Year 1979: Eating meat with my wife and children

Li Xiangdong actually wanted to understand why Hou San was not thinking clearly, but he was worried that if he asked directly, his words might hurt Hou San.

Hou San snorted, "They say I had a fever that damaged my brain. I didn't even know that happened. They just love to talk nonsense. Dong Ge, A Zhe, do you think I'm stupid like them?"

Faced with this soul-searching question, Li Xiangdong and A Zhe quickly shook their heads.

Ah Zhe comforted him, "Don't listen to their nonsense, they're just jealous of you."

Hou San chuckled and looked at Li Xiangdong.

Li Xiangdong blurted out, "You're so clever, you're practically a monkey! If you're stupid, are there any smart people left in the world? You better leave us honest folks a way to survive!"

He watched Hou San laughing foolishly, but sighed inwardly. Hou San might have actually had a fever when he was a child, which might have affected his brain.

However, after spending time with him, he discovered that Hou San had a lower limit to his intelligence, but his upper limit was not high.

Rather than being foolish, it's more accurate to say they're simply naive and innocent.

A Zhe looked at Hou San and asked, "They bullied you like that, didn't you get revenge later?"

Hou San grinned wickedly, "You got your revenge, huh? I spat in their lunchboxes and even secretly peed in their teacups!"

Upon hearing Hou San's words, Li Xiangdong and A Zhe instinctively pulled their lunchboxes closer to them. This guy's methods of tormenting people were too dirty; they really couldn't afford to offend him in the future.

When Hou San noticed that the two had stopped talking, he continued, "It's so boring to stay in the guesthouse all night doing nothing. How about I go get a couple more dishes and the three of us can have some drinks tonight?"

"Hou San, are you alright? How much can you drink?"

Hou San scratched his head sheepishly after hearing what A Zhe said.

"I've never drunk alcohol before, my dad won't let me, but we're out here now, so my dad can't control me. Can you guys have a drink with me?"

This child was strictly controlled by his father, which caused him to develop a rebellious streak.

Li Xiangdong nodded and said, "If you want to drink, we'll drink with you. I'll buy the snacks to go with the drinks, but you'll have to figure out the alcohol yourself. I don't have any local tickets."

Hou San excitedly said, "Okay, I'll go find someone to exchange two wine tickets right now."

He picked up the lunchbox, quickly shoveled the food inside, and then ran out.

Li Xiangdong and A Zhe also sped up their eating. After washing their lunchboxes, they got two more dishes and paid a 5-cent deposit, otherwise the cafeteria wouldn't have allowed them to take their lunchboxes out.

The two returned to the guesthouse.

Standing at the door, Ah Zhe said, "I also brought a small bag of fried peanuts. I'll go back inside to get them as a snack with my drinks."

"Okay, you go."

Li Xiangdong unlocked the door and went inside. With nothing to do, he first soaked his feet and then asked the staff of the guesthouse for some old newspapers.

Take a newspaper, fold it in half twice, and place it on the windowsill. This way, the washed socks will be cleaner than if you just drape them directly over the window.

He filled the thermos with water, then moved the table between the two beds and placed a long bench on one side.

He lay in bed and began to look at the remaining few expired old newspapers.

Li Xiangdong randomly picked up a sheet of paper, which read, "This is intolerable! What else is intolerable!"

Oh~ that was half a year ago. Now Xiao Yuezi has been beaten to a pulp. But this guy doesn't learn his lesson. Decades later, he still dares to be a fence-sitter. Until the canal was repaired, he became obedient again. Nai Nai is a typical example of someone who needs to be taught a lesson!

Seeing that it made him angry, he changed it to another one.

The front page of this newspaper is titled "A Message to the Communist Party of China"!

Li Xiangdong rolled over and lay face down to examine it carefully.

This indicates that both sides have reopened communication channels.

The southeast is about to get lively again. Li Xiangdong became more and more excited as he looked at it. The opportunity to make a fortune was coming. The price of silver dollars would definitely rise sharply next year. He had to seize the time to make money by trading crickets and hoarding silver dollars!

"Dong-ge, what are you looking at that makes you so happy?"

Hou San carried two bottles of wine into the house.

Li Xiangdong took a bottle and looked at it. "Not bad, Hou San. You have some connections. You even managed to get your hands on Lutaichun, a famous local liquor in Tianjin."

Hou San chuckled and said, "Brother Yang found it for me. I don't have that kind of ability."

Li Xiangdong asked in bewilderment, "Don't you two get along?"

Hou San shook his head and said, "No, we live across the street from each other. My relationship with him is okay, but of course, it's definitely not as close as our relationship."

Li Xiangdong laughed and said, "Didn't you invite them over for a drink?"

Hou San plopped down on the bed. "He's not coming. He said he has something to do tonight."

Li Xiangdong asked, "Is he also going to pick up goods tonight?"

Hou San shook his head. "It shouldn't be. These veteran employees all have their own connections. They won't let outsiders know, nor will they inquire about others."

Li Xiangdong sneered, "Then Ah Zhe was able to hear the news of receiving the goods, it seems he encountered two idiots."

Hou San laughed loudly, "Brother Dong, you're absolutely right! Those two are complete idiots. They don't even know if anyone's around when they're talking. Only a fool would tell others how they make money!"

Li Xiangdong: "..."

If he didn't know what kind of person Hou San was, he would have definitely gone over and given him a good beating!

Suddenly, Hou San slapped himself across the face with a loud "smack," looking at the dead mosquito in his palm.

"You little scoundrel, is the Marquis's blood so precious? You think you're worthy to drink it?"

He muttered something under his breath and rubbed his hand vigorously on the sheets.