Daily life in the courtyard

Chapter 12 Unintentionally pretending to be 13

The jeep stopped at the entrance of the alley, and when Wu Jianguo and his grandson followed Wei Pingan to the courtyard house, the retro clock on the chest of drawers showed that it was ten past twelve.

Could have been back an hour ago.

It just so happened that old Wu's head came and went, and the fish bit the hook one after another.

Maybe the fish in the North Sea is also at lunch time.

The old Wutou was depressed all morning, and now he started to fish, and he dragged on for another half an hour before he finished his fun.

Push the door in.

The old Wutou first saw the big desk under the window sill on the left.

Then I was shocked by the bookshelves and books all over the wall.

Wei Ping'an's image was instantly plumped up.

A young man who lost his parents, dropped out of school and entered the factory workshop is still learning silently and perseveringly. What a precious spiritual quality.

However, Wu Yuemin was attracted by the decoration style of the house.

Young people are more "advanced" in thinking, not to mention the beauty of Yenching University.

That represents the most cutting-edge intellectuals in the country.

In Wu Yuemin's eyes, this house is particularly neat and novel, with dual functions of logic and use, which is pleasing to the eye.

An ordinary room, but the prism clearly divides the sleeping area, the eating area, and the office and reading area.

The overall style reveals a bookish atmosphere.

Perhaps in terms of quantity, Wei Pingan, a worker, doesn't have as many books as his neighbor's. After all, he has the conditions and has accumulated more than ten years.

But in terms of the layout and design of the bookshelves, this room is obviously much higher than the study of the best friend's house.

It feels like a thousand miles away.

Wu Yuemin subconsciously thought of a word: there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky.

"Who dressed this up? It's really good."

Wu Yuemin took the initiative to ask Wei Pingan for the first time in half a day.

"I made it myself years ago."

Wu Yuemin glanced at Wei Pingan, who was busy in the kitchen, and once again refreshed his understanding of ordinary workers in this rolling mill.

"here it is……"

Wu Yuemin stretched her neck and looked up, wanting to see the bed above the steps, but when she turned her head, she saw a door in the northeast corner.

The little girl is used to being wild on weekdays, so she just opened the door and went in to visit.

A cement pool covered with ceramic sheets (a little girl who has never seen it can only think so), with towels hanging on the wall next to it, and porcelain jars and toothbrushes and toothpaste underneath.

Facing the pool in the middle is a square mirror, which is very clean and reflects a girl with a pleasant and surprised expression on her face.

There is actually a door on the left, push the door and go in...

After a while, Wu Yuemin came out with a hot face.

She seems to have seen the bath and toilet when she and her classmates went to a foreign embassy, ​​but the material of the toilet is different.

Only then did I realize that the one outside the door is not called a 'cement pool with ceramic sheets'.

It felt good, so I tried to use it.

It took half an hour to react.

When I went to someone's house for the first time, I did something special.

Moreover, this steel toilet was probably made by Wei Pingan himself.

It seemed that his butt touched Wei Ping'an's hand indirectly.

She blushed in shame.

When I ran out, I saw that there was no one in the house.

In the next second, a voice of exclamation came from the door.

It was Grandpa's voice.

The location is in the kitchen.

Wu Yuemin also hurried over to have a look.

I saw Wei Pingan standing in front of an iron-welded shelf. There was a rectangular thing in the middle of the shelf. On one side was a large aluminum pot, the kind used to steam steamed buns, with flames blazing underneath.

There was also a flame coming out from the other side, and Wei Pingan was holding the handle of the iron pot with one hand, skillfully shaking the spoon.

Like a master chef with a very dashing background.

In the next second, Wu Yuemin smelled an extremely alluring fragrance belatedly.

How much oil does this have to put in...

The children in the compound did not grow up biting the golden key. They also know about whole grains, and they can wash and cook.

A military family like Wu Jianguo would not spoil their children.

Even if the family conditions are superior to most others, a certain amount of hardship and simplicity is advocated.

Wu Yuemin said that he has never experienced so much oil in frying.

I couldn't help but look forward to the next meal.

Inside, while cooking, Wei Pingan answered the old Wutou's thousand whys.

"...so I designed an ignition valve, with a knob to solve the ignition problem, which uses the ignition magnetic needle..."

"Then if the operation is wrong or forgotten, will it be dangerous?"

"I thought of this question when I first designed it, and I made it this way..."

"Huh? Although I still don't understand what you said, I feel that your brain is a treasure, and it is the wealth of our country..."

"...I named it the induction needle. After the ignition is on, the electromagnetic circuit is used to prevent the gas valve from closing, and it can be disconnected after the ignition is turned off to automatically close the gas leakage..."

This time, it was specially explained to Wu Yuemin who aroused his thirst for knowledge.

The old man quietly went to the back room, found an ancient book from the bookshelf, and sat at the desk to read it.

The chair has upholstery and a backrest. The seemingly inconspicuous little place reveals all kinds of ingenuity.

Old Wutou is simply too satisfied with this grandson-in-law.

From time to time, there were laughter and laughter in the kitchen, and the tangy fragrance also wafted out.

"When these two really come together in the future, I will change the way and ask Wei Xiaozi to prepare delicious food for me."

Wu Jianguo swallowed, and muttered fiercely.

He didn't know that many people in the courtyard couldn't help complaining.

In the era of lack of food and clothing, the temptation of this kind of food is hardly fatal.

"This damned little bastard, he doesn't know how to respect the elderly when he eats delicious food..."

Jia Zhang cursed as usual, unaware that she had been on the verge of death many times.

The spicy fish adopts the younger brother of the fish king.

The half-human-tall fish king grew for some reason. It already had a dragon beard, and its tail looked like a peacock spreading its wings. It was very dreamy and beautiful.

Although they grew up in the era of materialism, the three decided to let it go.

After all, he is an old man, he is more superstitious about this, and Wei Ping'an... well, he is not normal either.

Although this fish is not as good as the king fish, but only half of it is used for a full pot.

Wei Pingan used plenty of ingredients for cooking, and the method was different from the traditional method. He also put the butter hot pot base that was exchanged for the points.

In this era of lack of taste, it is simply a big killer.

Spicy fish, chili scrambled eggs, vinegar-simmered cabbage, hot and sour potato shreds, and white flour steamed buns and sweet potato porridge with stick noodles that can almost stand on chopsticks.

Wu Jianguo and Wu Yuemin sat at the dining table, staring at the food in a daze.

This... is richer than the Chinese New Year.

Old Wutou brought 3 catties of stick noodles, which is the standard for three people for a meal, and he thought it was to treat Xiao Wei favorably.

It seems a little ashamed now.

Fortunately, on the spur of the moment, I asked the servants to bring a bottle of Moutai. Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, there was a good wine with special meaning, and there was no existence of drinking one bottle and one less bottle.

"Xiao Wei, I'll let you taste the good wine I brought today. This is when we fought..."

"Hey, Comrade Wu, as the saying goes, guests do as they please. This wine is just a gift for the first time you come to the door. Let's drink my wine..."

Wei Pingan rubbed his hands and smiled shyly.

There are only a few hundred bottles of this batch of wine, and they are still kept in the hands of those big bosses.

To put it bluntly, at Jianguo's banquet, this wine was on the table of several big leaders.

In addition to Moutai craftsmanship, there are also special meanings in special periods.

20 years, can be regarded as old wine.

Wei Ping'an is short of "family heirlooms". This wine is so expensive and cheap.

Old Man Wu frowned.

"Such a good meal, if the wine is not good, you will be blind."

"Look at what you've always said. Although my wine has no special significance, it is also a good wine brewed by the authentic ancient method."

As he said that, Wei Pingan ran up the steps and moved out a rectangular wooden box from the wardrobe in the northwest corner.

About the size of an ammo box.

"Hey, there is really something."

The old wine is hidden in the caves of Maotai Town, filled with earthen pottery altars, and the gaps are filled with distiller's grains.

There are 6 point redemptions in the Points Mall, and the configuration is the same as that of Pinxixi.

Although the vintage is almost meaningless, no matter it is the brewing materials, production process or packaging design, it is not comparable to the wines of this era.

Old Wutou looked at the pottery altar in front of him, a little speechless.

If he was born in a later life, he would be able to deeply realize the outdated saying: If you fail to pretend to be strong, you will be slapped in the face.

Although he can't speak the words, he can understand the meaning very thoroughly.

For this reason, Lao Wutou did not drink less wine.

"Can this thing still earn foreign exchange?"

Three points drunk, Wei Ping'an's mouth was bald a lot, but Wu Yuemin, who hadn't even touched a drop of alcohol, heard a sensitive word:
foreign exchange.

　This weekend, thanks to my partners for their support, and I will present you at three o'clock...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)