In the courtyard of his new residence on Saturday, the iron pot above a coal stove was steaming, and the rich aroma of meat kept wafting through the room, and Yang Dongxu, who was assembling a bicycle, kept looking into the pot.

At this time, it has entered the wax moon, and Yanjing has drifted through the first snow last week, which makes the temperature suddenly come to below zero. Therefore, the assembly work function in the yard was moved to the side room.

Everyone else is reluctant to move in, so there are only two people here, Yang Dongxu and Wu Aibing every day, and usually Wu Aibing is the only one when he goes to school.

It's a distance from Mao'er Hutong, and it's too cold in winter to go back to eat at noon. So there was a coal stove here, and Wu Aibing went back here at noon to deal with it, and in the afternoon he gave the assembled bicycles to those who had originally booked, and he could go home to take care of his mother as soon as the gate was locked.

"Cross, the strips have to be crossed, the longer the brake line, the better, when you hold the brakes, you have to make the brake pads eat hard. I got a strip in the rim and glanced at Yang Dongxu, a sweaty martial artist next to him, who was helplessly teaching him in the past.

Wu Aibing is good at everything, and his brain is also smart, but he is confused about the technology of assembling bicycles, just like a smart child can do anything, but he seems to be a fool when he learns to read.

However, with the help of Wu Aibing, the bicycle assembly can be made instantly, which saves Yang Dongxu a lot of things. What's more, Wu Aibing is so sincere, sometimes seeing him so stupid, Yang Dongxu can't bear to say that he can only teach over and over again.

The parts of the bicycle are cheaper than Yang Dongxu imagined, because they are purchased in large quantities every time. So on average, assembling a bike is about 60 yuan.

Bicycles with bills and no worries are sold very hot at a price of 150 yuan, and the supply of just Wu Aibing's comrades-in-arms who helped them in the factory is in short supply.

At the beginning, Yang Dongxu planned to only need 120 cars for himself, leaving enough profit space for Wu Aibing, as for how much he can sell, it depends on his ability.

But Wu Aibing said that he didn't agree with anything, and said that the apprentice didn't need to pay the salary as long as he took care of the food. Seeing that he is so 'cute', Yang Dongxu is really a little worried about how he will live in the big bang era of fraud technology upgrading in the future.

In the end, Yang Dongxu set the price of the bicycle at 150 to death, lest this guy sell it for 70 yuan. Whenever I think of Wu Aibing and seeing someone pay 150 yuan to buy a bicycle, the look in his eyes that he wants to say but doesn't dare to say it makes Yang Dongxu feel even more that he is a black-hearted businessman.

150 a bicycle, sell a Wu Aibing for ten yuan. This was only agreed by Yang Dongxu when he was forced by Yang Dongxu in the end. And then give his comrades-in-arms 10 yuan for each set, you can't let people work in vain. So to assemble a bicycle, Yang Dongxu can transfer 70 yuan.

Because of schooling, Yang Dongxu has only assembled three cars in the past few days, one of which was given to his godfather. After the remaining two cars were sold, Old Man Xuan was unsteady for a while, and ran here three times a day, for fear that something would happen.

Well, you're all good people! Yang Dongxu suddenly felt that his future set of businessman theories was so out of place in this era.

"Can you organize three cars out today, the people who want the car have paid the deposit, and the urging is a little tight. Seeing Yang Dongxu smooth out the car strip that was like a mess just now, Wu Aibing asked with some embarrassment.

But I don't know why he is obsessed with this, he can disassemble the machine gun used in the war with his eyes closed and assemble it. But I just can't figure it out, and I need to cross the strong strips.

"It should be fine, I'll get the strip and brake line in the afternoon, you just assemble these large pieces. Looking at the four bicycle rims that had been made, Yang Dongxu nodded.

"That's fine. Wu Aibing patted his chest and promised, as long as he didn't let him get the car strip, and the brake line, he would be numb with his hands and feet.

Coiled the car bar in his hand, and was not in a hurry to correct the rim, poured hot water from the kettle, Yang Dongxu and Wu Aibing washed their hands and prepared to eat. At this time, the chicken stewed mushrooms in the pot have been thick and the meat is rotten, and the white flour steamed buns on the top of the pot are also transparent.

The chicken is naturally not an ordinary chicken, it was caught by Wu Aibing last night. Now whether it is Qianhai, Houhai, or Beihai Park, the barren grass of a water is overgrown. When it snows in winter, many people go there to catch rabbits and pheasants, and even wild things like foxes can be seen.

Authentic pheasant, with the dried mushrooms picked by Old Man Xuan in summer, plus some dried vegetables and Old Man Xuan's unique secret recipe, although it is not the first time to eat it, every time there is a feeling that you may bite your tongue in a hurry.

"After eating, while it's hot, you send me to the post office to send the letter, and then we'll come back and assemble the bike. After the lion shook his head, Yang Dongxu filled a bowl of soup and soaked the steamed buns in it. In fact, at this time, the potstickers are more flavorful, but unfortunately he and Aibing can't make noodles, so they can only make do with ready-made steamed buns.

Counting the days, Yang Dongxu is about to leave home for half a year, although he has the heart of being in his forties, he used to be away from home all year round. I don't know why I'm so homesick lately, so I used to write a letter a month, but now it's half a month, or a week.

"Why don't you send me the letter, and I'll send it to you, or that address?" I remember, it's cold outside. Wu Aibing, who was sweating on his forehead, spoke.

"I also have to go over and call Uncle Chen Weimin, who is my godfather's student. I can't go back this year, my godfather is too busy to spare time. So I wanted to call Uncle Chen and ask him to take care of my parents. Yang Dongxu sighed and said.

Originally, when the summer came, he said that he would go back for the Spring Festival, but at that time, Yang Dongxu also had a winter vacation. But who would have thought that Zhou Yiren would be so busy and couldn't spare time at all.

And in this era, although there is no child abduction and trafficking, no one can worry about Yang Dongxu running thousands of miles home as a child. So you don't have to think about going home for the New Year, you can only see if you have the opportunity to go back next summer.

Think about the thrifty character of your parents, even if you have money, you will be wronged by your own character. So Yang Dongxun was ready to say hello to Chen Weimin in advance, so that he would have time to send some things and send some New Year's goods to the New Year. You can't just watch it go bad and not eat it, right?

Of course, although Chen Weimin was very willing to help, Yang Dongxu did not take advantage of it in vain. When he wrote home, he occasionally wrote a letter to Chen Weimin, in which he offered some suggestions on some economic markets and how to develop agriculture.

These suggestions made Chen Weimin very useful, and sometimes he took the initiative to send letters to Yang Dongxu. I heard my godfather say that the fertilizer plant built in Chengwang District at the beginning of the year has been put into production, and this incident has made Chen Weimin in the limelight, maybe he will be able to move it next year.

After eating, Wu Aibing rode a bicycle and took Yang Dongxu to the post office, and he called Chen Weimin. There are some things that are not clear in the letter, and it is more convenient to call.

It's a pity that phones can't be installed in private homes now, and even if you want to make a phone call in Yanjing, you can only go to the sub-district office or come to a state agency such as a post office.

As for whether you can install a telephone for your hometown, don't even think about it, now the telephone line in Anhui Province has only been laid in the district, and there is no telephone in the town, so you have to ride down to notify you of anything, let alone the lower villages.

But there is an advantage that you don't need money to call now, yes, you don't need money. Because there are no telephones in private individuals, all calls are business-to-business, so there is no phone bill. This made Yang Dongxu see that this era was even more advanced than later generations, and the phone bill was completely free.

Of course, even if it is completely free, ordinary people generally cannot use the telephone, which means that the current telephone is not just a call that anyone can make if they want to. What is also important is that Wu Aibing has a hair boy who works in the post office, so Yang Dongxu has this convenience.

After making the phone call and coming out of the post office office, Yang Dongxu handed over the new one to Wu Aibing. Wu Aibing ran to the counter and bought a stamp to paste it, but the counter was too high for Yang Dongxu to reach.

"Okay, let's go back. Wu Aibing shook the letter in his hand to Yang Dongxu, saying that it was done, and then threw the letter to the person who received the letter at the post office.

Yang Dongxu nodded and didn't say anything, turned around and was about to leave, but he didn't take a few steps and suddenly turned around. Wu Aibing, who was following him, almost crashed into him.

"What's wrong?" Wu Aibing looked at Yang Dongxu strangely.

Yang Dongxu looked at the counter in a daze, his brows furrowed and his expression was revealed, just now a flash of aura suddenly flashed in his mind, but the aura disappeared too quickly and he didn't catch it, but he instinctively felt that he seemed to have neglected something important.

Seeing that Yang Dongxu didn't speak and looked at the direction of the counter in a daze, Wu Aibing turned around and took a look, carefully looked at everything in that direction, and didn't find anything wrong, so he turned around and looked at Yang Dongxu puzzled.

"Aibing, haven't you left yet, hasn't the letter been sent yet?" This is Wu Aibing's hair Xiao Liu Shengli, who came out of the back with a teacup, asked.

"It's been sent, I'm not ......" Wu Aibing didn't know how to explain for a while.

"By the way, send a letter!" Yang Dongxu's eyes lit up and ran towards the counter, although Wu Aibing was strange, he could only follow from behind. After coming to the counter, Yang Dongxu blinked his feet and said with big innocent eyes: "Auntie, help me get a version of stamps, I want a full page." It's the kind of monkey with the red one just now. ”

"Kids, why do you want so many stamps? A full page of stamps is not cheap. The staff behind the counter looked at Yang Dongxu with a smile, obviously treating him as a seven-year-old kid who was interested in seeing bright things.

"It's okay, I've got money. Yang Dongxu took a ten-yuan big unity and handed it over from the small window on the counter.

"This ......" The post office staff was a little dumbfounded, after working for several years, after the money in her hand, there were no 100,000 and 80,000, and it was the first time she saw a child take out 10 yuan, she couldn't help but look at Wu Aibing behind Xu Dongxu, the meaning of her eyes was very obvious, you don't hurry up and take care of your child.