xiaole continued: "When we went to the mountains, Master took me to dig some. No, last time you asked me to see Aunt Hu, I took one with me."

As soon as these words came out, both people's eyes lit up.

Upon seeing this, Uncle Hu hurriedly said: "Um...can you give me one? Don't worry, I'll give you the money."

After saying that, she looked at him expectantly.

Wang Qiuju looked directly at him.

That means handing things over.

Yang Xiaole looked at the expressions of the two people, thought for a moment and asked: "Um...Uncle Hu, let me tell you the truth. The ginseng I gave you last time was wild ginseng from Changbai Mountain. It was about five years old. It's just that little thing." More than a hundred yuan. Of course, this is what my master told me later."

It can't be said that he knew it in advance.

Otherwise it doesn’t make sense.

In Tongrentang, a 3-gram ginseng stick, only three years old, costs more than 3 yuan.

The one he had was more than five years old, and although it weighed fresh ginseng, it was definitely not light. It should have weighed ten grams.

More than a hundred is less than that.

You should know that ginseng is divided into grades. The grade represents the year and the grade represents the weight.

Since ancient times, seven taels have been regarded as ginseng and eight taels have been regarded as treasures. It can be seen that weight is also very important for ginseng.

Because of the environmental factors in which ginseng grows, it is difficult to grow.

Of course, this is talking about wild ginseng, not understory ginseng or garden ginseng.

When Wang Qiuju heard this, she almost fainted.

More than a hundred dollars.

Just give it away like this?

Looking at the expressions of the two people, Yang Xiaole continued; "But I still have a few in my hand that are from the 10th century."

Hu Laojie smiled awkwardly when he heard this: "Um...you are talking about the price at the pharmacy. The price charged should not be so much."

After finishing speaking, he said with some embarrassment: "I don't mean anything else, it's just that... I don't have that much money!"

He does have some money.

After all, Yang Xiaole's family gave him four hundred yuan last time.

It won’t be all spent in less than two years.

But both of them are out of work, and only he has some pension, which is barely enough to live on.

After Yang Xiaole listened, he pondered over it. To give or not to give is a headache.

If so, how do you collect the money?

It doesn't make sense to charge too little, but it makes the old man bankrupt to buy it if he charges too much. To be honest, he doesn't feel good about it.

The old man and his work were fully paid for, and the asking price was not low.

But the old man was still very principled. He didn't come to take advantage of the situation while the rural people were being cleared out, which was already considered a good thing.

After all, this thing is basically the same as cabbage in his dimension.

If not given.

Isn't it a little too cruel?

Thinking of this, he hesitated and said, "Uncle Hu, do you think it's okay if I go back and ask?"

When Uncle Hu heard this, he hesitated.

He wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't open his mouth and nodded slightly: "Okay, I'll wait for your news. Then I'll go back first."

"Hey, good!"

Upon seeing this, Yang Xiaole walked out and sent the other person to the door, watching the old man leave alone.

After he left, everyone in the room looked at him.

Wang Qiuju asked directly: "What's going on?"

Yang Xiaole shrugged: "Isn't that the case? Didn't I just say it!"

"You brat, you just gave away more than 100 yuan worth of ginseng? Huh?"

Wang Qiuju was so angry that she almost fainted.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole said helplessly: "That one was given as a gift. They said it was dug from the mountain and it was free of charge."

"Then you can't waste it like this? Didn't you say there is more? Where are the rest?"

"How can we treat someone's illness as a waste?"

"Is that what I meant? I'm not saying that treating people is a waste, but you are treating it like cabbage."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole rolled his eyes: "The things are at my master's place!!"

When Wang Qiuju heard that she was at Suo Ye's place, she struggled for a while and finally gave up: "Don't waste the remaining things. Bring them back to me someday."

Yang Xiaole curled his lips when he heard this.

Ignore him.

Looking at his expression, Wang Qiuju muttered with a distressed expression, and finally left the room angrily and went out to wash herself.

After they left, several people looked at him strangely.

Ding Ruolan asked strangely: "What's going on?"

The eldest brother also shook his head in confusion: "How could I know!"

Then he asked him: "What's going on?"

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole repeated what he said before.

This statement caused a few people to be surprised.

The eldest brother was curious for a while: "You went to dig ginseng? This thing is quite expensive! Is it easy to dig? Tell me!"

Yang Xiaole turned around and glanced at Wang Qiuju who came back angrily.

He withdrew his eyes and kept talking nonchalantly without blushing: "Actually, it's nothing, but it's quite interesting. When I went to climb the mountains, I was led by a man who was familiar with the local area. That man was called the boss, and that was the master. friend."

Damn it, luckily I have seen a lot of Douyin videos about this in my previous life, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to make sense of this nonsense.

Looking at the people who were listening carefully, Yang Xiaole continued to talk: "Hey, there are a lot of rules when hiking in the mountains. When you go, the number of people is odd, because they think ginseng is also a person, and when you come back, it is even. Otherwise, there will be no Geely, you have to worship the mountain god when you go into the mountains!"

"Also! Don't call ginseng over there, call it Bangchui. When you see ginseng, shout Bangchui. But when you are looking for ginseng, don't shout randomly. If you see something, you can't call it by name, otherwise you have to Carry it. If you see a big rock and call out: "Stone," you have to carry it."

The eldest sister stopped moving her hands when she heard this.

He asked in surprise: "Then what if I encounter a snake and it screams?"

"Take it with you, this is the rule there! Don't tell me, someone called the snake, then put the snake in a backpack and carried it with you, and then released it when it came out."

He had actually seen this before.

"Ah? What if I bite you?"

"What can I do? You don't know how to put a snake in a bamboo tube!"

Yang Xiaole said something, and then continued: "If you encounter ginseng, you have to tie it with a red rope with copper coins, because ginseng can run away..."

After he finished speaking, several people listened with great interest.

Seeing the expressions of several people, Yang Xiaole's mouth twitched. Fortunately, these people didn't understand.

Anyone who has spent time near Changbai Mountain will probably spit on his face when they hear his words.

What fool would dig ginseng in the mountains in the middle of winter?

Of course, in ancient times, it was not that no one dug ginseng in winter. It had to be experienced ginseng diggers who dug it when there was no snow.

This has generally been marked before.

Or when hunting in winter, it might be dug up when encountered.

It seems that he also has the potential of a storyteller!

Seeing how many people wanted to ask questions, Yang Xiaole hurriedly said: "I'll go out for a while and come back later!"

After saying that, he slipped away immediately.

A few people were left talking among themselves.

After Yang Xiaole came out, he quietly entered the space and looked at a patch of green ginseng seedlings with red tops.

Ginseng bears fruit once a year, and there are no birds here except bees.

There are a lot of newly released ginseng next to it, and the vintages are also uneven.

The longest-lasting ginseng is ten-year-old ginseng, and there are also some 9- to 1-year-old ginseng, but the quantity is not particularly large.

In his view, quality is more important than quantity.

A hundred-year-old ginseng is worth countless years and eight years.

After looking around and thinking for a moment, I dug out a few ten-year-old ginseng.

Anyway, he has more than 200 of these things, and nine years has turned into ten years after one month, so naturally there is nothing to feel bad about.

Carefully clean the ginseng, hang it directly under the peach tree and let it dry naturally.

It will also be useful in the future.

After doing it, he came out of the space and walked towards Mr. Hu's house.

Hey!

Still can’t bear it!

…………

Hu Laojie sighed and returned home. He looked at his wife sitting on the edge of the bed, frowned and said, "Okay, what are you doing down here? Lie on the bed! Fiddle around all day long."

The old lady was not angry about this either.

"I feel uncomfortable after lying down for too long. Please sit up and get more comfortable."

Hearing this, the old man didn't say anything. He came to the bedside table and touched the enamel jar.

Seeing that the temperature was not very hot, I went over and added some hot water and handed it to her.

The old lady habitually took it, took a sip, and placed it in the palm of her hand.

Looking at the old man in front of her, she muttered: "Okay, don't bother with ginseng! It's so expensive, I've ruined this place."

The old man ignored her when he heard this.

Flush the boiling water from the stove, replace it with new one, and seal the stove.

I poured some warm water for the old lady to wash her face, and then sat there with a glass of water.

"Uncle Hu!"

As soon as the old man sat down, a shout came from the door.

Hearing the sound, the old man got up quickly.

Already know who is coming.

After coming out, seeing Yang Xiaole's empty hands, Mr. Hu looked a little disappointed.

But he still asked: "What's wrong?"

Yang Xiaole looked around and then said: "Um...Uncle Hu, it's like this. My master still has some things. You can see how much I can give you."

What he originally meant was, let's give him a little.

Just think about it.

There's no need to break the bank.

There was no mention of the year.

When the old man heard this, his eyes lit up, and then he thought about it.

In fact, he was also curious about something, that is, after eating the previous ginseng, he went to the pharmacy and bought another one.

But the effect is not very good.

Seeing that the old lady's health began to deteriorate again, he wondered if the ginseng given by Yang Xiaole was better.

I went through it bit the bullet.

But now that he was asked to pay the price, he felt a little distressed, what if it was of no use!

Seeing his troubled expression, Yang Xiaole did not embarrass him and said directly: "You think about it again, I'm going back first. I'll come back in a few days."

But he still came to his senses: "But let's talk about it first! Although I dug this myself, it can't be lower than fifty!"

After all, the purchase price is different from the price of Tong Ren Tang Pharmacy.

But fifty is already half buy and half free.

(End of this chapter)