Siheyuan: First-class Merit at the Start

Compared with Li Polu, Xu Damao's appearance is simply disgusting.

Just one word: disgusting

After listening to Lou Xiao'e's description, Li Polu couldn't help but secretly admire Xu Damao in his heart.

With that kind of fighting ability, I really don't know how he was able to hook up with so many pretty widows in the area.

Thinking of this, Li Polu couldn't help but think of the heroine in a romantic fairy tale drama he watched before he traveled through time: Feng Yin

"Stop it." Lou Xiao'e slapped Li Polu's hand and said unhappily.

"You tell me what I should do now? The more I think about it, the angrier I get. Just him? I don't even dislike him. But he actually dares to find women outside." Lou Xiao'e said indignantly.

Li Polu pretended to be wronged and said, "So, Sister Xiao'e, are you using me as a tool to take revenge on Xu Damao?"

Lou Xiao'e hurriedly explained. Li Polu's attitude was very clear, and his main point was a Qiong Yao-style "I won't listen."

After 7200 seconds.

Lou Xiao'e returned to her home.

In the early morning, Li Polu, who was both mentally and physically satisfied, lay on the kang, feeling full of energy.

Since he couldn't sleep anyway, Li Bolu was considering whether to go to Pigeon Market or take a walk.

After all, my house has been decorated now.

You have to cook anyway. It's not good to eat out every day or people will envy you.

Although he was not afraid, there was really no need to do so, and his home was also lacking some decorations.

Generally speaking, there is no home atmosphere.

Besides, now that we are here, it would be bad if we don’t at least take a look at the characteristics of this era.

The so-called pigeon market was actually a small barter market spontaneously formed by the people, which was both legal and reasonable.

It’s just that the form was changed later and barter became less common.

With the emergence of bills, it became normal for people to secretly use bills to buy some daily necessities in this place.

For example, some foods such as poultry and river shrimps are reluctant to be eaten by ordinary farmers, so they are taken to the pigeon market to sell.

However, many city dwellers who ate commercial grain had to purchase some unplanned supplies due to ticket restrictions, and the two sides hit it off.

In fact, the country is aware of the existence of this kind of market, but there is nothing it can do. This is the social reality, so it chooses to turn a blind eye.

As long as you don't go too far, no one will say anything. And even if someone reports you and you're arrested, at most you'll just be given a verbal warning and your belongings confiscated.

But the so-called black market is completely different from the Pigeon Market. Apart from some daily necessities in the Pigeon Market, there are more things that are expressly prohibited.

For example, antique paintings, various bills, yellow croakers of different sizes, and even guns and ammunition. There is nothing that the black market dare not sell, except what you can't think of.

Li Polu was not short of food and drink. He had a lot of cash in his hand, and with a map of mountains and rivers that was useful for cultivating immortals, he could be self-sufficient.

A few days ago, he had studied the Shanhe Shejitu, and found that it was indeed a space farm. Moreover, it was different from the Happy Farm that could only grow vegetables. His space could accommodate people.

This function has many uses, such as building a house in it that is the same as the one in the courtyard. With a thought, it was directly moved to the Shanhe Shejitu.

By then, no matter whether you have a four-cylinder, eight-cylinder, or even a thirty-two-cylinder engine, no matter how loud the engine roars, it will not disturb others.

Although he did not need daily necessities, as a latecomer, Li Polu was still somewhat interested in antique calligraphy and paintings.

After all, everyone who understands the principle that gold is valuable in troubled times and antiques are valuable in prosperous times will understand.

Li Bolu did what he said. He got up, put on his clothes, found a hat and put it on his head, put a towel on his body, and then quietly went out.

When passing by the central courtyard, Li Polu keenly felt that something was wrong.

Li Polu's physical fitness has been developed to the extreme, and his five senses' perception of the outside world is countless times stronger than that of ordinary people.

It was just a matter of habit, he was more accustomed to using his eyes to see, but in this quiet night, the sound of someone talking seemed particularly harsh.

What’s more interesting is that the source of the sound came from the cellar of Sha Zhu’s house.

Li Polu quietly came to the cellar and looked inside through the skylight.

Later, he regretted it and wished he could reward himself with two big nose bags. Curiosity kills the cat, it is really too eye-catching.

In the cellar, Jia Zhang and Yi Zhonghai were hugging each other in ecstasy.

From a distance, Li Bolu could see clearly that Yi Zhonghai's old face was full of resistance.

But Jia Zhang obviously didn't notice this problem and continued to forget herself.

Li Polu quickly closed his eyes. The scene just now had already caused serious damage to his young mind.

He was thinking whether he should ask Yi Zhonghai for some compensation for mental damage.

At this time, the two people in the cellar seemed to be tired of communicating.

Jia Zhang's voice came from inside: "Zhonghai, Dongxu is like this now, what should I do in the future?"

"Now Li Polu is always giving us trouble. My prestige in the hospital has dropped a lot. I can only take it slow.

Huahua, tell me honestly, is Dongxu my son? "

Li Polu, who had been feeling a little drowsy after listening to the words, was shocked when he heard them and almost exclaimed "Fuck!"

He quickly covered his mouth, endured the discomfort in his eyes, and looked quickly into the cellar.

After looking for a second, he quickly closed his eyes: Forget it, just listening is enough.

"You still don't believe me, right? When we were at Dongxu, Lao Jia was away for a month. If it's not yours, who else could it be?"

"Yi Zhonghai, you are not thinking of ignoring your son now that Dongxu has become like this, right?"

"That's not what I meant. I just wanted to confirm it." Yi Zhonghai said with some guilt.

He thought about it carefully and it seemed to be true. Judging from the time, Lao Jia had been working outside for more than a month and had never returned home.

"By the way, don't provoke Li Polu before you have solid evidence."

Yi Zhonghai paused for a moment and added, "Now that you have evidence, you can discuss it with me first and I'll see if it can be used."

"Okay, I get it. Zhonghai, our family is broke now, and Dongxu is lying in bed like this. How am I going to survive without income in the future?"

"Well, this is indeed a problem. Let me give you 50 yuan first. I will go to the factory later to see if I can get more compensation."

At this point, Yi Zhonghai suddenly remembered something: "By the way, how should we deal with the workstation issue? Huairu is pregnant now.

Why don't you go back to work? I'll see if I can use my connections to find you an easier job."

"I won't go. I'm too old to work. Let Qin Huairu, that money-loser, go."

"Alright, I'll leave first, you come out later."

"Wait a moment." Jia Zhang hurriedly pulled Yi Zhonghai and looked at him lovingly: "Zhonghai, wait a moment"

Li Polu felt a chill and left the place in a hurry.

At the same time, before leaving, he considerately locked the door with a stick, for fear that the old pair of mandarin ducks inside would catch a cold.