Since 1983

"Sigh!"

Heat the iron pan, add base oil, pour in the red pepper segments and sauté until fragrant, then pour in the chopped cabbage slices. Stir-fry until soft and raw, add salt and stir-fry well, then add vinegar and stir-fry for a few times, when you smell vinegar, you can take it out of the pan.

In the small courtyard, Mr. Xu braved the cold to prepare a plate of vinegared cabbage, brought it into the room in a hurry, filled another bowl of rice, placed it on the only non-antique stool, and squatted there .

He took a mouthful of cabbage, chewed it, and his face immediately twisted into a ball.

Too spicy, too salty, too sour, too hard... Except that the pepper looks bright red, I can't pick out half of the advantages.

"Hey, I really miss the days of ordering takeout."

He had no choice but to pour the vegetable soup into a bowl and mix it with the rice, but it tasted good, hot and sour. There is no way, the life of a man living alone has always been bad, and no one can count on him except his own hands.

It is said that Mr. Xu is learning to cook recently, but it is a pity that his talent is not good, and he does not want to fry in the house, fearing that the oil will smoke the antiques, so he moves the stove outside in winter, and is ruthlessly ridiculed by the aunt every time.

"Hey, this sour smell can be smelled every eight hundred miles. Have you smashed your vinegar jar?"

Said that aunt and aunt will be there, and walked past outside, Xu Fei replied in a loud voice: "We don't have a vinegar jar at home, why are you here?"

"I went shopping for vegetables, so you don't have to come over for dinner after you eat."

If you don't rub it, don't rub it!

He was making rice with his hot and sour soup, and his teeth were ringing as he chewed.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

While eating, the courtyard door knocked.

He went to open the door and saw that Ma Wei was poking outside, leading a middle-aged man dressed in nondescript clothes, wearing leather shoes in winter, and wiping a mustache on his mouth.

"Here, I'll show someone to look at the house, don't you bother me?"

"If you want to disturb or not, come in."

Xu Fei let them into the courtyard and asked, "Here, what's your surname?"

"Miangui's surname is Zhao."

"Oh, you want to buy a house?"

"Well then, come over and have a look first."

The three entered the room, and the man's eyes began to shoot around, and he couldn't tell where his accent was.

"The place is not small, and there are quite a lot of things. Is it yours or the landlord's?"

"Both."

"Oh, this bed is too old to sleep in..."

He pointed to the huanghuali Luohan bed, "Besides, is it a table or a bed? It's not foreign, and this cabinet is really broken. No one picked it up when it was thrown out."

He pointed to the four-piece cabinet with cloud and dragon patterns from the early Qing Dynasty again, "If it's yours, I won't talk about it, but if it's the landlord's, I have to talk about it, it must be cheap!"

The two rooms have such a grand scene, this person turned around and looked at it, "It's okay, let's talk about it when we go back."

People turned around and left.

"Hey, old horse!"

Xu Fei called Ma Weidu to stop, and asked in a low voice, "Where is this guy from?"

"I don't know. A friend introduced me to buy a house."

"Then did you tell people that there is no formality?"

"I said it, but people insist on buying it. Maybe they have some ideas. I'll find out first when I go back. If I really buy it, I'll try my best to delay it for a while. You should hurry up and find a place to live."

"Understood, see you later!"

Xu Fei sent the two of them away, and ran back to the house to continue eating his hot and sour soup with rice.

Not long after, the aunt knocked on the door again, "Boy (zei), what are those two doing?"

"If you are buying a house, come and have a look." He opened the door.

"Then you can't live anymore?"

"The landlord wants to sell, and I can still be shameless? Isn't it like going to the street every day to find a house?"

"Stay here for a long time?"

"Live, it's best if you can buy it."

"Hey, I can't see it!"

The aunt circled around him twice, "I got two big girls earlier, and now I'm buying a yard again. You've been dead enough for ten years. Let's do this, I know a family, and I'll take it with me tomorrow." You see."

Oh, I'm going, you are my own mother!

Xu Fei was very pleasantly surprised, thank you in every possible way.

...

"Miscellaneous: Snuff bottles, seven pieces in total.

A blue glazed blue snuff bottle painted in gold and seawater, Qing Dynasty.

A clear blue glass snuff bottle.

One piece of parking on the side of the painting inside the clear blue material..."

At night, Xu Fei was registering his babies with a booklet. It is divided into nine items including furniture, Wenwan, porcelain, bronze ware, jade and stone ware, and miscellaneous items. Each piece is numbered and accompanied by a vivid stick figure.

"Porcelain, a total of thirty-six pieces."

"A pair of Qingfencai Wufu holding birthday pots."

"A square vase with alum red flower, bird and animal ears from the Republic of China."

"Imitated into a colored fighting color chicken bowl cup..."

He picked up a small bowl with a diameter of about eight centimeters, and several beautiful roosters and hens were painted on the outer wall. Of course, this is not an authentic product that sold more than 200 million yuan and was imitated for the Republic of China.

Anyway, Mr. Xu doesn’t understand why a small bowl can fetch more than 200 million yuan. What’s the difference between this thing and TVB’s ancestral rooster bowl?

He was busy for a long time to complete the records, and at the end of the calculation, he collected a total of 193 pieces, of which 38 pieces were of high value.

Among them, the most outstanding is a pair of bucket color gourd vases from the Yongzheng period; the oldest is a copper-stitched gold beast-faced carrying beam from the early Ming Dynasty.

You are a kind of wine vessel from the Shang and Zhou dynasties. This one was made in imitation of ancient times in the Ming Dynasty. The mouth is oval, the foot is ring-shaped, with a cover and a handle, and the belly is deep and big.

"Incomparably fulfilling, incomparably fulfilling..."

Xu Fei looked at the whole room, satisfied both mentally and physically, and felt warm all over, followed by another hot current in his stomach, overwhelming.

"Fuck, I said that vinegared cabbage is poisonous!"

He quickly tore the toilet paper, rushed to the public toilet outside in a hurry, spread his legs and squatted down.

A sloppy thing came out instantly, the bottom was very hot, the buttocks were very cold, accompanied by the cold smell of the dry toilet being covered by the cold air.

That's sour!

Ya squatted for a minute, her buttocks were frozen in two, and she returned to the house trembling, watching the small stove to warm up, feeling aggrieved like a pretty widow who has lived alone for many years.

Now when we mention courtyard houses, we think they belong to the wealthy class, but in the 1980s it was completely the opposite.

Decades ago, a large number of houses were expropriated for public use, and only a few survived. Later, I went through a lot of messy things, and some of them returned.

Therefore, except for a few courtyard houses, they still retain the state of single-family courtyards, and most of them have become miscellaneous courtyards. It is common for four, five, six, or seven households to live in this way, and three generations to live in a place of ten square meters.

There is no heating, no kitchen, and shared faucets. Even the household toilets have been filled in a large number and replaced by neighborhood public toilets. We have to prepare a urinal in the house, and get up in the morning to pour it out. If you catch up with shit and run over to see if the pit is full, then the arrangement is clear!

As for the two-entry, three-entry, five-entry, and even the mansions of this palace and that palace, they are all public units.

The place where Xu Fei lives is actually a small courtyard, but they are all out of the country, so it is quieter. If possible, he also wants to live in a building, but the problem is that he can't afford it!

Therefore, the most depressing thing in this world is not having no money, but having money that cannot be spent.

"Really cold!"

Teacher Xu roasted for a while, took another sip of white wine, and then dared to shrink back into the bed, "How do the guys who bought the courtyard house solve the heating and water supply? Te Niang is the best place in the capital, and let you dig the septic by yourself Pool?"

Hey, back then, Wang Jingwen also fell into the urinal.