Chapter 41

Li Xuewu would never want the only family property the old man had saved in his life, just giving the Hearing Hearing Da Lao an excuse to provide for the elderly with him.

The Hearing Hearing Da Lao was very excited: "Won't go back on my word, won't go back on my word. Hearing Hearing Da Lao will watch the courtyard for you, feed horses for you, help you repair the house, help you hit furniture in the future, help you bring children, Hearing Hearing Da Lao will never drag you down."

Liu Yin was helpless and scolded her father: "Dad, didn't we agree to provide for the elderly with me? How come you are providing for the elderly with your grandson in a blink of an eye?"

The Hearing Hearing Da Lao didn't care at all: "The eldest grandson and the second grandson are the same. Fine, don't worry about my horse carriage and horse, all for Xuewu."

Liu Yin was dumbfounded: "Who is worried about your horse!"

The Hearing Hearing Da Lao teased with a smile: "Horse carriage won't work either, all for others."

"Hahahaha"

The Hearing Hearing Da Lao laughed so happily for the first time since coming to the house, and Liu Yin smiled and acquiesced.

The Hearing Hearing Da Lao asked for the gate key from Li Xuewu, saying she would go to see the courtyard, and Liu Yin and Grandma also followed.

Li Xuewu shouted: "I'm taking a piece of meat and some marinated goods, have to thank Street Director Wang."

Liu Yin answered without looking back: "Take it," and then she couldn't be seen.

Seeing that it was still early, Li Xuewu went to collect the hair scraping knife, pig hook, and his own invasion knife hanging at Sha Zhu's door, and led the big green horse out, put on the horse carriage, and the felt cloth on it was not removed.

Seeing that the Hearing Hearing Da Lao and the others were still in the west courtyard, he saved the excuse and drove the carriage out the door.

Seeing no one in the alley, he reached under the felt cloth and put the 500-jin wild sow into the carriage bucket.

The horse carriage was suddenly stressed, the big green horse's pressure increased suddenly, and the speed paused and then stood still.

Vaguely, he could feel the big green horse looking back at him, cursing in its eyes. Li Xuewu smiled embarrassedly and patted the horse's butt lightly.

Only then did the big green horse turn its head and continue on its way, without reducing speed.

This might be the legendary "patting the horse's butt."

No wonder leaders, big or small, are willing to be patted on the butt in later generations. It seems very comfortable.

Didn't follow the road Shen Guodong took him the day before yesterday, because he walked in a small alley that day, just enough for people to pass.

Today, driving a horse carriage, he had to take the main road, which took more than 20 minutes, and turned into the street where Wen San'er lived.

This area is quite lively during the day, which is the second-hand market. A group of pigeon lovers are picking pigeons, playing with everything, but there are no ones set up at night.

But it is said that good pigeons are really valuable now. A good pigeon can easily exchange for a Permanent 28-inch bicycle.

But Li Xuewu thinks it's a bit absolute to say that those who set up stalls now are all those people at night, but determining one by one, there must be fish that slipped through the net.

Why? Because some stall cloths are those cloths, and some horse lamps haven't been collected.

On both sides of the market, roads for horse carriages were left, one in each direction.

If you say this market is not organized and managed by anyone, Li Xuewu dares to eat the big green horse.

Big green horse: "I thank you, but get lost!"

Li Xuewu's horse carriage fanned the felt cloth, and no one paid attention to him, slowly walking into the alley entrance. This alley is okay, can enter the horse carriage, but have to turn around in Wen San'er's courtyard.

When he arrived at Wen San'er's house, the courtyard gate was not locked, so Li Xuewu pushed the door and entered.

Entering the room, he saw Wen San'er squatting on the bed reading a book.

This guy knows he has no ability. If he didn't know a few words, Li Xuewu wouldn't take him to play, so he listened to Li Xuewu's words and read the book very carefully.

Occasionally shaking his body, using his fingers to dip saliva to turn the pages.

Li Xuewu entered the room, and Wen San'er saw someone coming.

Li Xuewu saw him reading and was quite happy, using the horse whip to pick open the book cover, and almost got his nose crooked when he saw it.

Wen San'er is reading "Jin Ping Mei," good fellow, a fine-bound engraved edition from the late Qing Dynasty, with illustrations.

Seeing Li Xuewu's bad face, Wen San'er's cleverness came up.

"Xuewu is here. I collected a few ancient books these two days, I'm checking if they are valuable, identifying them."

Li Xuewu also understood this guy's level in his heart, and asked playfully: "Then does this book have value?"

Wen San'er nodded with a grin: "Yes, yes, it's an antique."

Li Xuewu tapped the book lightly with the horse whip and scolded: "Stop talking nonsense, where are Lao Biaozi and the others?"

Wen San'er carefully put away the book, jumped off the bed, and said: "Went to collect millet in the morning, just came back, went home, have to come at night."

Li Xuewu stood at the window and pointed at the horse carriage: "I got a pig, you hurry up and call people to their house, decompose it in a while, and sell it at the pigeon market at night."

Wen San'er was surprised: "Ah?! Pig? Really!"

Li Xuewu didn't want to talk nonsense with him, went out the door, Wen San'er followed closely, running faster than Li Xuewu in lazy shoes, lifted the felt cloth and shouted: "Fuck!"