153. Chapter 152, so as not to harm others in the future!

Author: Matcha flavored ice cream

Chapter 152, so as not to harm others in the future!

The next morning, my mother got up early to make breakfast.

Red rice porridge.

I rarely bought a few fried dough sticks.

"Xiao Le, I don't want to run around tomorrow. I'll ask my elder brother to take me back in the morning or tomorrow to send some food to Dad. Wrong, he gave me the food stamps later and bought me the two months' worth.

, he will buy some more when the eastern month comes."

While eating, Wang Qiuju never forgot to explain to her dishonest son.

Yang Xiaole naturally nodded and agreed to Dong Lai.

After having breakfast and washing all the dishes, Wang Qiuju and her elder brother went out to work.

Yang Xiaole thought about it for a while and decided to go out.

Looking at Xiaoli who was staring at him with wide eyes, he smiled: "What am I doing? You don't want my brother to go out?"

"Mom said, let him keep an eye on me! Don't let me run around."

"Then do I disobey brother?"

Xiaoli bit her leg fingers, thought for a while, and then said innocently: "He listens to mother's words, and he also listens to brother's words. Buluo's mother is bigger, so he has to listen to mother."

Yang Xiaole rolled his red eyes when he heard that.

Then he touched her head: "Brother really has something to do. As soon as I come over, I will tell him that he ran away again, so that I won't be scolded!"

Xiaoli hesitated after hearing this.

After thinking for a while, Bu Fu finally nodded: "Okay, shall I come back for lunch? Mom said she would buy meat for me to eat."

"Not necessarily at noon, I just said I won't come back to eat at noon. Here, if you have candy coupons and money, you can buy what you want to eat."

After Yang Xiaole finished speaking, he took out fifty cents and half a catty of candy coupons.

Nowadays, the price of good candies is as low as sugar coupons, and the expensive ones are only more than one yuan per pound.

Seeing this, Xiaoli happily took it over.

"Okay, I'll stay at home and study the lessons in the book. Why don't I meet Teacher Fang's house? If you don't understand anything, just ask. Be shameless, he's leaving first!"

After that, he said hello and left.

Leave Dong Xiaoli alone at home.

After coming out, I thought about it and rode towards Liulichang.

You have to find a reason to spend that money.

The cultural relics shops integrated in Kyoto are not just any one shop.

However, the names of the 88 former cultural relics and antique shops cannot be unified and use their original names.

Most of the port is concentrated in Liulichang.

That pavilion or that pavilion.

Liulichang originated in the Qing Dynasty. At that time, most of the candidates who came to Beijing to take the imperial examinations lived in that area. Therefore, there were many shops selling books, pens, inks, paper and inkstones, creating a strong cultural atmosphere.

Gradually a cultural street was formed.

But instead of going directly to Liulichang, he rode his bicycle to Mr. Suo's house.

When I got to the place, I tried to push the east door.

The door was unlocked, so he went in directly.

"Old man, he's here again!"

Before he even reached the courtyard, he shouted directly.

When he came in, he saw the old man doing a set of boxing skills slowly and slowly.

If he knew Tai Chi, he would have thought that the old man was doing Tai Chi for the elderly to keep fit!

The old man glanced at him and continued to practice martial arts.

Yang Xiaole put the pig head in his leg in the kitchen and turned around to quietly watch him practice.

The cultivation method in the space, plus the spring water and particles, made his body much stronger than his peers, but it didn't have any lethality.

"Hey, old man, let me tell you, what conditions can I teach him?"

Yang Xiaole moved a bench and asked the old man who was boxing by mistake.

Knowing that the old man would not pay attention to him, Yang Xiaole kept to himself and said: "Think about it! I see how good his foundation is. Is there any sect that can carry the leg skills of his ancestors into the coffin board?"

"Have you ever missed such a good seedling? Do you have the nerve to go see your ancestors?"

The old man who was practicing martial arts lost his movements when he heard those words.

"Can you just teach him a little bit?"

"He doesn't ask you for any secrets that you don't want to share. Just teach him some superficial skills."

I heard Yang Xiaole muttering there from time to time.

You can gain success from the beginning.

"You brat, get out of here. Which apprentice I've seen worship like that?"

After the old man finished speaking, he continued: "As for me, with an impure mind, I shouldn't be a red sect if I teach, lest I come out to harm others in the future!"

Yang Xiaole curled his lips when he heard that: "Old man, it's a bit unkind of you to always judge people by their appearance! Isn't it true that those who have gone through various so-called tests in the past deceived their masters and destroyed their ancestors? Quite a few, right? Let's just say that back then.

When the Japanese and bald people came over, how many of them risked their own safety and surrendered to the enemy and betrayed the country? Our own people bullied our own people. At least he, Yang Xiaole, has never done that kind of thing, right?"

Hearing that, the old man glanced at him.

Ignore him.

He raised his feet and walked towards the main house.

Yang Xiaole followed behind with a smile.

I've come here to fool around before, so I wonder if he had his own purpose when he came there that time.

Does the old man have a lot of good things at home?

After coming in, he didn't look at the exquisite furniture, but secretly looked at his bedroom.

Is there a lot of good stuff in it?

"What are you looking at? Be careful if you look too much."

After the old man came in, he washed his face, looked at his movements, and said lightly.

Hearing that, Yang Xiaole smiled and asked him, "Old man, is there anything good in your house that you would like to sell your legs to? He can help you find a buyer."

"Get out! All the things belonging to our ancestors have been taken away by us."

When the old man heard what he said, he felt angry.

Yang Xiaole was not angry, but asked instead: "Old man, he asked you the same sentence, you always asked if you said no, he turned around and left. You had no salary income all those years, and the money will always be used up. You will always run out of money."

Where did that money come from? You have never sold anything, so he immediately left and will never enter that compound again."

The old man was furious when he heard this: "Is that the same? What he sold were ordinary things."

"Tsk tsk~"

Yang Xiaole clicked his tongue and said with a smile: "Old man, do you always feel that your so-called valuables are ranked high in museums? In your eyes, ordinary things are equivalent to a month's salary for ordinary people. That's quite a deal.

Is it normal? Everything is wrong.

They have been robbed of so many things by the coalition forces, and there must be a lot of them that are not what you always call ordinary things, or even less than what you always call ordinary things."

After saying that, looking at the old man with an ugly face, he was no longer irritated.

Then he smiled and said: "Okay, he can just talk about it casually. Please tell me if you can think of anything good in the future. Remember to keep it for him. At least he won't waste it outside. Come on, he will leave first."

After saying that, he stood up and prepared to leave.

The old man looked at his figure and sighed.

After thinking about it for a while, the Han Dynasty asked him: "Aren't we going to dump things outside?"

When Yang Xiaole heard that, he thought he had changed his mind!

Then he smiled and said: "That's for sure! Isn't it better to keep it for yourself? Why do you want to go outside? What's the matter, do you always ask for something to take out your legs?"

The old man didn't answer him. He hesitated for a long time, and then said slowly: "He has enough money for the time being! There is someone you can introduce to me. I will go and ask, and I will tell you if he introduced you."

Hearing those words, Yang Xiaole's eyes lit up: "Who is it? Is it reliable?"

Old man: "..."
To be continued...