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- Chapter 411 Collection of Stories from the Prosperous Age
Liu Junhao picked it up casually, and finally all the floating soil on it was removed, and a lot of walnuts were exposed under the leaves.
Why are there walnuts under the tree? No need to ask, they must have been hidden by me.
A few days ago, he and Zhang Qian searched the yard and only found two piles of walnuts, and couldn't find the rest.
But I didn¡¯t expect that the two little starlings were so smart that they found the place where the squirrel hid the food.
This guy would definitely not be able to eat all the walnuts if he hid them so much. Liu Junhao dug up all the pecans without confiscating them and felt at ease, then found a plastic bag and took them away.
Just as he turned to get into the front yard, Liu Junhao aimed at the plot in the backyard.
It¡¯s time to pull out the watermelon seedlings. Although there are still a few small flowers blooming on many of the melon seedlings, looking at the withered and yellow leaves, you can tell that they are not in good condition.
The two of them had eaten enough watermelons in one summer, so Liu Junhao naturally had no need to let them grow any more, so he pulled them out early to make room and save them from being an eyesore.
With nothing to do, he simply started pulling up watermelon seedlings in the backyard. I never thought that there would be so many fish slipping through the melon vines. I turned over and found a dozen small watermelons as big as a bowl.
There are still more than 20 large flower skins left untouched in the house. It is estimated that they will not be eaten all until winter. However, Liu Junhao has no plans to eliminate them quickly. Anyway, the large flower skin is thick and durable. As long as you protect it properly, it should be fine for a few months.
Liu Junhao naturally ate this kind of raw egg without hesitation. He was about to smash it and throw it into the ditch to feed the eels, but he was stunned when he smashed it open.
The flesh of the melon is red, exuding a unique fragrance of melons and fruits, and the color looks even better than the large flower skin in my house.
¡°It¡¯s a pear with a crooked melon,¡± it¡¯s indeed true. Many people think this is a curse, but in fact it has a new meaning in the eyes of rural people: melons with irregular appearance and pears bitten by insects taste sweeter.
This time he had no intention of throwing it away and solved one by striking three times, five times, five times and two times by two by the ditch. Pat your round belly and get back to work.
There were only a few hundred watermelon seedlings planted in the courtyard, which was not enough for him to keep busy. He could pull them all out in half an hour.
The entire backyard looked like it had been plundered by a typhoon, and everything was bare.
After finishing his busy work in the courtyard, Liu Junhao thought of the melon vines in the stone locks. It was almost time to pull them out.
But when he went in, he discovered that although many of the melon vines in the stone locks had withered yellow leaves, most of them were green branches and green leaves. The small flowers on them were in full bloom, and there was a lot of local honey collecting nectar.
It is estimated that there will be another crop in the stone lock. Seeing this situation, Liu Junhao gave up his plan to eliminate the melon vines and planned to keep them for a while, just in time to leave some nectar sources for the local bees. In fact, there is no shortage of nectar sources in Shisuo now. The wild chrysanthemums that Liu Junhao planted in Shisuo last year have fully bloomed. As far as the eye can see, most of the beach is occupied by them, with clusters of small golden flowers blooming in full bloom. , and the whole space is filled with a refreshing fragrance.
Based on last year¡¯s calculations, the chrysanthemums in Shisuo can bloom until the end of November, which can also provide a lot of honey. However, the environmental disadvantages of Shisuo are also obvious, that is, the space is not large enough, which restricts the honey production in Shisuo.
Strangely enough, the growth of Stone Lock Space seems to have reached a bottleneck, and it has not grown significantly in recent months. Liu Junhao studied it several times, but still couldn't find the reason.
He is not a person who wants to get to the bottom of things, so he just wants to do this, as long as the spring water continues to rise and does not affect his fortune.
Turning around to look at the environment inside the stone lock, Liu Junhao turned over and exited the stone lock after seeing nothing unusual.
As soon as he exited, he saw Wukong running over with his cell phone squeaking.
"Someone called" Seeing the monkey's panic, Liu Junhao quickly grabbed the phone. My own Wukong is still of some use, at least when it hears the phone ringing it knows to bring it to its owner.
¡°Xiao Hao, come to my house quickly, my house is collapsed.¡± Er Mazi¡¯s voice on the phone was urgent.
"What the house collapsed, Uncle Guangxi, nothing happened to him, right?" Liu Junhao was startled, and the walnuts in his hand were scattered on the floor.
¡°It¡¯s okay, it¡¯s the cow house that collapsed,¡± Er Mazi followed.
"Oh" Liu Junhao finally felt at ease, as long as everything is fine. He had the impression that the cattle house of Er Mazi's family was very old. It was one of the few half-dobe and half-stone houses in Liujiagou. Some time ago, when helping Mr. Liu Wu catch centipedes, Liu Junhao went there specially and caught several large scorpions in the cow house.
"Uncle Guangxi, why did the house collapse?" Liu Junhao asked in confusion when he saw that most of the cow houses collapsed. This cow house wall??Although it is built with adobe, the foundation is laid with strips of stone, so it should be very strong.
"Ask him about the good things he did." Er Mazi's wife pointed at her husband and scolded him.
"I'm not busy," Ermazi said weakly.
"You are the only one who is busy. You are the only one in our village who is busy. Why don't you say you are lazy when there are no problems with other people's cow houses? In recent years, the cow houses were built when Xiaosan's father was still alive. It has been around for fifty or sixty years. The foundation has always been good. We still lived in this house when we got married. Later, we built the house in front and turned it into a cow house" Er Mazi's wife was very affectionate about her old house, and she scolded her and gave her a slap in the face. .
Being robbed of a few words by his wife in front of everyone, Er Mazi simply did not defend himself and kept his head drooped without saying a word. It was obvious that he was in the wrong.
After listening to Er Mazi¡¯s daughter-in-law¡¯s intermittent narration, Liu Junhao realized the problem of not complaining about the foundation of feelings. The two cows of his family eat, drink, and relieve themselves in the cow house. As a rule, they have to put some crushed soil on them every once in a while to keep them dry. Therefore, the more ground in the cattle house, the higher it will be, and it will need to be cleared after a while.
Er Mazi is lazy and saves the trouble. He doesn¡¯t want to clean it at all. He cleans it only once every more than a month. This causes too much water in the cow house and eventually the foundation sinks.
When digging cow dung, you need to dig hard into the ground. Er Mazi dug for so long that he hollowed out the soil around the foundation. The uneven foundation caused the cow house to collapse.
"Auntie, my uncle Guangxi didn't do it on purpose. Are you going to tear down the cattle house and build it again, or just build it?" Liu Junqi said to dissuade him from the side.
"Of course it was stripped and rebuilt. If it was built like this, I guess it would collapse in a few days."
No one wants adobes at all now, and Er Mazi has no intention of building a wall with adobes anymore. Therefore, several people discussed and simply took down the cement tiles on top, and knocked down the remaining walls.
The adobe house was easy to build. A few people stood under the wall and pushed it, and the entire wall collapsed.
The acrid smoke dispersed, and several scorpions inside were crawling around in panic.
When the dust settled, Er Mazi saw a cigarette box exposed from the adobe. It looked quite old, but it had been kept dry inside the adobe, so it looked quite complete.
"Why is there a cigarette case here?" He kicked it with his foot and found a stack of paper exposed from the cigarette case.
Er Mazi picked it up casually, and when he opened the cigarette case, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he smacked his lips and said, "Xiao Hao, what kind of money are you here for, five hundred yuan"
"Master Guangxi, you are confused thinking about money. How can you have five hundred dollars?" Liu Qihua walked over with a smile.
"You naughty kid, why did I lie to you? See for yourself," Er Mazi said and handed the money into his hand.
"Hey, it's true, Uncle Xiao Hao, come and see what kind of money this is?" Liu Qihua exclaimed in surprise after looking at the shabby banknotes.
"What kind of money? Let me take a look." Liu Junqi also came over at this time. He looked through it twice and said, "You don't know this thing. This is paper burned by dead people. There are so many money for sale on the street. Look at this portrait, who has seen it before?"
In the past, burning paper was done by punching a piece of RMB on yellow paper. Nowadays, burning paper for dead people has also kept pace with the times and printed it directly to look like banknotes.
"It's not like Ming Chao. I think it's Bald Jiang. Let Uncle Xiao Hao see it." Seeing Liu Junhao coming over, Liu Qihua hurriedly handed over a few coins.
"This is not a banknote. It is a banknote issued during the Kuomintang period. And it's not Bald Chiang, it's Sun Yat-sen," Liu Junhao explained, pointing to the words "XX Year of the Republic of China" and the portrait of the founding father on it. He had seen the kind of money that Liu Junqi mentioned, and it was very realistic. When Zhao Weidong came here last time, he told a funny story. Xiao Haoyu picked up a few money and handed it over to the police, which made the policeman dumbfounded. .
"Banknotes from the Republic of China, Uncle Guangxi, you are going to get rich. I read in the newspaper a few days ago that the one- and two-cent dime notes we used to use were worth hundreds of yuan each. If I had known it, I left some" Liu Junqi said enviously.
"Yes, I checked on the Internet before. It was said that a one-cent coin from 1981 could be sold for more than a thousand yuan. For this reason, I went home and rummaged through the boxes, but I couldn't find it." At this time, an acquaintance appeared. tourists chimed in.
"I wish I had known not to spend the change I had before, but to keep it at home."
¡°That¡¯s right, I went back and looked into the box, and I had the impression that I still had a few coins packed away at home.¡±
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Talk about collections in Shengshi, when the topic of collecting coins was mentioned, the crowd started talking about it. Many people said that the cattle house of Er Mazi's family was wrong and that the family had good fortune.
Er Mazi¡¯s wife was all smiles after hearing this. She didn¡¯t care about scolding her husband and hurriedly entered the house to watch the fun.man pours tea.
Er Mazi was ready to throw away these banknotes at first, but now he holds them in his hands like treasures. He is also careful when others look at them, for fear of being scratched.
"Guangxi, I heard that your family just found a few Republic of China banknotes when they ransacked the house. Can you show them to me?" While everyone was discussing, a voice sounded outside.
"Mr. Guo, you're here." Upon hearing his voice, the crowd immediately dispersed.
This old man¡¯s name is Guo Zhenhua. He is a regular customer of Liujiagou. He has lived here for several months, so everyone is familiar with him. Guo Zhenhua is also a member of the Municipal Collection Association, specializing in coins and has a lot of research on this.
"Yes, sir, how much is Zhang Zhangyan worth?" Liu Junhao carefully handed over the one in his hand.
"This is it. It's not valuable. It only costs 20 yuan at most. You don't have to hand it to me" Guo Zhenhua only glanced at it and showed no intention of reaching out to catch it.
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