Interstellar Gardener Life

Chapter 20 Two Gold Cakes and a Stone [Recommendation ticket plus 1]
The alley where Old Wu is located, to be precise, is called Shuguang New Street, and it is not as narrow as the old-fashioned alley.At least one car, even a novice on the road, can drive in it.

If people on both sides of the road are willing to remove the debris piled up at the door, the dinner table and chairs, the brick flower beds, etc., then two cars can easily drive opposite each other, and there is still room in the middle. Plant a green belt.

Zhang Fu told Jiang Ling: "In the early 80s, this was the busiest place in Jinghai City. At that time, the city government hadn't moved to the east." His tone was emotional, with a little nostalgia.

Jiang Ling nodded, looked around, and found that the houses on both sides did not have one-story houses, and there were no gates or walls on the side facing the outside; on the contrary, they were all two-story buildings, and the first floor was all storefronts. pattern.However, most of the former storefront houses are now residential buildings.Some people call them rough-handed plasterers, and you can still see the boundary between new bricks and new cement, and old bricks and old cement when the big shop windows facing the street are sealed off on the walls.

Perhaps in another 30 years, this place will also become a residential landscape?
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Lao Wu's house is in the middle of the alley.I don't know if the room I entered was the living room or the utility room.There are reclining chairs, wicker chairs, and small wooden stools, which are enough for a dozen people to sit on, but the place is not big enough.There are still clothes that have just been collected in a mess.Old-fashioned shirts, big pants, and elementary school uniforms.

Although the house is messy, the owner should be living comfortably.Because on the small round table next to the recliner, there was a large bowl of grilled escargot with pickle juice, and only two of them were eaten.The snail shells were thrown into the bamboo-handled pan beside the table, which was made of half-inch-wide chemical fiber packing tape, which was woven by hand.Opposite the big bowl, there is another clumsy old-fashioned player, the one with three functions, recording and reading tapes, singing babblingly.The volume of the machine was turned very low, and no words could be heard, probably Huangmei Opera, or Yue Opera?
Jiang Ling shook her head with a smile.She doesn't listen to these things, she doesn't understand them, but she is familiar with them, and she is familiar with the charm.

Zhang Fu walked around while turning left and right, and smiled: "The things are in the storefront room at the front, and this is the back door of his house. The front door has to be detoured, trouble—Old Wu, where is he? I'm here."

"Woof!" The answer to Zhang Fu was a dog barking.It was an adult black-backed man. With a cry, he still squatted on the spot, neither wagging his tail nor getting up and jumping up. He half-stretched his tongue and stared at the visitor.

Jiang Ling was taken aback.After all, it was a large dog, and Jiang Ling rarely saw it, so she couldn't help being a little scared.Fortunately, the black back was tied with an iron chain, and the other end was tied to the water pipe in the corner of the yard.Jiang Ling probed at the door of the house to check for certainty, then went down the steps, and walked around far away against the other side of the courtyard wall.

Zhao Yonggang has been following Jiang Ling, and at this moment he said something unprecedented: "It's okay, it has a very good temper."

Jiang Ling turned her head and smiled at Zhao Yonggang: "I don't understand, I've never had a dog before." I couldn't help but look at the black back a few more times; it's just that I was too timid to go over and try myself.

Zhao Yonggang nodded slightly, walked over by himself, patted the black back, and smoothed its hair.The black back is cozy and intimate, it seems that one person and one dog are very familiar with each other.

Zhang Fu turned his head and saw that Jiang Ling was not there. He turned his head again and found that Jiang Ling had slipped so far away. He couldn't help being amused: "This guy is a big name. I only called out to you when I saw you today, little sister. An old man like me doesn't care. I can't be bothered."

A joking voice came from the front: "Who cares, come here as soon as you come, and welcome warmly?"

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In front of the yard, opposite to the small two-story building, there is a large one-story house, which is the storefront house.There is a double door that opens into the courtyard.The building is solid and the structure is simple. It looks like an old warehouse.

Jiang Ling followed Zhang Fu in, and immediately saw two guests in old-fashioned sportswear in the corner of the room, carefully caressing a grayish-yellow stone.They frowned, focused their eyes, and acted like no one else, making them very conspicuous in a room.

In addition to the two who looked at the stone, there were eight people.They all gathered at the door here, not bothering the two of them, and even their voices were deliberately kept low.So much so that in such a big store, the atmosphere was a bit solemn.

One of the chubby middle-aged men stood beside a 1.9-meter-ten strong man, looked at Zhang Fu, and sighed at Old Wu: "Boss Wu..." He was quite complaining.

Zhang Fu also nodded at the same person: "Old Wu."

That old Wu's hair is almost completely white, but he is in good spirits. Just looking at his face, he seems to be only 40 years old.He nodded to Zhang Fu, counting it as a greeting; he took a puff of cigarette, popped out a cigarette, handed it to the middle-aged man, and lit him a fire, then he laughed, and he was flying through the clouds beautifully, not Say more.

The middle-aged man took a puff helplessly, squeezed the cigarette down with two fingers, and squeezed his face at Zhang Fu as if he had a toothache: "Hey, Boss Zhang, come and see!"

Jiang Ling always felt that his "ah" was more like "ah".

Zhang Fu was half a head taller than Boss Zhou, and said with a smile, "Yes. Boss Zhou looks very good today." He took out a cigarette and smoked it.Except for Jiang Ling and the two guests, each had one, but he didn't smoke.At his age, smoking and drinking should naturally be restrained.

Among the remaining five people, two more talked to Zhang Fu.One of them was about twenty, with a round face, more respectful, and he was Mr. Wu's buddy.The other Zhang Fu called Boss Wei was handsome and only in his early thirties, about the same as Boss Zhou, with a face like "I'm dead."

But Boss Wei was also very interesting. He looked at the cigarette holder, gave a light "Yo", and hooked his fingers at Zhang Fu.Zhang Fu shook his head, took out his pocket, and threw him a brand new unopened bag.As soon as Boss Wei grabbed it, he put it in his pocket with a smile on his face: "Finally it didn't come in vain."

The others just said thanks, or nodded and took their cigarettes.Some twitched, some tucked their ears behind, and looked unfamiliar.

Jiang Ling watched silently, already knowing it in his heart; seeing Boss Wei asking Zhang Fu for cigarettes, he smiled slightly.

Apparently the owner was neither a guest of the throwaway nor the owner of the place that week.Then, he was either watching the fun, or he was the same as Zhang Fu - he didn't gamble, he got the information.Judging by the expression just now, it should be the latter, a competitor.

As for Lao Wu, since he knew Zhang Fu well, it was reasonable for him to call Zhang Fu if there were customers in his store who wanted to get rid of wool.After all, if something good comes out, a few bosses come to bid for it, and the purchase price will be good.In this way, if Lao Wu opens the door to do business here, he will be more famous when he speaks out, and the business will be better.

Therefore, even if Boss Zhou saw Lao Wu calling with his own eyes, there was no reason not to let him, otherwise he would be blocking people's way of making money.And Lao Wu handed him a cigarette to light the fire, which was considered to be enough face.

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Jiang Ling looked at them, and they also looked at Jiang Ling - no way, a room full of men.Even the black back in the yard is male.

Boss Zhou still asked: "Boss Zhang, is your friend... introduce us?"

Zhang Fu waved his hand: "Little kid, I just came to watch the excitement."

Boss Zhou said "Oh" and didn't mention the introduction.

Jiang Ling noticed that as soon as Zhang Fu uttered the word "children", the eyes of Boss Zhou and others immediately restrained a lot.Jiang Ling didn't understand the difference. Anyway, it can be seen that the "friend" that the bosses talk about is not the same concept as the "friend" that Jiang Ling defined.

The two guests were still looking at the stone at this time, discussing a few words in a low voice from time to time.Look at the appearance, will there be any movement in a while.But Jiang Ling thought it was getting late, turned back to the yard, walked to the other side, and called home.

Because it was Saturday, in the afternoon, Hu Haiyan fried some flour and dragged the small yellow croakers, dipped them in rice vinegar, and ate a dim sum.So at this moment, the couple are not hungry yet.So in the end, Jiang Ling agreed with them to wait until six o'clock.At six o'clock, no matter whether Jiang Ling arrived home or not, dinner was served.If it was later, Jiang Ling was afraid of delaying their walk.

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Jiang Ling hung up the phone, half-stretched and turned around, just in time to see Heibei grinning, stretching his front paws, pulling his head out from between Zhao Yonggang's chest and arms.Zhao Yonggang didn't take it seriously, he patted Heibei's head, and stroked the hair on the back of the black dog.

One person and one dog, one is squatting on the ground, the other is sitting on the edge of the red brick flower bed, having a good time.The two roses in the flower bed behind are growing strong and strong.There are more than [-] flowers in full bloom, half-opened, and buds.One is bright red, the other is orange, the colors are gorgeous and very eye-catching.

Jiang Ling took out the phone she put away without knowing it, selected a good scene, and pressed the shutter.As a result, Jiang Ling couldn't help but take a few pictures in succession.

There was plenty of daylight and the fill light didn't work.But after taking the first picture, the black back over there gave Jiang Ling a soft "bark", which sounded like a greeting or a protest.Zhao Yonggang then noticed the noise, saw that it was Jiang Ling, patted Hei's back, stood up with a smile.

Suddenly, Jiang Ling was not afraid of the big dog, and greeted Zhao Yonggang with a smile and nod. He simply took a few more photos, and when he was satisfied, he walked over and said, "It's a pity to miss it. Give me the number, so I can send the photos to you." Here you go. Let me keep a backup if you think it's okay?"

Heibei sniffed Jiang Ling, and looked at the two with his tongue half stuck out.

Jiang Ling said it calmly and politely, Zhao Yonggang's slight embarrassment disappeared, he nodded and reported a series of numbers, then thought of something, and said embarrassingly: "Mine can only make calls, but cannot receive MMS."

Digital products are getting cheaper every year.Now, if a mobile phone worth more than 500 yuan does not have 1000 to 200 million pixels, businesses are afraid to sell it.If you can only make phone calls, it is a copycat version of [-] yuan.But judging from Zhang Fu's attitude towards Zhao Yonggang, it's not like he only gave one or two thousand a month.

So Jiang Ling felt a little strange.But most of the time it's because the family is burdened, so it's hard for her to say anything.At the moment, I still saved the number, checked it again and there was no mistake, and said: "Then I will copy it to the USB flash drive for you. I have a lot of things in the USB flash drive, and they are all gifts. You don't have to return it to me later."

A small thing like a U disk is low in cost and commonly used.Therefore, when digital merchants hold promotional activities, they distribute them everywhere from time to time.A few girls from the translation company went shopping every day to lose weight, so Jiang Ling, who was not on the diet, also visited a bunch.

Zhao Yonggang couldn't help being happy when he heard Jiang Ling's words sound like a note paper: "Okay."

At this time, the two guests finally came out holding the stone.The three bosses all followed, and all the spectators were not missed.Still, no one laughed loudly, and the atmosphere was strangely serious.

The round-faced boy rushed ahead, and Old Wu gave his hand, and the two of them lifted the oilcloth at the opposite corner of the yard, revealing a machine.

Jiang Ling had never seen it, but had heard of it, and asked Zhao Yonggang in a low voice, "Stone cutter?"

Zhao Yonggang nodded and stared over there: "It's about to start." Seeing that Jiang Ling seemed to be fine, he pondered for a while, and deliberately reminded: "That piece of wool is 18."

When Jiang Ling heard it, she suddenly felt a little absurd—the price of her two gold ingots was not as expensive as this one stone?This gap finally made Jiang Ling faintly realize that her life had begun to change because of that "plum".

(End of this chapter)