MTL - The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era-Chapter 27 Old man

　　 The cooking of the old Taoist is really not covered, whether it is rabbit meat, or two plates of wild vegetables that don’t know the name, Yang Dongxu who eats keeps licking his thumbs.

　　 "Is this your concubine?" Yang Dongxu, who looked at Hu Chihaisai, stopped to take care of Xiaoxue from time to time, and the old Taoist asked the little wine cup in front of him with a smile.

　　Yang Dongxu almost didn't spray the food out of his mouth. Even if he talks old-fashioned, is he just a seven-year-old kid? A monk asks whether a seven-year-old kid is beside her, do you want a face? I'm just a kid.

　　 "Yes, no, no, I haven't seen Tong Yang's daughter-in-law." Watching Yang Dongxu roll his eyes to himself, the old Taoist continued to drink.

　　The words of the old Taoist made Yang Dongxu simply lazy to turn his head and eat food. There is really nothing to say about such an old rogue. His knowledge is indeed much wider than that of future generations.

　　 Later generations, you can only talk about a sweet-skinned horse, can you get a child-law? Can you walk around the kiln brightly? Even the good wind ancestors are much more open than later generations of homosexuality. And nourishment...

　　 After eating, wiped Xiaoxue and left directly. The mess on the table was to punish the young priests for planting filthy seeds.

　　Looking at the back of Yang Dongxu's departure, the boss is a little complicated in the eyes, as if remembering something stupefied sitting on the stone pier and pouring wine into his stomach.

　　After dinner, Yang Dongxu stopped visiting temples, he could only watch it and was a little disturbed, and he needed to go back and order Mao. Adults at home in the big yard are also busy with their own affairs, and it is impossible to take care of your children at all times.

　　 But now the people are in a good mood. If the child runs out for a long time, he will not go to lunch and definitely ask, even put down the tableware and look for it. Although people in this era are not full enough to eat or sell children, it is also a big deal to be lost.

　　 So when the adults noticed that two children were missing at noon, Yang Dongxu brought Xiao Xue into the gate, and then this grandpa, that grandma’s mouth was very sweet, and received a lot of praise.

　　Opened the door with the key hanging around his neck. Yang Dongxu took a mat to the shade of the yard. The recliner was too high in his house, and there was no place to put it, so the mat was the most suitable.

　　 At this time, whether it was Houhai or Qianhai, even the frontmost Beihai Park, it was still a place with grass and grass, and there were no high-rise buildings at all around it, so the wind under the shade of the tree was whining.

　　 Noon in the large miscellaneous courtyard is very quiet, playing with a child who is still energetic in the morning, at this time after eating and ran out. As for those who did not run out, they were all under the shade of trees, or taking a nap in their own bed.

　　Don't be confused, Yang Dongxu felt as if someone had covered himself, but his eyelids were fighting, but he didn't care. He slept more than two o'clock.

　　 Give the sheet to Grandma Liu and say thank you. After washing the face, Wu Xue, who pulled the face and printed the mat stamp, went out. Children don't know if they are not used to pillows. When they sleep, they are clearly on the pillow, and when they wake up, they are lying on the mat. The marks printed on their faces look very funny.

　　Western family running from the east, running south to north, looking at large yards, or small single-family courtyards, Yang Dongxu almost drooled, and his plan to buy a house began to be on the agenda.

　　How can I persuade my grandfather to spend money to buy a house? It is good to have a place to stay according to Zhou Yiren's character. It is estimated that there is no possibility that he will appear in his mind in this life.

　　 But in Yang Dongxu's view, the current house is almost the same as Bai's pick. Although 500 yuan can't buy a big courtyard house, the smaller one can definitely win it. 500 yuan for a courtyard house, don't mention the toilet in later generations, you can't buy the spot where the toilet is occupied in the toilet.

　　 "Buy a house? Isn't it good to live here?" Zhou Yiren came back from get off work at night, and Yang Dongxu spoke out the decision he made after an afternoon.

"It's not bad, it's very good here. I just feel that you will settle in Yanjing for a long time in the future. It would be better for us to sell a house of our own. In the future, if my family comes to have a place to stay for a few more days." Yang Dongxu As he pulled the rice into his mouth, he said.

　　Zhou Yiren put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked straight at Yang Dongxu without talking.

　　 "Okay, okay, I'll be honest, I feel that the price of the house will increase in the future. It must be a good deal to buy now." Yang Dongxu quickly defeated.

　　 "Why will the house price increase in the future, what basis do you have?" Zhou Yiren has long been accustomed to Yang Dongxu's appearance of this little adult and asked.

　　 "A very simple truth, everyone wants to live in the city. Yanjing is the capital, and there must be more people who want to come. The housing price will naturally rise when there are more people." Yang Dongxu, who had already prepared himself, explained his reasons.

"Chang'an Migui, the price increase is justified." Zhou Yiren nodded, but still knocked Yang Dongxu's head with chopsticks: "It's okay to think about those messy things, and think about something useful. I'll pay a few hundred dollars. I'm going to help you save it first, and when you grow up, I will buy you a house and take a wife."

　　Use to marry a wife in the future? A group of crows flew over Yang Dongxu's head, not to mention when he would get married in his life. Even if it was early marriage at 18 years old, they got married. There are still eleven years left. After eleven years, 500 yuan is not enough to buy a house in the city. Just marrying a wife is not enough. If you were married in your mid-thirties to around 2000, this amount of money is not enough to buy a bag.

　　 In fact, this is not to blame Zhou Yiren for his lack of foresight. If Yang Dongxu is not a person, no one can imagine that the Chinese society will be such an era of big explosion in a few decades.

　　According to Zhou Yiren's reasoning, Yanjing's house prices will indeed rise, but his wages will also rise with the rise. Now when I buy a house, when Yang Dongxu gets married, it becomes an old house. Is it true that someone else's new wife would live?

　　 So now that the unit has arranged for the house, they will live first. When Yang Dongxu gets married later, he will buy a new house nearby. By then, even if Yanjing's housing price rises beyond his expectations, then he will add some more money, not a big problem.

　　Yang Dongxu naturally did not know what he thought of his grandfather. However, he understood that it would be impossible for Grandpa Qian to take out all the money to buy a house at this time. He wanted to buy a house and had to make other plans.

　　 So Yang Dongxu led Wu Xue to wander around to see if he could find a way to make money. Although there are many ways to make money in his mind, no one has implemented it.

　　Every time at this time, he missed his little grandpa very much. If the little grandpa made money, it would be very easy. After all, he was just a seven-year-old child. No one believed what he said, and many things he could not do by himself.

　　 "Old man, I brought you a bottle of good wine, has Erguotou drank it?" No matter how anxious in my heart was like headless flies twirling in the alley, Yang Dongxu would appear in the small courtyard of the old Taoist priest every day at noon.

　　 began to rub and rub, and after a long time, although the old Taoist did not say anything, Yang Dongxu was a little embarrassed himself. So sometimes I bring something to my door.

　　It just makes Yang Dongxu feel funny that whenever he brings something to his door, the dishes prepared by the old Taoist are even numbers, and there are at least four. If you don’t bring anything, it’s singular. Sometimes, you can only serve bean paste with steamed buns, and treat Yang Dongxu directly as the king.

"Lao Tzu even drank the tribute wine. There are some strange things in Erguotou. I put it in a place that I didn't even take a look at." The old Taoist pouted, and after he was familiar, he said in his mouth that Grandpa's never broke. It's more like a tycoon than a priest.

　　 Put down the Erguotou in his hand, Yang Dongxu is farting as an old Taoist. It's better to fight with him. He doesn't treat Yang Dongxu as a child at all. Yang Dongxu, who has said some obscene rhetoric, blushed over people who have read numerous blockbuster films of the island nation. This is a standard old rogue.

　　 "What about your little wife?" The old Taoist asked strangely when he saw that only Yang Dongxu was not following him.

　　 For more than a month, Yang Dongxu came and rubbed and drank two people. They were very caring for their little daughter-in-law. Good meat was caught in her bowl, and she gnawed her bones. The rest of the head, neck, buttocks are all old Taoist.

　　 "Her mother did not go to work today, took her to the Palace Museum to play." Yang Dongxu said casually: "Oh, the old man has known me for so long, I still don't know what your name is?"

　　 "It's been a long time since I became a monk, I have forgotten what I called. You can call me Tongxuan, and you can't lose if you call Grandpa Xuan." The old priest plucked his goatee and looked like a master.

　　 "Why don't you call Tongtian?" Yang Dongxu rolled his eyes.

　　 "Have you ever seen Dao Zang?" Tong Xuan asked with a start.

　　 "I've seen the TV version of "Feng Shen Bang"?" Yang Dongxu murmured in his heart. Tongxuan is just Tongxuan. Although I haven’t heard of Taoism, who is the same generation as Master Tongtian~www.novelbuddy.com~ But the old Taoist just said so, just anyway.

　　 No longer tangled with this Yang Dongxu looked into the tub next to him: "What does Old Man Xuan eat at noon?"

　　 "What kind of old man Xuan, either call Lao Xuan Xuan Dao Ren, or call Lao Zi Xuan grandpa, what old man Xuan." Tong Xuan stared at Yang Dongxu.

　　 "Lao Tzu's Grandpa Xuan, isn't that too grandpa?"

　　 "You call me my grandpa too."

　　Yang Dongxu stopped talking and gave the old rogue a **** directly. I had already told myself not to fight with this rogue, but in the end I couldn't hold back.

"This is a black swan. In July (Lunar Calendar), this stuff is used to raise a small flesh. It’s a bit fishy. It’s not easy to handle and cannot be imported. But I have a secret recipe. Let me open your eyes today and make a medicinal meal for you. You drool."

　　Originally, Yang Dongxu thought that there were black ducks in the pot, but he didn't expect it to be a black swan. Think about the fact that so many animals in China have been listed as endangered species. It turns out that the roots are here.

　　 But Yang Dongxu is obviously not an animal protection association. Besides, nowadays swan flies everywhere and eats two inseparable species.

　　 Goose meat has been eaten, but swan has never tried it, black swan meat has never eaten. So he began to shine his eyes, "Can you eat it tomorrow?"

　　 "Fart talk, goose meat is not easy to cook. The food is the most delicious when the fire is on. When you are a wild vegetable, just copy the hot water and you can import it." Tong Xuan Leng glanced at Yang Dongxu with a disdain.

　　Yang Dongxu doesn't care either, if you don't understand, you don't understand. You despise your good, as long as I eat a lot tomorrow.

　　 Watched the old man Xuan clean up the black swan and put it in a jar, and the oil on the surface of the jar brightened Yang Dongxu's eyes.