Chapter 228 How much is appropriate

Chapter 228 How much is appropriate

Chapter 228 How much is appropriate

Brother Zhang Dejin came down from the roof, dusted himself off, and said to Father Li who was packing up his tools:
"The roof will be finished in just one more day tomorrow. Then you can move some people over and start the fire here, so you don't have to run back and forth."

"Let Ah Le and his family move in first." Father Li paused, "At this rate, the new house will be completed by March, right?"

"If there is no typhoon, the project should be completed by the end of October on the lunar calendar. If there is a typhoon, it may be later."

"Uncle Li, please chop some more bamboo tomorrow and make a few doors first. This will provide a place for people to live and store things." said Zhang Deshan, Zhang Dejin's cousin.

"Okay, I'll go cut it tomorrow morning."

By the time Li Changle and his crew carried the oyster ash and steel bars into the house, Li's father and his crew had already packed up their tools, and they all went back to the old house to eat.

Along the way, the villagers we met were all talking about the seven-day opera that Shaji Village was going to perform.

The impatient ones have already gone there and found out the title of the play to be performed in the next seven days, as well as who the "top performer" will be.

Apart from those two performances, all the plays performed were classics that everyone liked, including "Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea", "Snatching Wife", "Fifteen Strings of Cash", "Guan Yu Kills Hua Xiong with Warm Wine"...

Uncle Li laughed and said, "The people in the theater watched the scene where Guan Yu killed Hua Xiong and entered the city after killing Hua Xiong the most carefully."

Old Man Jin looked at him puzzledly, "The actor who played Guan Yu sang very well?"

"No!" Father Li laughed, "There used to be a troupe in Panzhen performing "Guan Yu Warms Wine and Kills Hua Xiong".

When the play reached the part where Guan Yu killed Hua Xiong and rode his Red Hare back to the city holding his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, an old man said that the troupe was not performing correctly and wanted to punish them.

When the troupe owner asked him why, grandpa said that Guan Yu was a big man and was already very tall when he sat on the Red Hare. If he held up the Green Dragon Crescent Blade and entered the city, the tip of the blade might be taller than the city gate. Did he have to tear down the city gate to enter the city?

Finally, the troupe owner thought that Grandpa’s words made sense and agreed to punish the performance, and the performance that night was free to watch. Some people learned from it and wanted to find faults and watch the performance for free. ”

In the old days, actors did not have a high social status. They were considered the lowest class among all the people and were derogatorily called "stepping stones" in the local area.

At that time, the audience had very high expectations of the opera troupe. If the movements were not in place or the lyrics were sung incorrectly, they would be punished.

Once a performance is punished, if the audience is easy to talk to, at most the performance will be wasted that night. But if the audience is difficult, the performance may be punished several times in a row.

"So that's what happened." Old Man Jin laughed, "I heard that there's a male actor in Pan Town who plays the role of Zhengsheng. He usually stutters a lot, but he doesn't stutter at all when he's singing. Is that true?"

"It's true. That man is from Ajin's village."

Zhang Dejin took over the conversation, "I heard that he became like that because he learned to speak from a stutterer when he was a child.

The most classic thing is that year when his father passed away, he went to his sister's house to tell the news. When he got there, he stuttered even more violently. He was so anxious that he cried and snotted, but he couldn't speak.

His elder sister told him not to panic and to sing instead of talking. He just started singing: "Sister! Something terrible has happened. Daddy has passed away!"

After listening to his vivid performance, Old Man Jin sighed and said, "So it's true. I thought it was just a fabrication."

"It's true. His family used to live in the same alley as mine." Zhang Decai said with a smile, "He still sings opera now. Every afternoon he plays and sings under the eaves of the corridor with his huqin."

"Nowadays, they all go to big cities to hire opera troupes to perform, and no one listens to the village's makeshift troupes anymore."

"Yes, it's been good in the past two years. You don't have to pay to watch the big opera troupes perform. In the past two years, we couldn't even afford the ten-cent ticket. The children were beaten for this."

"Children don't care about so many things. As long as they know that other children are going, they will go too. Otherwise, when the gongs and drums sound, their feet itch. If the child wants to watch, the mother will beat him."

Everyone walked back talking about the interesting things they had experienced when watching plays in the past.

When they got home, they saw that an eight-person table had been set up in the yard. Li Changle and his son warmly invited everyone to sit down, and Zhou Ruonan, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, brought the dishes to the table.

Spare ribs, stewed winter melon with dried cuttlefish, fried eel with celery, steamed mackerel head with aged wine and shredded ginger, fat-eyed herring, and cold jellyfish skin...

Except for the pork, everything else is from their own vegetable garden and caught from the sea.

There were more than a dozen people, plus relatives and friends who came to help, as well as Zhang Dejin's brothers and four carpenters, sitting at four tables, drinking and eating lively.

After dinner, Li's mother and daughter-in-law gave some sea bream heads, dried eels, and cuttlefish ink to Zhang Dejin and his fellow apprentices, and asked him to bring some for A Guang as well.

Zhang Decai and his friends were very happy to see that the things given by the Li family were all top quality things. After some polite exchanges, they took the things and rode their bikes back home.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Li's father went to Nanshan with the Jin father and son. Uncle Li and his friends also said goodbye and went home. Li Changle and his brothers pulled a cart and headed towards Li Changchun's house.

Chen Yongwei walked up to him and said, "Brother, Ah Shui told me this afternoon that he wanted to buy my old house and asked me to ask Ah Nai how much it would cost. He will pay a little first and pay me the rest in a year with interest."

Li Changle thought of Li Yufang's experience and said, "Ah Shui is different from Fourth Uncle and Fourth Aunt. Go back and discuss it with Grandma. If you want to sell it, you can still do so."

Brother Li took over and said, "Awei, there is one more thing. Your family has been approved for a new foundation. You can live in the old house, but you can't demolish it and rebuild it. If you demolish the foundation, the village will take it back and approve it for another family."

He thought it would be a good idea for Ah Shui to buy the Chen family's house and move out. The Chen family's house was a tiled house with stone walls, a vegetable garden next to the house, and a yard, which was much better than the old wooden house.

Chen Yongwei nodded, "Grandma also told me the other day that we would move into the new house once it's built. The old house would be ruined if no one lived in it for a year or two. I think if Shui wants to buy it, she should sell it." He paused, and then said, "I want to ask you, if she wants to sell it, how much is appropriate?"

"I don't know either." Li Changle looked at Brother Li and Brother Li, "Do you know?"

The two shook their heads. "No one in the village has ever sold a house, so how would we know what the appropriate price would be?"

"Grandma should know. Go back and discuss it with her."

Chen Yongwei responded and just as he arrived at the alley entrance of Li Changchun's home while pulling the cart, he saw his eldest son looking around at the alley entrance. When he saw them coming, he ran home quickly.

He was still shouting, "Dad, Uncle A-Le and his friends are here with a cart."

Brother Li shook his head. “With Ah Chun and his wife’s temper, they’re worried that we won’t go!”

Li Changle was not surprised at all. After all, he had only looked at the goods at noon and raised some requirements, and he had not given anyone a single cent of deposit. It was normal for people not to believe him just because he said nothing.

Before they arrived, Li Changchun came out and said with an awkward smile, "I said you guys were busy and might come late. Ah Xian was worried that you forgot, so he asked Ah Gou to check on you. He saw you guys just as he arrived at the alley entrance."

"I was a bit busy at the construction site today. When I came home for dinner, it was a bit dark."

Li Changle and his brothers exchanged a few polite words with him and then entered the yard together. They saw several large bamboo baskets placed under the eaves of the corridor. Wang Shuixian opened them attentively for them to check.

The four of them checked one by one, and saw that the shrimp whiskers mentioned in the afternoon had been trimmed, and the colors and shapes of the bream heads, eels and cuttlefish were neat, so they began to put them into the oilcloth bags they brought.

Li Changle took out the large beam scale, hung it on the rope buckle and started weighing.

“墨鱼鲞89斤，1块6一斤，卖了142块4。鳗鲞175斤，1块1一斤，192块5。虾干62斤，1块5一斤，93块、水潺、青占……”

After weighing all the dry goods, they collected more than 956 kilograms of dried fish, and when they settled the bill, they gave Li Changchun's family a total of yuan.

Li Changle took out the money and counted it to Li Changchun, "Brother Chun, you count it, okay?"

"Oh!" Li Changchun took it excitedly, holding the money tightly, and began to count it with his saliva. After a while, he looked up and said to him, "That's right."

"Okay, let's go back first."

Wang Shuixian hurriedly said, "Ah Le, we'll be able to make another batch in a few days. How about we send it to you?"

It’s better to be in the same village. We can pay for the goods on time and they won’t deduct their commission.

"You can send it to me." Li Changle changed the subject and said seriously, "But I still say that if the quality is not good after inspection, I will not accept it even if you send it to my house."

"Don't worry, we will never send it to your house if it's not good." Li Changchun and Wang Shuixian responded in succession.

Chen Yongwei pulled the cart and Brother Li helped push it as they walked out. Before they walked out of Li Changchun's house, they were stopped by several villagers.

The uncle was holding a cigarette, with a flattering smile on his face, "A Ping, I heard from A Xian that your family wants to collect dried goods. My family also dries a lot of dried goods. I'll bring them to you to see."

"I have some at home, too. We have dried shrimp, eel, and bream."

"Look, these are all fresh products that have been killed and dried."

Before the four men could react, several people brought the bags and bamboo baskets to the front of the cart, opened the bags, and vied to show them.

Brother Li said in embarrassment: "Uncle Hua, we have already collected a lot..."

"Take a look. If you like it, take it. If you don't like it, forget it."

Brother Li turned his head and glanced at Li Changle, "Ah Le, come and take a look!"

"Let me take a look. If it's okay, I'll take it for you. If not, you can only dry it in the sun and send it to you next time."

"Okay, take a look, and sell as many as you can."

Li Changle opened the first bag and saw several kinds of fish in it, including small yellow croaker, mackerel, and water bream...

The color of the Spanish mackerel head is burnt yellow and not bright white at all. The head of the water bass is thin and crooked. It is obvious that it was not straightened after pickling and was placed on the bamboo flattened plate as soon as it was taken out.

They are too small and thin, and don’t look good. They are okay if you eat them at home, but not if you sell them.

"This won't work!"

"Why not? We can sell them in town for money."

"The prices are different." Li Changle opened the bag on the cart and said to them, "Take a look. I only accept goods like this. I won't accept goods of poor quality."

After several families came to the cart to take a look, they forced a smile and said, "Ours is cheap, this one is expensive, of course it's different."

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