Early the next morning, Li Weidong found a donkey cart and couldn't wait to come to Rouge Lane.

I also met three or five men who had just come out of the courtyard in the alley, and their steps were vain.

Zhang Yunshang saw that Li Weidong was disturbing people's dreams early in the morning, and pulled a face.

"Are you kid afraid I'm running away, or what?"

"How can it, if you really run away, I just moved in."

Li Weidong didn't treat himself as an outsider.

"Come in together, I knew you kid couldn't wait, so I opened and wrapped the bed for you last night."

Zhang Yunshang shook his head and beckoned the man who drove the donkey cart to come in together.

He's a lot older, so you can't let him move the bed, right?

In the living room, as Zhang Yunshang said, the entire rosewood bed has been broken down into pieces, and all of them are wrapped in things, which can not only prevent bumps, but also prevent people from seeing the rosewood.

Li Weidong has long known that this bed can be decomposed, otherwise it is such a big thing and it is not easy to transport.

The key is that the carpenter's craftsmanship is good, and he did not use a single nail in the whole process, all of which are mortise and tenon structures, and after being assembled, they are tightly seamed and particularly firm.

When the man who was driving the car moved the last recliner out, Li Weidong glanced at Zhang Yunshang.

"Roger?"

"Hmm."

Zhang Yunshang nodded and didn't say much.

This kind of thing is tacitly tacit.

Both sides took a certain amount of risk, which is why Li Weidong simply used a pseudonym, just because he didn't want to trouble his body.

"Then we'll see you next month."

After Li Weidong finished speaking, he turned around and left.

He came to the door so early this day under the guise of moving the bed, and the most important thing was to make sure that the transaction went smoothly.

This is a question of whether he can eat white noodles in the future.

It's the first time we've worked together, so it's not okay if you're not careful.

Zhang Yunshang looked at Li Weidong's disappearing back, touched his chin with his hand, his eyes were far away, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

And Li Weidong commanded the man to drive the donkey cart to an uninhabited open space near his home, and then unload the things.

Although the man was puzzled as to why Li Weidong didn't take him home, for the sake of the other party's money, he didn't say much, unloaded his things, and drove away with the donkey cart.

After Li Weidong made sure that there was no one around, he put the rosewood bed into the farm warehouse, and as for the sour jujube wood deck chair, he carried it and walked in the direction of home.

"Coming back? Why didn't you get someone to help? ”

Zhang Xiuzhen saw Li Weidong carrying a recliner and stepped forward to help take it.

"It's just a recliner, the bed is a bit big, I didn't pull it back, I'll wait for the East House to clean up." Li Weidong explained.

He goes out in the morning, and the excuse he makes is to pull the furniture.

"I've already found the master who cleaned the house for you, and I'll come over later, and you can tell them when the time comes."

Zhang Xiuzhen nodded, but she didn't suspect anything.

However, the recliner brought back by Li Weidong looks quite new and has a good style.

"Mom, you said let's find a master, can you not give money?" Li Weidong asked suddenly.

"Don't give money?"

Zhang Xiuzhen didn't react for a while.

"Yes, just give food."

With Zhang Yunshang's channel, Li Weidong is not short of food now, but he has no money on hand.

That's embarrassing.

You can't let him go to the black market to sell grain, right?

"Give food? Stupid. ”

Zhang Xiuzhen glared at Li Weidong.

The average master works at home and can manage a meal at noon, which is considered a good family.

Who will exchange grain for wages?

Isn't that a fool?

"I'm not thinking, is food easier to get than money?" Li Weidong was not annoyed, and spread his hands and said.

"Your wild boar is no longer for sale?"

Zhang Xiuzhen didn't understand Li Weidong's peculiar thoughts.

"Sell, but I have a way to directly change it to white flour, and it's even easier than selling it for money, and there is almost no risk."

"Then change to white noodles." Zhang Xiuzhen said without hesitation.

"The money?"

"Mom will find a way for you to deal with the money, so you don't care about it, I promise that I won't lose you."

Zhang Xiuzhen has already made up her mind.

In the past, the family had been living a tight life because of this and that, and the white noodles were even more reluctant to eat.

Now that there is an opportunity to get more white noodles, how can there be no reason not to?

As for the money, she has decided to go back to her parents' house and borrow some from her parents first.

Moreover, she has a big brother who has money in her hands.

If she borrowed money for no reason, her sister-in-law would definitely not be an eye, and her nose would not be a nose.

But if you exchange white flour for some money, the other party will definitely be happy.

It's just that in terms of price, it can't be compared with the black market.

It's not that she wants to cheapen her mother's family, but she doesn't want Li Weidong to risk on the black market, and if she is caught, it doesn't matter if she loses some money.

At present, Li Weidong is not a city hukou, and even if he is not arrested, it is very likely that he will be rushed back.

Now she seems to see Li Weidong as her own son.

I don't want to take any risks.

Even, if Li Shuqun hadn't said that he would write to his second uncle in the countryside, and Li Weidong had promised his friends, she wouldn't have wanted Li Weidong to sell any wild boar again.

"That's okay, I'll just go home and make white noodles when the time comes, just don't be scared."

Li Weidong was the first to be vaccinated.

Since there is Zhang Xiuzhen in her pocket, the amount can be slightly enlarged.

"Scared? Could it be that you can still get two or three hundred catties of white flour back? ”

Zhang Xiuzhen said casually.

Two or three hundred catties of white flour is already a lot in her eyes.

Their family, the sum of the white flour share in a year is not so much.

And this is just a share, under normal circumstances, who would want so much white noodles?

In order to fill their stomachs, many families prefer to replace fine grains with coarse grains.

Around ten o'clock, a middle-aged man in shabby clothes came to the door.

Looking at the calluses on his hands, it is obvious that he is doing heavy work.

In terms of wages, Zhang Xiuzhen talked about it, and Li Weidong just pulled the other party to the East House, which had been cleaned up, and talked about his plans.

Because of the time, it is definitely impossible to make a big move.

Not to mention overthrowing and rebuilding.

Moreover, in this miscellaneous courtyard, there is never a shortage of red-eyed people, so Li Weidong didn't want to be so high-profile.

At least it looks like it's okay from the outside.

But inside, he asked for more.

You can see the beams at a glance, but it definitely doesn't work, find a way to hang the ceiling.

The walls had to be leveled.

The floor can't be paved with bricks, and I don't know if there are smooth and clear floor tiles, or wooden floors.

At worst, it is leveled with cement.

In addition, he is afraid of the cold in winter, and after having a rosewood bed, he can't build a kang on the stove, either into a fireplace structure, or add a warm water bag, which is equivalent to a radiator in later generations.

You also have to separate a bathroom inside, there is a place to take a shower, and it is best to find a way to get a toilet.

He didn't want to run to the toilet at the mouth of the alley to squat on a winter night, and his ass would make you feel cold.

All the windows should be replaced with new ones, with glass and no air leakage.

By the way, you can also repair Li Weibin's window together.

As soon as Li Weidong opened his mouth, he gushed endlessly, and there was a sign that he couldn't stop.

And the requests he made made the master who cleaned the house stunned for a moment.

Even Zhang Xiuzhen, who was about to come up with an idea, didn't know what to say.

Is this what you call a simple pick-up?

Money, is it really enough?