Siheyuan: It’s so nice to be Lao Liu

After a round of greetings at the door, Yan Jiefang was invited into the village chief's home. Before entering, he told Liu Dashan, "Dashan, help Yan the purchaser move the goods to my yard, then go and gather the villagers and ask each family to send a representative to come over, and let's talk about the purchase."

When Yan Jiefang heard what the village chief said, he felt a little amused and thought, "It's not just about purchasing, it's also about making tofu."

However, Yan Jiefang did not care. The village knew how to make tofu, which provided the village with a source of income. He did not suffer any loss and could also gain the goodwill of the villagers. When the dark decade came in a year, the villagers of this village might be able to help him a lot.

Walking into the stone house, I looked at the few pieces of furniture in the room. There were two women lying on the kang, one with white hair and the other about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. The younger woman was holding a child who had just been coaxed into bed in her arms.

Looking at the child's appearance, he seemed to be only a few months old, with fair skin. Yan Jiefang had the urge to go up and touch him.

But when he saw the corn noodles in the elderly woman's hand again, Yan Jiefang became a little uneasy.

My goodness, you feed cornmeal to such a young child?

Yan Jiefang looked at the village chief and asked curiously, "Village chief, how old is your great-grandson? Why are you feeding him cornmeal porridge?"

The village chief sighed helplessly and said helplessly: "It's been seven months, and there is nothing we can do. The mother has no milk, and we can't buy malted milk. We can only feed the child cornmeal porridge."

After the village chief finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became quiet.

Yan Jiefang was also a little sad, but suddenly he remembered that he still had milk powder in his space. Although he couldn't save this era, he would still help those simple people he met.

Fortunately, I put several snakeskin bags in a basket before I set off, so I could use the excuse to take the milk powder out of the basket.

So he walked directly towards the bicycle, ignoring the gazes of the village chief and Liu Dashan. Under the gaze of everyone, he reached his hand to the bottom of one of the baskets. Because of the snakeskin bag covering it, they didn't know the specific situation.

Under the gaze of everyone, Yan Jiefang took out a five-pound bucket of milk powder.

Because it was produced by the system, there were no markings on the iron barrel and everyone was confused.

Yan Jiefang handed the milk powder to the village chief and said with a smile: "Village chief, this is my first visit to your house. I didn't expect you have a child. I haven't prepared any gifts for you, so I'll just give the child a bucket of milk powder. Don't be disgusted."

The two women on the side had never heard of milk powder and had no other expression on their faces, but the village head and Liu Dashan had never seen milk powder, but they had heard of it. Milk powder was a rare thing, and only the big leaders in the city could enjoy it. Ordinary people like them could not afford milk powder.

Now the buyer in front of them was offering a bucket of milk powder. How could they remain calm?

The village chief subconsciously took the milk powder from Yan Jiefang, but suddenly realized that this thing was not cheap, so he immediately pushed it back and said hurriedly: "This is too expensive, we can't have it, young man, take it back quickly."

Yan Jiefang smiled and said, "Village Chief, this is not a valuable item, it's just that there is not much of it. We don't have any children at home, and we don't need milk powder. I brought milk powder out to buy more supplies."

But on second thought, the village chief thought it was too expensive and would definitely not accept it for free. Yan Jiefang suddenly had an idea and suggested with a smile: "Village chief, if you feel embarrassed to accept this bucket of milk powder from me, how about you send a few people to help me deliver it to the city when I finish collecting the prey? This mountain road is really difficult to walk on, you can have someone deliver it to the city for me, we can benefit each other!"

"Okay, I'll have someone help you transport it to the city." The village chief readily agreed, but still felt embarrassed and said, "Thank you so much. With these milk powders, my great-grandson will have food. Seeing him crying from hunger, I, an old man, feel bad too!"

Yan Jiefang pushed the milk powder over with a smile, and the village chief took it.

Turning around, the village chief pulled out the sealed bottle cap and inside the iron bucket were five transparent bags of milk powder.

The village chief took out a bag, tore it open, and handed it to the old woman. His hands were shaking with excitement, and he said excitedly: "My dear, go pour some out and mix it with water for your great-grandson to drink. Don't mix it with cornmeal porridge."

The old woman had never seen milk powder before, and asked in confusion: "What is this? Can it be given to children?"

"Forehead!"

The village chief suddenly remembered that his wife didn't know what milk powder was, so he quickly said, "This is milk powder. It's not much different from malted milk, but it's better than malted milk. Just make it the same way you make malted milk and give it to him to drink."

"Okay, I'll make something for the child to drink." The old woman said, seeming to understand.

At this moment, Liu Dashan, who was standing nearby, interrupted and said, "Purchaser Yan, you have milk powder, can you get brown sugar? I want some brown sugar to nourish my body."

"brown sugar?"

Yan Jiefang thought for a while and realized that there was no brown sugar or white sugar in his space.

Considering that white sugar and brown sugar are strategic materials in the future, maybe they will be used in the future. If you can't buy them now, you can grow some sugarcane or beets to make white sugar and brown sugar yourself! Although you can't see sugarcane in the north, beets are grown in many places in Beijing.

And he knew the sugar-making process, after all, it was part of the culinary tradition, so Yan Jiefang looked at Liu Dashan and said, "Brother Dashan, I don't have it now, I can go back to the city and ask for you, if others have it, I'll bring you some."

Yan Jiefang looked at the village chief again and said seriously, "Village chief, during the meeting later, please tell the villagers who wants brown sugar. Count them and I will go back to the city to buy some for you. But first, I'm not sure how much I should buy. Don't blame me if I bring back less. Also, don't tell anyone about this. I won't admit anything once you leave this village."

The village chief also stopped smiling and replied seriously, "Comrade purchaser, don't worry, it's our honor that you can help us. We promise not to tell anyone. If anyone dares to tell anyone, I will drive their entire family out of the village."

It's true that in this era, the power of the village chief is still very large. Generally speaking, a village is the existence of a clan, and the village chief is basically the clan leader. If the clan leader speaks, it is very easy to drive a family out of the village.