Siheyuan: Don't mess with me, I just want to be a free fish

Chapter 39 Preparing to Decorate the House
Early the next morning, Li Weidong found a donkey cart and couldn't wait to come to Rouge Lane.

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

Seeing Li Weidong disturbing people's dreams early in the morning, Zhang Yunshang pulled a face.

"Are you afraid that I will run away, or what?"

"How can it be? If you really run away, I will just move in here."

Li Weidong didn't treat himself as an outsider either.

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

Zhang Yunshang shook his head, calling for the donkey cart driver to come in together.

He is quite old, so we can't let him move the bed, can we?

In the living room, as Zhang Yunshang said, the entire rosewood bed had been disassembled into pieces, and all of them were wrapped with things, which not only prevented bumps, but also prevented people from seeing the rosewood.

Li Weidong had known for a long time that this bed could be disassembled, otherwise it would be difficult to transport such a big thing.

The key is that the carpenter's craftsmanship is good. He didn't use a single nail in the whole process. All of them are mortise and tenon structures.

Li Weidong winked at Zhang Yunshang when the man driving the car moved the last recliner out.

"received?"

"Ah."

Zhang Yunshang nodded and didn't say much.

This kind of thing is tacit.

Both parties took certain risks, which is why Li Weidong simply used a pseudonym, just not wanting to trouble his upper body.

"Then see you next month."

After Li Weidong finished speaking, he turned and left.

He left the door so early today, just under the guise of moving the bed, the most important thing is to make sure the transaction goes well.

This is related to whether he can eat white noodles in the future.

This is the first time for everyone to cooperate, so don't be 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 directed the man to drive the donkey cart to an uninhabited lot near his home, and then unload the things.

Although the man was puzzled about why Li Weidong didn't take him home, he didn't talk too much for the sake of the other party's willingness to give the money. He unloaded his things and drove away in the donkey cart.

After Li Weidong made sure that there was no one around, he put the red sandalwood bed into the farm warehouse. As for the sour date wood recliner, he picked it up and walked towards home wheezing.

"Come back? Why didn't you find someone to help?"

Zhang Xiuzhen saw Li Weidong carrying the recliner, and stepped forward to help pick it up.

"It's just a deck chair. The bed is a bit big. I didn't pull it back. I'll wait until the east room is tidied up." Li Weidong explained.

He went out in the morning, and his excuse was to pull furniture.

"I've already found the master who cleans up the house for you, and he will come over later. You can tell them what you want to clean up."

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

However, the recliner that Li Weidong brought back looks quite new, and the style is also good-looking.

"Mom, you said we're looking for a master, can we not pay?" Li Weidong asked suddenly.

"No money?"

Zhang Xiuzhen didn't react for a while.

"Yes, give food directly."

With Zhang Yunshang's channel, Li Weidong has no shortage of food now, but he has no money on hand.

This is awkward.

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

"Give food? You are stupid."

Zhang Xiuzhen glared at Li Weidong.

Generally, the master works at home and can take care of a meal at noon, which is considered a good family.

Who will exchange food for wages?

Isn't that a fool?

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

"You're not selling wild boar?"

Zhang Xiuzhen didn't understand Li Weidong's strange idea.

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

"Then replace it with white noodles." Zhang Xiuzhen said without hesitation.

"The money?"

"Mom will find a way for you about money, so just leave it alone, and I promise you won't lose money."

Zhang Xiuzhen had already made up her mind.

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

Now that there is an opportunity to get more white noodles, how can there be any reason not to?

As for money, she has decided to go back to her natal home and borrow some from her parents first.

Moreover, she has a big brother who has money in his hand.

If it was borrowing money for no reason, her sister-in-law must have eyes not eyes and nose not nose.

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

Only in terms of price, it cannot be compared with the black market.

It's not that she wants to take advantage of her mother's family, but that she doesn't want Li Weidong to take risks in the black market. If she is caught, it doesn't matter if she loses some money.

Right now Li Weidong is not yet registered in the city, even if he is not arrested, there is a high possibility of being driven back.

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

I don't want to take any risk.

Even, if Li Shuqun hadn't said that he would write a letter to his second uncle in the country, and Li Weidong had promised his friend, she would not have wanted Li Weidong to sell any more wild pork.

"That's fine. I'll just make white flour for my house when the time comes. Just don't scare me."

Li Weidong was vaccinated first.

Now that Zhang Xiuzhen is around, the amount can be slightly enlarged.

"Scared? Is it possible that you can still bring back two or three hundred catties of flour?"

Zhang Xiuzhen said casually.

Two to three hundred catties of flour, in her eyes, is already a large amount.

Their family's share of white flour for a year doesn't add up to that much.

And it's just a share. Under normal circumstances, who would ask for so much flour?

In order to fill their stomachs, many people 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 was obvious that he was doing heavy work.

In terms of wages, Zhang Xiuzhen talked about it, and Li Weidong just took the other party to the east room that had been cleaned up, and talked about his plan.

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

Not to mention overthrowing and rebuilding.

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

At least from the outside, it looks fine.

But inside, he has more demands.

You can see the beams at a glance when you look up, it's definitely not possible, find a way to hang the ceiling.

The walls had to be leveled.

The floor cannot be paved with bricks, and I don’t know if there are smooth and clean floor tiles, or wooden floors are also fine.

The worst is to level it with cement.

In addition, he is afraid of the cold in winter. After he has a red sandalwood bed, he cannot build a kang. He must either make it into a fireplace structure or add a heating bag, which is equivalent to the radiator of later generations.

A bathroom has to be separated inside, there is a place to take a bath, it is best to find a way to get a toilet.

He doesn't want to have to go to the toilet at the entrance of the alley to squat on a big winter night, and his butt will freeze you so you won't feel it.

All the windows need to be replaced with new ones, with glass panels, so there is no air leakage.

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

Li Weidong talked endlessly as soon as he opened his mouth, showing signs of not being able to stop.

What's more, the requests he made made the house-cleaning masters stunned for a moment.

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

This is what you call simple tidying up?
Money, is it really enough?

(End of this chapter)