When I sent the mushrooms in my hand back, I found that the villagers had eaten steaming wontons.

"Where did you buy such a basket of mushrooms?" Ji Shuping saw that Sangbai was back and held a basket of mushrooms in his hand and asked casually.

Sangbai said the price, and Ji Shuping said: "It's a little more expensive, but it's not easy to have so many."

"Where is my dad and Uncle Xianfu?" Sang Bai looked at it and found that there were two bowls on the cart, and no one moved the wontons inside.

Ji Shuping said: "I went to buy meat. Isn't the village going to bring some beef or something? I'll buy some red paper firecrackers. Your father-in-law said he would go and have a look. We said your family might not have bought firecrackers yet..."

After hearing Ji Shuping say this, Sang Bai remembered the notes in his pocket, so he took them out and said, "You almost forgot what the villagers want to bring."

"You read it once, I can remember it," said Ji Shuping.

Sang Bai read the note and Ji Shuping repeated it, and sure enough, there were not many words per word.

"Why don't you drink a bowl of wontons?"

Sangbai said: "No need, I'll go for a walk."

After saying that, Sang Bai returned the little woman's basket and headed straight to the public sales agency store. When he entered the store, he found that the fat girl who was familiar with him was also there, so he had a good time for her.

“What do you want to buy today?”

The fat girl also saw Sang Bai. She was all old acquaintances, so there was no need to say anything more.

Sanba asked, “Is there anything good to come?”

"It's not so good, but when I got a box of Yanghe's pingyou wine, it was a little expensive, but it was all ten years old and there were a few cigarettes," said the fat girl.

"Take it all for me, and get some more..." After hearing this, Sang Bai also reported some oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and other things on the list.

Sang Bai's action immediately made the people around him look at him, waiting for Sang Bai to finish the money, holding a box of wine, and holding a cigarette on the wine and waiting for things to leave, these people started to discuss.

"Which farmer is this man from? Is this so generous during the New Year? Isn't it that I have thrown out all the money I have spent on the soil for a year?" an old man said while clattering his tobacco pipe.

"Which village is from either Liushuzhuang or Shanwang Village? Except for these two villages, which village has such generous people? Other villages eat braised vegetables..." a middle-aged farmer next to him said casually.

I knew I didn't know each other at first, and I was the kind of talking to me temporarily.

The fat girl was about to talk, but the quick-mouthed colleague at the counter said, "Which village can you do? Liushu Village, it costs one or two thousand yuan tobacco and alcohol here a year."

"Light cigarettes and alcohol?!"

A group of old rural areas immediately felt that their values ​​were impacted, and their family might not have a net income of one or two thousand yuan a year.

Don’t use any official average income to mess with people. After decades, there are not many people who want to farm if they are exempted from agricultural tax. Think about what kind of living conditions are farmers now.

Otherwise, the hero and the Eastern person would have gone to college with a few dozen eggs in his arms. That was the beginning of the 1990s. You must know that it is only the mid-1980s.

"It's normal. I heard that Liushu Village can earn tens of thousands of dollars in income just by selling peaches to foreigners a year. Now I have built another house and a group of foreigners come to live in it. I heard that the village can be divided into tens of thousands of dollars in a month. The poor village has started to shake up. I heard that the men in the village have married a wife except those who are too old."

The money earned by Liushuzhuang is something these people need to look up to, so they naturally look envious when they speak.

"My second cousin's neighbor's third daughter married someone from Liushuzhuang. Every time I go back to my parents' home, I carry things at home in big bags. This time, the family pays 200 yuan for the New Year. Alas, the village cannot be compared with the village," said another person.

"Now Shanwang Village is almost intriguing?" someone else asked.

"It's up to you to see if your little wife is willing to marry. In the past, Shanwang Village was the top priority. If anyone's daughter gets married, she will mention it to everyone. Now it's Liushu Village, but there are too few people in Liushu Village, so I guess they'll marry all the ones I should marry, otherwise my daughter will also say that she'll get in."

"Don't they come to the house? If you recruit a son-in-law, the child can also take the man's surname."

"The girl in Liushuzhuang has a high vision. She is a high school student when she says that she is a high school student. If she doesn't have a high school student, she won't look at you with a direct look."

snort!

Just as a group of people were holding Willow Village, a cold snorted into everyone's ears.

"Isn't it just a small village that has just made a fortune recently? I don't believe I can go to Shanwang Village," the young man said angrily.

Everyone is nonsense, and many people are squatting in supply and marketing cooperative stores to shelter from the wind, not coming to argue with others. When they hear this provocative words, everyone shut up at the same time.

Everyone understood that this person was probably from Shanwang Village. Everyone didn't want to attract trouble, so they had to shut up.

Now everyone in the town knows that the people in Shanwang Village and Liu Village cannot see each other.

But what about it?

The facts are not as these good people think. Neither Liushuzhuang nor Shanwang Village have much intersection.

There is no contact, and there is no such thing as water and fire, because there is no need. Each family lives his own business and has no intersection in business. What can you do?

Some people are so terrible, they are famine-filled and have a meal at home, and they think that the people who eat rice every meal are not good.

This is a bit like the group of people on the Internet forty years later.

I either feel sorry for this today or that tomorrow, the female star who has a surrogate child, and I feel sorry for Lao Guo, who has a traitor, but I don’t have time to feel sorry for myself.

It is too humble to know others, but they don’t know your pleasing.

However, this situation also illustrates the change in the concepts of the villagers from public ownership to market economy from public ownership alone. The people have gradually changed from their previous concepts to becoming rich. Everyone envies the villages that have made money.

This is a good thing and a bad thing. Once you pass a moral bottom line, the decline of rural moral concepts will inevitably occur.

Sang Bai naturally didn't feel the mood to think about how others were doing. He put down his cigarettes and alcohol and headed straight to the place where the old man was placing the woodcut.

Sang Bai has always admired the old man's skills, but the old man doesn't like him. He will never give him any good looks every time he sees him.

It’s not that Sang Bo puts a hot face on someone’s cold butt, but that Sang Bo really likes the old man’s skills and wants to get a good bed for himself.

The beds used by Sangbai now are naturally solid wood, but the work is average, so it is fine to use them for ordinary people. However, the pockets are too expensive, and the amount of slutty Sangbai is a bit overwhelming.

The bed in his heart must be of ancient style. The bed must have a roof, preferably with branches around it, and then from the edge of the bed to the top, and there must be bars on all sides. There is no need to carry a toilet like a lever, but it cannot be like a normal bed.

Why not collect the old beds, because Sanbo doesn’t like it.

Even if it is an antique, he doesn't like to sleep in beds that others have slept with, and he feels a little scared, always feeling that he doesn't know how many people die on this bed.

If it were my ancestors, it would be fine. If it was irrelevant, it would always feel uncomfortable all over.

As for the material, will Sangbai be worried? Find a seedling of red sandalwood and water it will be made into ingredient. He is worried about the yarn.

After heading to the old man's stall, standing in the distance for a while, Sang Bai found it interesting. The American Gang had already swept the old man's stall. It was obvious that these people were not very interested in the old man's craftsmanship.

Then the Japanese Gang swept it again. The Japanese Gang was interested, but the price was obviously not as high as he hoped. As for the villagers here, there were a few who had spare money to buy this.

So Sangbai proposed to save the angel and landed next to the old man's stall.

"Old man!"

As soon as he saw Sang Bai, the old man immediately had a disgrace to his face.

"Do you have something red sandalwood to do?" the old man asked looking at Sang Bai.

Seeing Sang Bai smiling and not speaking, the old man said again: "If you really pay for the money, I have good materials!"

Sang Bai was stunned for a moment when he heard this and blurted out, "What material?"

"Sea yellow material" said the old man.

"Can you take a look?" Sang Bai felt it was interesting now.

The old man stretched out his hand and said, "It seems OK, but he has to charge for ten yuan!"

Is Sang Bai who cares about ten yuan? He took out his hands from his pocket and held a corner of each hand and put it on the old man's hand: "Take it."

It was obvious that the old man was confused. After a while, he put away his stall and threw it down: "Come with me!"

Sang Bai followed the old man to his house and entered the yard. He found a lot of old materials in the shed in the yard. However, the ones placed in the yard are not very good. But even such materials will be very good after being placed forty years.

The old man threw the carved things under the shed, threw them away casually, and then took Sang Bai to the west house, pushed open the door and said.

"You see it yourself!"

After seeing Sang Bai, he saw that this was amazing. The ground was filled with old materials and they were supported with wood. When he saw the material, he knew that it was an old material that was removed from a building in the house.

Sang Bai looked through it and found that it was indeed old materials, and it was indeed sea yellow. In the future, these materials would be enough for a family to live happily for a lifetime, but now they are lying in the dilapidated house of the elderly in the countryside.

"How much does this material cost?" Sang Bai asked.

"You can take away a total of one thousand yuan," said the old man.

When Sang Bo heard this, he said, "I want it!"

Before the old man could react, Sang Bai said, "Can you help me make a bed? If it is the old-fashioned one..."

Sang Bai took out the paper from his pocket and drew it casually. The appearance of a bed was vividly revealed on the paper. The years of painting skills were not in vain. Sang Bai is now a 'famous' cartoonist, with a pseudonym: Demon King.

"The manual cost is 300! The least, it takes effort," said the old man.

Sangbai nodded and said, "Yes!"

“How many pieces of material can be made here?”

The old man said: "Two and a half."

The old man understood that the bed painted by Sang Bai was actually not much of a place to use large materials, such as random branches and patterns, and small materials for the characters, so there is almost no waste of materials here.

"Then make three for me according to this meaning!" Sang Bai said.

The old man thought for a while and said, "If you want to pay, I have better materials, large materials, which were used as roof beams!"

When Sang Bo heard this, he asked, "What's the point?"

The old man gestured: "Such thick red sandalwood material is the most old material, used in the ancestral hall."

Sang Bai was even more strange now. He asked the old man and shut up. Sang Bai guessed that this must be the ancestor of the mountain village that was going to be unlucky.

There were many salt merchants in Gushan before, and they were both in the Ming and Qing dynasties. These people made money and returned to their hometowns to build big houses.

When the Four Olds were destroyed, the ones outside the mountain or those who were easy to enter were all stripped down. The rest were in the deep mountains, where the road was difficult to walk, and people were tough. The young red players wanted to demolish the things that were not capable of demolishing them and kept them.

But this is not about Sangbai. It is not his Sangbai's ancestor. Even if he is Sangbai's ancestor, Sangbai would not take it seriously. He is not very close to his father, let alone his ancestor.

"Tell me a price!"

The sang cypress is not ambiguous at all. If there is a leak, then it is not stupid to pick it up.
Chapter completed!