Yan Laoer specially brought out a few eggs so that if the aunt regretted not wanting to exchange them, she could use them to exchange for the villagers' bowls, which was equivalent to "stocking up" in advance.
"Oh, you young man, you can't be so sincere, you will lose money in business!"
The aunt used the new bowl and poured water for him.
"Drink, young man, to quench your thirst."
Yan Laoer: "Auntie..."
"Don't worry, drink it. You won't miss this sip."
When Yan Laoer was about to leave, the aunt said something and stuffed an egg back, leaving only one. She walked him all the way to the entrance of the village, waving her hand and watching him go away.
…
Yan Laoer returned again and attracted the attention of the whole village.
They want to know if their own things have been replaced, and what has been replaced?
The villagers gathered around and Yan Laoer spread out the things he had brought back.
Those who took back their own things couldn’t help but feel regretful that they were not selected.
I couldn't find it, so I was elated.
One is Sister-in-law Cui. Her bowl is newly purchased. Although it is made of rough porcelain, there are several flowers on it, so people will take a fancy to it!
She harvested a lot of green vegetables and smiled so hard that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear.
Her eyes were gleaming, and she would talk to everyone she met with the dish, saying how she was so good at buying things and how lucky she was.
She also praised Yan Laoer, saying that she had known that Yan Laoer was a capable person, and that people who had seen the world outside were different. Don’t you know, Yan Laoer can also trim the hooves of livestock, blah blah blah...
The other was the youngest daughter of the Hu family. Yan Laoer left two pairs of insoles and gave her two eggs. The little girl happily went back and showed them to her parents.
"This time, we don't know what they want. It would be nice if we could get something back. No matter which village we encounter in the future, everyone will have a chance." Yan Laoer said to everyone.
The people in the village gradually dispersed, but this incident still left some traces in everyone's mind, and they would talk about it from time to time when they were on their way in the afternoon.
Sambo takes everyone on a newly planned route.
Yan Laoer is still the one driving the car. There is nothing he can do. He can't tell his elder brother that he doesn't need your brother's guidance at all, as long as he has a cow.
There is no official road to walk on the small road. Fortunately, everyone takes turns and does not feel very tired.
Occasionally, I will meet some people and catch up with them and ask them where they are going and what they are doing.
We all said honestly that we couldn't survive anymore, so we went to escape.
Those people looked like they had seen a ghost.
Look at the exaggerated bullock cart at the head of you, and the mule cart and donkey cart behind it. The bags piled up are probably all grains. Why do you still need to flee the famine?
But when the villagers said that the old well in the village could not draw a drop of water, they felt the same way.
The ones with quick reactions hurriedly ran towards the village, while the ones with slower reactions waited for the group of people to go far away and then hurried towards home.
"Uncle, can we say this?" Yan Xiangheng asked in a low voice.
"What's wrong?" Yan Laoer saw his eldest nephew crawling over and motioned for the two of them to change places.
To train the eldest nephew, practice is the main focus.
"When these people see us leaving, don't they have to follow us?" Yan Xiangheng didn't know what the herd effect was, but he started from his own perspective. If what he saw and heard was like this, he would definitely choose this way.
"It's okay, they can't catch up with us." Yan Laoer was very confident. That was the route carefully planned by his three treasures. By taking a shortcut, he would definitely be ahead of everyone.
"Uncle, I'm not worried about this." Yan Xiangheng took the reins, sat upright, and practiced driving seriously. "I mean, they didn't want to leave originally, but when they met us, they wanted to leave..."
Yan Laoer was tired.
Why does my eldest nephew keep asking me?
I am illiterate!
Why don't you ask your dad?
"You want to say that we brought them all? My eldest nephew, let me ask you, if the weather is good and we say we want to escape, what will they think? They must think that our village is mentally ill.
Another one, wouldn't they leave without us? What forces everyone to leave their hometowns is this famine that makes people unable to live."
Yan Yu's little ears perked up. After listening to her father's words, she silently added in her heart: There are also government offices that do nothing to collect taxes as usual.
With a severe drought of this magnitude, shouldn't it be necessary to submit a petition for tax exemption or the like?
As parents and officials, the people under their rule were dying of thirst and starvation. What did they do?
She secretly glanced at her uncle, hoping that in the future he would be in a high position and could deal with these incompetent officials.
Make life easier for the people below.
Yan Huaiwen noticed it and raised his eyes to look at her.
"Where did you carry it?"
Yan Yu: It’s sad to be caught.
"I can memorize everything." Between hiding her shame and ending it early, she chose the latter.
"Carry it." Yan Huaiwen said.
Yan Laoer was frightened for a while when he heard his daughter's stumbling endorsement.
Fortunately, Lao Yan was not targeting him.
He suddenly felt a sense of urgency. Learning and practicing calligraphy really had to be put on the agenda. If Lao Yan asked him to write something one day, how could he escape? Could it be that his hands were not obedient...
When we parked the car in the evening, Yan Laoer showed everyone his skill in steaming steamed buns.
Each piece of dough looks exactly the same, as if measured with a ruler.
One pound of noodles, seven steamed buns, no more, no less.
While waiting for the steamed buns to come out of the pot, Sister-in-law Cui brought a large bowl of vegetable soup with a smile.
There are few dishes and little soup.
But who would dislike this at this time? Fresh vegetable leaves are the best hard vegetables now.
Sister-in-law Cui said: "I'll give Brother Yan some food. It's too hard to go out for a run at noon. In the future, there will be a lot of trouble for Brother Yan. Thank you in advance, sister-in-law."
Yan Laoer didn't do anything like that. The key point is that he and Sister-in-law Cui are different in gender and are inappropriate.
Just as the steamed buns are done, after the heat dissipates, the large, round and doughy steamed buns come out of the pan one by one.
The aroma of the noodles made everyone gulp down their saliva.
Yan Laoer poured the vegetable soup brought by Sister-in-law Cui into his own bowl, put a big steamed bun into her empty bowl.
He smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, take it back and try to see if my craftsmanship is successful."
Yan Laoer happily took her dish. It would not look good if she gave in.
Therefore, Sister-in-law Cui responded happily and went back with the big steamed buns.
Mr. Cui was a little unhappy when he saw his wife came back and brought food.
"We are delivering food to thank people for their help, why are you taking it back?"
"There are so many people watching, and if I don't answer, what will happen? It's not about making people lose face.
I, Brother Yan, are kind-hearted and don’t want to lose any benefits. Give me this steamed bun and I have to take it, so that everyone can see that Brother Yan is not what the outside world says at all. He is just as good as his brother Xiucai Gong."
Sister-in-law Cui felt that she had done nothing wrong and she only gave food to the people in the village who were close to her.
But you can't always send money from one house to another. It's close to going back and forth.
Just look at her brother Yan, he is very understanding and generous, and then he goes back to get her a steamed bun, which makes people feel warm.
