An autumn rain drizzled for half a week, and the last trace of heat left in the capital was completely dissolved.

It seemed as if the cool autumn spirit enveloped the world overnight.

On the twelfth day of the ninth lunar month, it is advisable to move and enter the house;

Taboos: opening a business, opening a warehouse, setting a bed, and burial.

Li Ye got up early, ran around outside first, and then went to Zaojun Temple to meet with Jin Peng.

Today is the day when his little brother Wang Jianqiang moves home, and Li Ye, the eldest brother, must receive congratulations.

When I arrived at my yard, I found that many people had gathered. Lao Song, who had not seen people for many days, was making porridge in a large casserole.

"Young Master Li came so early? Have you eaten?"

"I haven't eaten yet! Give me one."

The old man's name for Li Ye is becoming more and more feudal. He occasionally calls him the top scholar, and sometimes calls him Young Master Li, but he is not very serious anyway.

"Hey, the authentic lotus seeds, wolfberry, coix seed porridge, please try it."

Jin Peng and Tan Min next to him were all curled up and looked down on Lao Song's attitude very much.

Li Ye said helplessly: "Old Song! Now it's a new society. Just call me Li Ye in the future. I'm not used to it, and others will laugh at me if I hear it."

But Old Song grinned his yellow teeth and smiled and said, "Hey, you have your habits, I have mine, maybe,

Besides, getting used to this thing is like a feng shui. Maybe in a few years, the young master, the master and the others will all come back again!"

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Li Ye actually admires this guy Lao Song very much. I have to say that he was able to be dying from the time of the Easterners to the point where he is still alive today. It is impossible for him to have nothing in his mind.

In a few years, aren’t those old things coming back?

"Okay! But in the future, don't cause trouble for me in front of outsiders."

"Okay, how about you try this porridge."

Li Ye tasted it and it tasted good, but when he drank half of it, he suddenly felt that the big bowl in his hand was even better.

"Old Song, where did you come from this bowl?"

Old Song narrowed his eyes and smiled proudly: "Young Master, you have such a good eye. This is the authentic Dayazhai product from the late Qing Dynasty. I usually wipe it once a day, and I'm waiting for you to use it!"

Li Ye smashed his mouth, savored the taste of the fruit seeds, wolfberry, bark, and barley porridge, then looked at the bowl of Daya Zhai, and finally narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Old Song, has the 50,000 yuan capital been spent?"

Li Ye gave Lao Song 50,000 yuan in capital, so Lao Song took his group to the yard of Dazhong Temple.

Although there are still some tenants in that yard, Lao Song made a promise and would definitely toss those people away within half a year.

Li Ye didn't know how much he had collected these days, and whether he had filled the yard of Dazhong Temple.

"Young Master is wise," Old Song raised his thumb and said without any worries: "We have worked hard these days to make great efforts to make your grand achievements, for your grand ambitions."

"Stop, stop, stop," Li Ye quickly stopped Lao Song's words and said disgustedly: "Tell me! How much does it cost?"

Old Song chuckled and stretched out two fingers.

Li Ye put away his disgusting expression and asked seriously: "Do you want 200,000?"

Old Song nodded, no longer flattering and laughing, and said calmly: "We are late. Things that cost dozens of dollars two years ago are now worth hundreds of dollars.

If the capital is too small, it will be difficult to turn around. I can’t just spend money on the young master, not earning money for the young master!”

Li Ye put down the porridge bowl and asked seriously: "How do you want to make money?"

Lao Song reacted very quickly and said, "We can't just collect the good thing, we must never let it go overseas.

But some things that are old and have average craftsmanship can be made up for a while. If you can fool those people, hehehe,

I'm old and I have to have some fun, otherwise I'll be boring to live, right?"

Old Song seemed to have revealed his nature in three sentences, but in a blink of an eye, he became the cunning and cunning old man of black woe again.

If you only collect and don’t sell antiques, it is just a collection. Lao Song meant that some things that have no cultural relics value could be traded or cheated.

Li Ye stared at him for ten seconds, and Old Song could not blink his eyes against Li Ye for ten seconds.

If you don’t hide or dodge, you won’t avoid or let go, the old guy’s eyes are completely inconsistent with his appearance.

"Okay, I'll give you 300,000, but there are too few people in your group. If you ask Uncle Hong to take him alone, you must pay attention to safety."

Li Ye picked up the bowl of porridge and added a sentence while drinking: "Don't forget, Lao Song, you have a grandson!"

Old Song grinned and smiled, "That's not to be forgotten. At most two years, I have to hold my great-grandson!"

Just as Li Ye's lotus seeds, wolfberry and coix seed porridge were almost finished, Wang Jianqiang also came out of the wing room.

Li Ye almost squirted out one mouthful.

It’s okay for Wang Jianqiang to wear a suit, but the styles of the suits are average at this moment, and Li Ye can understand it.

But what the hell is the half pound of oil on his head?

The mosquitoes can't fly away even if they stick to them, and they can't stand it. They can only play with a big split!

Wang Jianqiang felt Li Ye’s strange eyes, and was very embarrassed. He didn’t smile on his face, and he couldn’t laugh, so he was so distorted.

"Brother, I'm wearing new clothes for this happy event today."

Without saying much, Li Ye pointed at Wang Jianqiang's head with his finger: "Wash me the oil."

Wang Jianqiang blinked, nodded, turned his head and walked into the house, but when he walked, he grabbed Ma Qianshan and dragged him in.

Soon, Ma Qianshan's wailing came from the house: "Brother Qiang, I think many leaders have such a head, it's not bad for me!"

......

Ma Qianshan sat in the driving seat of the 130 passenger and freight with a short face. He was beaten up in vain and made him enjoy the driving. He was considered a sweet date.

This Beijing 130 car, even if Jin Peng and his group of people were driving each day, they rushed to drive this car every day. Ma Qianshan had the latest qualification and could hardly get on the steering wheel.

"Ye, Lao Song, don't you go?"

Everyone was all here, and Li Ye found that Lao Song had not gotten in the car.

This slick guy is so good at doing things, how could he miss the opportunity to get along with Wang Jianqiang?

Old Song hurriedly said, "Last time I showed my face in Kitajijo, it was inconvenient to go there, so as not to make a joke to Brother Qiangzi."

"Kei Nijo? Oh"

Li Ye nodded and thought.

Just a few days after Old Song came to the capital, he had a fight with someone, and he beat the other person to a minor injury. It seemed that the place where the fight was Kitajijo.

Drive all the way and when we arrived at Kitajijo, Wei Jiaxian had already taken several tricycles and was waiting at the door with furniture.

Li Ye looked at the furniture on the tricycle, both old and new, and the main feature was a mix and practical combination.

Wang Jianqiang went up to take out the key and opened the door, then took off his suit and started helping the tricycle driver move furniture.

This child is dressed up like this, and his kindness and enthusiasm will never change.

Jin Peng touched Li Ye's shoulder and then nodded towards the road outside the alley.

"Did you see the alley there? Huang Gang's house is there, more than 200 meters away. Qiangzi can reach it with his feet lifted up. How can that sentence be said to get the moon first?"

"Brother Peng, your culture has improved."

"Hehehe~"

“Hahaha~”

Li Ye and Jin Peng couldn't help but touched their chins, showing a thief smile.

Although Wang Jianqiang thought he was tightly covered, there were basically not many secrets under Jin Peng's investigation.

After a while, Huang Gang's family came. Not only did Huang Gang's mother and sister whom Li Ye had met, but even Huang Gang's father, who had only heard that he had never met, came.

People attached great importance to Wang Jianqiang's move to his new home. They brought gifts according to the rules of the Great Capital City, and helped to greet the neighbors around them, and invited them to Wang Jianqiang's house for dinner and drink.

Distant relatives are worse than close neighbors. Wang Jianqiang, a foreigner, moved here, and his eyes were shady. Huang Gang's mother is a local household. She quickly arranged many neighbors to come to support her.

Of course, Wang Jianqiang was not stingy either, and he was satisfied with the wine and food.

"Yeah, this little king is OK! The face of the table today is great."

"Have you heard that? What kind of deputy manager is Xiao Wang who wants to settle in the capital."

"Deputy Manager? It's impossible to be so young, right? Gangzi's mother, you're just talking nonsense."

"Why am I talking nonsense? Look at that little flat head? That's the manager and the child's cousin."

"Oh~"

"I tell you that Xiao Wang's unit is Pengcheng No. 7, which sells department stores on Xiushui Street."

"Pengcheng No. 7 Factory, no wonder it's so generous. That unit has become rich these days and is open at 8 o'clock in the evening!"

Huang Gang's mother took less than ten minutes to raise the identity of Wang Jianqiang, the child. Although this is nothing in the capital where "every family has third-rank relatives", it can at least make the relationship between neighbors better get along.
To be continued...