Siheyuan: Chasing Me Out, Still Want Me to Help?

"Yo, is it an old item from the Qianlong period?"

With multiple screens, Ye Chen could see at a glance that the two Taishi chairs had been around for some years.

"Do you still have the eyesight to see?"

Rude Hou is really a little surprised.

Although these two Taishi chairs have obvious characteristics, it is not easy to accurately tell the exact year number at a glance at a distance of a few meters.

Ye Chen must be knowledgeable.

It's really not easy to meet a fellow man these days.

Ruined Hou was delighted to see Hunting Xin, and became a little closer to Ye Chen.

"Just happened to see it in a book."

"Wait a minute, I'll go get a baby and give you a palm."

It didn't take a moment for the tattered Hou to retrieve a box wrapped in a yellow turban.

Ye Chen was startled, as if thinking of something, his eyes became eager.

"Look at this again."

"During Kanggan's reign? The box of huanghuali was really made of nanmu wood that came out of the mud and not stained with golden silk. Is this the handwriting of Master Qianlong?"

"Good boy!"

Another look at the source.

The shabby Hou was shocked.

Even for him, his eyesight was cultivated through years of contact.

Where did Ye Chen come from?

Qianlong's own handwriting, even if others recognized it, he would not dare to say, but this kid didn't even blink his eyelids.

"Where did you get this baby?"

"Naturally it's in the palace."

The shabby Hou didn't say much, and then put the sticker box away.

Ye Chen also knew that most of the treasures in his hands were stolen by his ancestors from those officials in Wanqing.

Chapter [*]: What stimulates Ye Chen in a lifetime?

Put things back in the distance.

The shabby Hou brought another shredded chicken and two pounds of pork from the kitchen.

"You come to the door empty-handed. Even if Teacher Ran doesn't mind, you can't be so rash."

Handing the chicken in his hand to Ye Chen, the rotten Hou couldn't help but say a few words.

"They are all teachers, and they don't have much pretense when they come back from abroad, but it's not easy to get their eyes on them, at least they can't lose their manners."

"I also know that it's not too late."

"You kid, start fast. I'll say a few good words for you when I look back, and this is almost done."

It can be seen that the shabby Hou has some friendship with the Ran Qiuye family.

With him mediating in the middle, the pressure on Ye Chen would be lighter.

"Then thank you Mr. Hou."

"Hey, don't rush to thank me first, I'm not helping you in vain."

Tattered Hou had other ideas early in the morning.

Ye Chen is also confused, he is poor and white, what can he think about?

The situation of the tattered marquis is special, and this favor owes a lot of trouble in the future.

"Mr. Hou, don't give a shit, just say what you're busy with."

"It's not convenient to talk about it right now, just remember that you owe me a favor, kid, eh, it's time to go."

The shabby Hou didn't say much, and walked into the yard next door with Wuliangye.

Walking through the shadow wall and through the hanging flower gate, everything in front of you suddenly becomes clear.

"elder brother."

Xiaoxin was playing with Ran Qiuye in the courtyard, and when she saw Ye Chen coming, she shouted, and walked up to meet her.

Hearing the movement, Ran's father and Ran's mother also came out of the room.

"Yo, Mr. Hou, Qiuye just told us that you would come in the evening, and we were just going to the market to buy some food."

"Don't worry, isn't this ready-made, I also brought you the wine and the cook."

The shabby Hou smiled and raised the unopened bottle of Wuliangye in his hand.

He pushed Ye Chen up again.

Ran Qiuye blushed, neither standing nor sitting.

Can only bow his head and resign.

"Hello, uncle and aunt. I came here in a hurry this time, and I didn't bring any gifts."

"Come here, what gift do you want, 05 Qiuye, don't be stunned, go and make a pot of tea to greet the guests."

"Oh"

Ran Qiuye trotted into the house as if he had been granted amnesty.

Ran's father and mother already knew Ye Chen's intention.

He also knew what his daughters thought about him.

It just came suddenly, and they were not prepared.

I had asked Ran Qiuye and Ye Chen out of curiosity before, but they were ambiguous. The two of them still knew the name from the title of the tattered marquis just now.

The first impression was a good one.

This kid has a sweet mouth, looks simple and honest, and should be a sincere person.

"Okay, don't stand still, kid, I'll leave this chicken to you, use snacks."

"How can I let the guests cook?"

"It's alright, this kid is the chef of the Red Star Rolling Mill. He cooks good dishes. You'll know when you try it later."

With Rude Hou as the middleman, Ye Chen didn't have to bother to introduce himself.

The furnishings in the house are very simple, there are more radios than ordinary people, and the coal stove is also burned with honeycomb.

There are not many ingredients on the table, radishes and vegetables, and accidentally saw a plate of peanuts that have been peeled.

Ordinary people can't afford such luxury.

Peanuts are different from ordinary vegetables. The output of this stuff is low, and the state control is very strict. Most of them are exported for living materials.

Only a small fraction of it flows into the major markets.

Seven or eight out of ten are taken to refining.

Productivity has gradually improved in the past two years.

The price is naturally more expensive than ordinary vegetables.

Raw peanuts cost [*] cents a pound, and fried cooked peanuts are more than double the price.

To be able to eat this kind of thing, the situation of Ran Qiuye's family should be much better than he thought.

"Such a young chef?"

Seeing that Ye Chen was already busy in the kitchen, Ran's father also inquired about him from the shabby Hou.

"I heard that he is still a ninth-level cook. This kid is not an ordinary cook. I am not even a man when fighting wine."

"Oh? That's surprising."

Father Ran knew that the wine fighting in the mouth of the tattered man refers to the order to drink wine.

I thought it was just an ordinary cook, but I didn't expect such a surprise.

Although the two do not have such a heavy concept of portal, they also hope that their daughter and her partner can have a common language.

If life is just firewood, rice, oil and salt, it will inevitably be boring.

"Mr. Hou, where is your Su'e? Why didn't you call the family?"

"Who knows where she has gone, don't worry about her, there is rice and noodles in the house, so I can't starve her."

Mother Ran seemed to have thought of something, hesitated for a while and frowned, "Mr. Hou, last time I went to the supply and marketing agency to buy something. I saw your Su'e on the road, and it seemed that I was walking a little closer to the Liu family."

"Liu family boy?"

"Liu Sihai's son, Liu Chuansheng."

If Ye Chen heard this name, he would definitely keep an eye out.

The shabby Hou family is in the middle of the road, and the identity of the prince's descendants is just a foreshadowing.

Mainly because of Liu Sihai's report, he was locked up for a period of time during a special period.

When he came out, he couldn't help but burnt down three of their houses, and finally ended up in jail, where he was imprisoned for another three years.

The feud between the two families is not small, but the daughter who was raised by one hand ran away with the enemy's son.

For the so-called freedom of love, he sued his own father to the street office.

Even the strongest white-eyed wolf terrier in the courtyard has not reached this level.

However, depending on the situation, the two have not developed to the point where they are on the same level.

"Is there such a thing? I have to talk about her when I go back. Such a big person doesn't know how to avoid suspicion."

The rotten Hou didn't take it too seriously.