Siheyuan: Rebirth of the Silly Pillar, with incredible understanding

When He Yuzhu followed the old farmer and stopped outside a country bungalow, he also subconsciously looked around.

Under the leadership of the old farmer, He Yuzhu entered the village.

The countryside of the 1950s and the countryside of that era when he traveled are completely different concepts.

Before the time travel, although the word "village" was still attached to the countryside, no matter from any conceptual point of view, it was no longer related to the word village.

Various modern western-style buildings and even villas are emerging in endlessly.

To be honest, the life and living environment of office workers in the city are completely different from those in the countryside.

In this era, after going deep into this kind of rural village, He Yuzhu only had one idea in his mind.

This thing is really poor.

Not to mention that there is not even a decent road in the village. There are many dilapidated bungalows around it, and even some rotten wooden fences surrounding it. The house is just a simple cabin.

Even though He Yuzhu was prepared, after looking at these terrible conditions, his heart still couldn't help but move.

Compared with the village, the so-called slums in the city seem less embarrassing.

After all, at least it has brick walls and mud tiles to protect it from wind and rain.

For many houses in the village, He Yuzhu was worried that if there was a rain or snow, it would be a question whether these supplies could survive.

You know, this is still in the countryside around Sijiu City.

If this were the village households in the central and western regions, He Yuzhu would already be a little unbearable to think about it.

He sighed slightly.

It's not that he's sentimental.

In fact, even in later generations, people will always sigh when they go to certain places and see certain scenes, but they don't have to do anything about it.

In this era, despite all the advantages of foresight and golden fingers, it is still too small to put an individual in the context of the development of this era.

Soon, He Yuzhu recovered his thoughts.

The old farmer also called out a woman from the house.

This woman was wearing a pieced-together floral cloth coat that she got from who knows where. She followed her man. After going out, her eyes couldn't help but fall on He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu took a look and saw that the skin on the woman's face was rough, with traces of exposure to wind and sun, and her whole person had an old look.

This is also the trace left by years of hard work.

At the same age, rural women age faster than their peers due to years of hard work.

This woman is probably older than Jia Zhang, less than forty years old, but based on her appearance, no one would doubt that she is a generation different from Jia Zhang.

"Hello, aunt."

He Yuzhu looked at the woman coming out, holding her in her arms, and smiled and said hello.

"Are you the one who collects eggs in the city? Is it really 80 for the small one and 160 for the big one??"

Although the woman was curious about the young man He Yuzhu coming to collect the things, the price her husband just mentioned obviously made her eager to inquire.

If this is true, how much more money will their family make? ?

He Yuzhu nodded patiently: "Yes, ma'am, as long as your eggs are fine, I will accept as many as you have!"

Hearing the affirmative answer again, the old man turned his head and said, "Well, let me tell you, show the egg to this little kid."

What this woman was holding in her arms were the eggs that the family hens had laid over the past few days.

It was wrapped in blue cloth, and the woman opened it carefully, revealing about a dozen eggs inside.

Seeing this, He Yuzhu nodded slightly.

"There are 8 large ones and 6 small ones. The total is 1,760 yuan."

He Yuzhu did the math, and then took out some bills directly from his pocket.

When He Yuzhu put these notes into the hands of the old farmer, he realized what he was doing.

At this time, the old farmer held the money in his hand and couldn't help but count it again.

It’s really 1780!

The price this little kid said is the real price!

The woman on the side was also very excited.

When the old farmer saw this, he quickly said: "Why are you still standing there? Give the eggs to this little kid!"

"Yeah!"

The woman quickly nodded in agreement and sent these eggs to He Yuzhu.

Seeing this, He Yuzhu smiled and said: "Fellow, aunt, you can just call me Zhuzhu. If there are similar products like these in the future, you guys will sell them to me. I promise to give you a conscience price."

These villagers, due to various channels, had a small family property that was sucked up by the unscrupulous traffickers. He Yuzhu did this without any psychological burden of grabbing business.

If the price you give is not enough, the higher bidder will naturally get it.

What's more, He Yuzhu didn't collect these materials with the intention of selling them to make money.

In fact, for a long time to come, food will be hard currency, more useful than money.

By the way, He Yuzhu can be regarded as helping the villagers so that these fellow villagers will not suffer.

"Hey, pillar, please put it away."

The woman was obviously excited because she had received the money, and her words were clumsy and awkward.

Just hand the egg to He Yuzhu properly.

Then, as if he couldn't hold it any longer, he came to his wife again, took the note in his hand, and counted it himself. Soon, he seemed to feel settled.

This is more money than selling to those tourist vendors!

"Zhuzi, will you accept it again in the future?"

The old farmer nodded after hearing this, and was no longer wary of the kid Zhuzi. Instead, he spoke with a somewhat expectant tone.

"Yes, fellow, what you just told me is always valid. As long as you have these, I will accept them."

He Yuzhu nodded, and at the same time, as if thinking of something, he added: "In the future, I will come here about once every half a month, so that it will be easier for you to sell things."

It was not easy for these villagers to go to the city. Considering the cost, He Yuzhu took the initiative to decide how often he would come.

Once every half a month, which is not too frequent, can also allow these villagers to accumulate good supplies.

After listening to Zhuzi's words, the eyes of the old farmer and the woman became brighter and brighter, and the child became more and more happy looking at Zhuzhu.

If the price offered by Zhuzi can be as conscientious as the price for buying eggs today, then they can make a lot more money throughout the year!

"Okay, okay, Zhuzi, as long as your price is right, I will let everyone in our village sell things to you!"

The old farmer spoke.

They cannot be the only ones making money from this matter, otherwise if word spreads, they will be stabbed in the back.

Moreover, if people from a whole village come to sell it, and the pillars go there, they won’t lose so much.

Although the old farmer is a rough man, he knows these things in his heart.

If the conscientious price offered by this kid Zhuzhu can be accepted for a long time, it will only get better and better for the people in their village. Anyone who is not a fool will think of keeping Zhuzhu.

"Okay, fellow villager, thank you very much. I'll be here in half a month. Then the folks can bring out whatever they have."

…

…