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The sound of "Sharpen the scissors – Clang the kitchen knife" broke the silence of the morning.
When shouting, there must be rules and appreciation. Shouting without thinking was not allowed. To shout in front of someone's front door, one must drag out the sound, so that people several courtyards away can hear him, and at the same time, one must reveal elegance, one must not use a wild and uncouth tone to annoy people. To shout in a busy market, one must pay attention to short, sweet, crisp, and loud sounds, so that people will want to buy it.
When Li He opened the courtyard door with a porcelain basin, the sun had already brushed past the east wall and shone on the row of grape trellises on the west wall. The first ray of sunlight shone on the grape leaves.
He turned on the radio and tuned to the drama channel. The singing of Henan Opera floated in the courtyard.
The culture of Henan's opera had gone through a lot of ups and downs in history to be able to be so refreshing today.
Li He not only liked Henan Opera, but also Siping Opera and Peking Opera. He didn't have many hobbies to begin with. Suddenly liking something was like smoking a cigarette. Once hooked, it was hard to quit.
After listening to it, it would be especially interesting. If he could sing it, it would be even more exciting.
He looked forward to it early and late …
Today, he drank to his heart's content to celebrate …
With the development of the times, there were fewer and fewer people who liked to listen to these old-fashioned things. Of course, everyone had the freedom to watch thunderstorms with oppa, but they shouldn't despise traditional things.
There was a saying in Farewell My Concubine: Don't mind, we're all lowly people. Let's not despise each other.
He Fang felt that Li He's hobby was inconceivable. It was as if he thought that opera was a pastime for old men and old women when they had nothing to do.
He Fang poured water into Li He's porcelain basin, handed him a towel, and said, "Why did you torment Ming Zi? I can just scrape some putty powder from my house. "
Li He was stunned. "Ming Zi is here?"
He Fang said angrily, "He came around 5 o 'clock with his two friends, Erbiao and a tall skinny guy. I really can't remember his name. He rode a tricycle and brought me a big bedside table and a big wardrobe. After moving in, I let them eat porridge in the living room. "
Li He wiped his face and threw the towel into the basin out of habit. "He's called Skinny Monkey. I don't know his full name. Don't worry, there's strength in numbers. Cook a good lunch for them and drink some porridge. Let's go. "
He Fang thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll buy each of them a pair of big front doors …"
Li He nodded tacitly. The front door was not bad either.
Skinny Monkey was squatting at the doorstep of the central room, drinking porridge. He even had a green onion in his hand. When he saw Li He enter, he stood up and said, "Brother, do you want some too?"
"Why are you squatting on the doorsill when you have a chair? Eat more." Li He actually liked squatting on the doorsill to eat. It was common in the countryside. People could compare the dishes of different families with each other and discuss some family trivia. It was almost the same as eating barbecue by the roadside now. It had the function of socializing. Of course, he did not rule out the possibility of complaining about the heat in the house.
There was also a saying that people squatted at the doorstep and placed bowls in front of beggars. During times of famine, there would be many beggars passing by. They wanted to let the beggars know that their bowls were empty and that they couldn't even fill their stomachs, so they could go to other beggars. That way, they wouldn't have to waste their breath.
The beggars would go wherever they saw cooking smoke at noon. As long as there was cooking smoke, there would be food to eat. As long as the cooking smoke rose, it would not be far from mealtime. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
That was a time that no one could ever forget. Many people's sallow faces were filled with sorrow.
Li He saw a pile of duck egg shells in front of Erbiao and Su Ming. The basket with salted eggs was also empty. "You two continue to eat. I'll go get more."
Erbiao was clever. He immediately put down his chopsticks and ran to the kitchen to get more.
"Did you buy the putty powder?" Li He asked Su Ming. He scooped a bowl of porridge for himself and sat down.
"Everything is ready. We can start in a while."
"How's the shop's business?" Li He only looked at the account book once in the first two months. He did not ask about the business after that.
When Su Ming heard Li He's question, he was a little excited. He whispered, "It's not less than the wholesale price. The unit price is higher. I can earn more by selling one piece at a retail price than by selling ten pieces at a wholesale price. I earned more than 2300 yuan yesterday. That little girl can't take care of it. I've asked them to keep an eye out and hire someone from the countryside. " “
Li He was not surprised. The clothes in the shop were not only new in style, but also beautiful in color. The same red color was better than the color cards from the state-owned factories. In layman's terms, the color was better than the color cards from the state-owned factories. Therefore, the shop would definitely sell well.
After dinner, they went to He Fang's house together. Only now did they realize that it was not far away. It only took them ten minutes to get familiar with the road.
Erbiao and Skinny Monkey went up to the roof. They threw away the rotten tiles and repaved the newly dug tiles.
Li He and Su Ming moved the obstructing furniture to the corner to make it easier for them to work.
He Fang and Fu Xia wore newspaper hats on their heads. They took shovels in their hands and shoveled the peeling paint off the wall.
Because there was no paint, it was impossible for the wall to be sealed. Li He directly used a roll of putty powder to brush the wall. When it was uneven, he used white latex mixed with gypsum powder to level the wall. It was not very professional, and the scraping was too thick. As for whether the wall would crack or not, it was a matter for the future.
It seemed that professional things should be done by professionals. They could not make a name for themselves even if they renovated the house now. They would have to redo it in the future. Li He finally said to He Fang, "You'd better paint the bedroom that you sleep in. As long as the roof does not leak, it will be fine. As for the rest, we'll have to hire a professional painter in the future.
He Fang thought for a while and said, "Okay, we'll do two bedrooms. Fu Xia and I will sleep in one each."
It was much more efficient this way. When it was almost noon, Fu Xia went back to cook.
After lunch, they did not rest. They painted all the walls and cleaned up the rubbish in the house. It was already five o 'clock.
Everyone's clothes were stained with putty powder. He Fang looked at Su Ming and the others and said embarrassedly, "Oh, my clothes are dirty. You can go back and change. Wear your Li He clothes."
They quickly waved their hands, indicating that there was no need. Su Ming smiled and said, "We sell clothes. We don't need clothes to wear. Let's go back and change into something else tonight."
He Fang did not care. "I'll give you the money for the putty powder."
"Sis, you're flirting with me. Who are we?"
Li He saw the two of them pushing and shoving, so he said, "Ming, take it. Even blood brothers should settle accounts clearly."
That night, He Fang brought out her special skills. Good wine and good food were a must.
When it was time to drink, He Fang did not stand on ceremony. She toasted Erbiao first. "I'm sorry to trouble you today. I'll finish it. You can do whatever you want."
With that, she downed the whole glass.
Erbiao and Skinny Monkey did not want to lose face in front of her, so they finished their drinks and returned the toast. They thought to themselves, "I can't handle you." However, after each of them drank half a catty, they felt their throats clogging up and could only endure it.
Su Ming knew that He Fang could drink, so he did not dare to resist. He pretended that he could not hold his liquor and took advantage of the situation. Li He ate at the side and pretended not to see anything.
The few of them drank until nine o 'clock. As soon as they left the courtyard, Erbiao ran a few steps and vomited at a corner. He took a breath and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He said with a sad face, "This woman can drink too much."
Su Ming passed a cigarette to Erbiao and said with a smile, "What do you think? Are you done? If you're done, let's go. "
Li He locked the door and poured a glass of water for He Fang. "You drank a lot. Are you okay?" “
"It's okay, the two of them are not good enough yet." He Fang took the cup and went to the yard to take a sip. She looked up and saw a bright moon hanging high in the sky with a few wisps of white clouds drifting by. She asked Li He, "Little Li, what do the moon and the white clouds look like?"
"… Uh … It's the moon and white clouds. What else could it look like …"
"Tsk! You have no imagination at all! It looks like a mutton hotpot!!! Oh yeah, when are you going to eat the mutton hotpot you promised me? "
"…"
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