I want to be a good person

As long as you have money, a good attitude and are efficient, you can go against anyone except the ocean.

Entering the 20th century, the most popular person was Franklin from the United States. Until Zhang Aiguo died in his previous life, he was the most popular person in the world.

Zhang Aiguo looked at the US dollars in the space and couldn't help but sigh. I guess Franklin didn't expect that since becoming the cover character and being printed on banknotes, he has gained countless fans, and they even want to kiss the brand new banknotes.

The two banks provided 1.5 pounds, 3.9 dollars, 7.1 francs, and 8000 yen for free. In comparison, there were many more dollars, and the main currency in circulation was as much as 81. Judging from the foreign currency in the box, HSBC accounted for about 70%. There were also a lot of gold bricks and large and small yellow croakers, but I simply didn't count them. I didn't even think about spending them. The things in the safe were also stored, but it was not safe now. It would take at least until the end of the war to distinguish whether they could be cashed.

Another reason is that the owner of the item has passed away, and you have to operate it yourself, otherwise you don’t know who will benefit in the end.

After leaving the land office, Zhang Aiguo did not return home. Instead, he started bus 11 and began to measure the land.

People gather in Xihegou outside Dajingmen every day.

Zhang Aiguo walked forward slowly. A horse-drawn carriage passed by. It was a white Mongolian horse with a red tassel tied on its head. Two young men were driving the carriage. They asked, "Sir, would you like a ride?"

"You, there's someone in here"

"We are all individual tourists, and we pay by the section. It must be tiring to walk all the way."

"You want to rent a car? I'll find you another one."

“No, I’ll just take a walk.”

"OK"

The sound of ding-dong was heard, and the conversation between two people floated over.

"What are you asking? You can tell at a glance that they are not riding in a big car."

"Bullshit, how would you know if you don't ask? There are fewer and fewer customers, and the wages are not enough to support the family."

"Okay, okay, okay, you're the only one who understands, you're the only one who can do it"

"They don't take a bus, they walk. It's strange. The richer you are, the stingier you are."

"You don't know where they are going? Maybe they are just going to relax."

“You understand?”

"There are no patches on the robe, and it has a round mirror. You can see that the material is different."

"..."

The two of them had a car but didn't take it, they just went along to earn money, and the bickering between their companions was a diversion during the long journey.

This situation is like Moutai is not for drinking. Some people drink it every day but never buy it, while some people buy it every day but rarely drink it. There are too many weird things.

Zhang Aiguo did not walk north along Zhangku Avenue.

Green hope emerged on the desolate land, and the unheeded wind surrounded Zhang Aiguo, wanting to see whether his heart was black or white.

It's a small village in the distance, and it should be easy to measure with a measuring stick.

A low adobe house, yellow mud walls, and branches pointing to the sky in a disorderly manner. It is a poplar tree. Are they clapping their hands like ghosts?

"Wang Wang Wang"

A dog barked.

"Sir, what are you doing here?"

"I want to ask if you have any puppies for sale?"

"Dog, do you want to buy one?"

"Yes, I bought it to guard the house."

"Let me think about it."

"Dad, my second uncle's dog gave birth to a litter a while ago."

Looking at the farmer who was only a few years older than himself, exposed to the wind and sun, he was much more anxious than himself.

"I'll take you"

A child of five or six years old took the candy from Zhang Aiguo and happily offered it to him.

I was jumping around in front and tasting sweets. Sweets can make people happy.

In a yard, a man was butchering a sheep, with a large pot of hot water boiling next to him.

"Uncle, someone bought a dog"

"Not for sale"

The man didn't even raise his head. The butcher's temper was not very friendly.

"My fellow countryman, I'm busy."

"Um"

"I see you're making braised meat, and what's hanging is smoked meat?"

“Yes, I want to buy it.”

"Would you like to help cook the horse meat?"

"How many"

"A Horse"

“It will cost a lot of money to make everything smoked.”

"It's okay, I'll give it to you."

"Okay, my craftsmanship is pretty good, but it will take several days. Where are the goods?"

"I'll send it to you later. It's on the donkey cart."

"OK"

"Wait a minute, boy!"

The butcher saw the child was about to leave, so he put down his weapon, washed it briefly in a clay basin, wiped it on his body, took out a piece of cooked mutton, and wrapped it in hemp paper.

"Give it back to your father and cook it for lunch."

Zhang Aiguo looked at the loyal man with a smile.

"etc"

A sturdy woman walked out of the room after opening the curtain.

"Why do you have to give it again? How much can you sell it for?"

"Go back to the house, don't get involved in men's affairs, my brother just introduced a job"

"What kind of work? If it's small, it's not worth it"

"You, get in there"

After the butcher got angry, he smiled embarrassedly.

"I'm sorry to make you laugh."

"It's okay. It's life. The spoon will touch the edge of the pot every time."

"You wanted to buy a dog?"

"Yes, and I also want to buy a few chicks."

"You've come to the right place. I have hatched chicks in my room. They're local chickens."

"That's great. I bought them all at once."

"The dog is free, I'll give you one."

Those who are loyal are usually butchers, and those who are unfaithful are usually scholars!

The butcher took Zhang Aiguo to the doghouse, where a tall and strong black local dog was lying. There were a total of six dogs.

Taking it out, Zhang Aiguo pointed to a yellow four-eyed dog.

"The gentleman has good vision, the four-eyed dog is vicious"

People like to call the smart and loyal pastoral dog "local dog", "stupid dog", "Shiba dog" and "grass dog". These names sound rustic, but in a few decades, they will be defeated by foreign dogs. Their purebred bloodline will be close to extinction and they will become an endangered breed.

Chinese people are full of lack of confidence and self-respect. Foreign dogs, relying on their owners' power, have become members of their owners' family and are even lovingly called children or even elders. The saddest thing is that regulations prohibit raising local dogs in cities.

Native dogs are one of the most wolf-like dog breeds. We are all natives, but we tend to dislike native dogs. Europeans have the strongest concept of bloodline. As for the United States, it is a hodgepodge, but the upper class still maintains their own bloodline, they just don't say it.

"I'm going to catch the bus first, it's quite far away"

"Ok, I will wait for you"

Zhang Aiguo left the village and found an empty place. He took out the Aconitum, removed the saddle and other debris from the dead horse, and threw it on the donkey cart. He remembered that there seemed to be an injured horse as well, so he took it out as well so that the veterinarian could see if it could be treated.

When the butcher saw the horse, he frowned and looked unhappy.

"Sir, the horse was killed by a bullet. It just died today. Your horse was bitten by a bullet in the front leg. I can't guarantee whether it can be cured."

"It's okay. I won't bring disaster to you. The dead horse can be made into bacon. It's best if the injured horse can be cured."

The butcher carefully observed the horse's front legs, but did not pay any further attention to anything strange. He went back to the house, took out two prescriptions, dissolved one, applied it to the horse, and wrapped it with cotton cloth.

"It's not a big deal if the horse is injured. Don't put any weight on it or ride it for now. Change the medicine after three days. It will be healed in about a month."

"Thanks"

"You need to come back in three days to get the meat and smoked horse sausage. I will smoke it dryer for you. It would be better if I smoked it earlier. We dry it and put it in a cool, ventilated, dry and breathable place. It can be stored for a year."

“Okay, thank you.”

I paid one dollar for food processing, two dimes for medicine, and three dollars for chicks.

On the return journey, there was a donkey cart, a war horse, a yellow dog, a chicken, and the wind, the northwest wind.