Chapter 411 Collection of Talks on Prosperity

Liu Junhao took a quick look, but he pulled all the floating soil on it, and a lot of walnuts appeared under the leaves.

Why are there walnuts under the tree?... No need to ask, it must be hidden by my own little bits.

A few days ago, he and Zhang Qian searched the yard, but only found two piles of walnuts, and they couldn't find the rest.

But I didn't expect that the two little starlings were so smart that they actually discovered the place where the squirrels hid their food.

This guy would definitely not finish eating so many walnuts. He didn't take them away. He was so at ease that he dug up all the walnuts, and then found a plastic bag to take them away.

Just as he turned his head and was about to enter the front yard, Liu Junhao aimed at the plot in the back yard again.

It’s time to pull out the watermelon seedlings. Although there are still a few small flowers blooming on many melon seedlings, you can tell that there are not many scenes when looking at the withered leaves.

One summer, the couple ate enough watermelons, so Liu Junhao naturally did not have to let them grow any further. He pulled them out early to make the place easier to avoid eye-catching.

There was nothing wrong with him, so he simply started to pull up watermelon seedlings in the backyard. Unexpectedly, there were quite a few fish that were missing from the melon seedlings. After one trip, he found more than a dozen small watermelons as big as a bowl.

There were still more than 20 large flower skins in the house that were not moved, and I guess they would not be able to finish them until winter. However, Liu Junhao did not plan to eliminate them quickly. Anyway, the large flower skin was thick and durable. As long as it was protected properly, it would be fine to put it for a month.

Liu Junhao naturally ate this kind of egg-breasted egg. He was ready to smash it and throw it into the ditch to feed eels. However, he was stunned again after smashing it open.

The melon flesh is red, exuding a unique fragrance of fruits and vegetables. The color looks even better than the large flower skin in my house.

"Shame melon and pimple pear" is indeed true. Many people think that this is a swear word, but in fact it gives a new meaning to the eyes of rural people: generally, the melons with intact appearance and pears bitten by insects taste sweeter.

Now he had no plans to throw away one of the ditches. He patted his round belly and continued to work.

Only a few hundred watermelon seedlings were planted in the yard, which was not enough for him to be busy. He pulled out the light in half an hour.

The entire backyard is now as if it has been looted by a typhoon, and it is bare everywhere.

After finishing the work in the yard, Liu Junhao remembered the melon seedlings in the stone lock, and it was almost time to pull them out.

But when he went in, he found that although many of the melon seedlings in the stone lock had yellow leaves, they were mostly green branches and green leaves. The flowers on them were blooming brightly, and there were a lot of honey collecting honey.

It is estimated that there will be a crop in the stone lock. Seeing this, Liu Junhao gave up his plan to eliminate the melon seedlings and planned to stay for a while to leave some honey source for the bumblebees. In fact, there is no shortage of honey source in the stone lock. The wild chrysanthemums planted by Liu Junhao in the stone lock last year have completely grown. Looking up, most of the beach is occupied by them, clusters of golden small flowers blooming in beauty, and the entire space is filled with a refreshing fragrance.

Based on the calculation last year, the chrysanthemums in the stone lock can bloom until the end of November, which can also provide a lot of honey. However, the environmental disadvantage of the stone lock is also very obvious, which is that the space is not large enough, which restricts the production of honey in the stone lock.

It’s strange that the growth of the stone lock space seems to have reached a bottleneck period now, and it has not increased significantly in recent months. Liu Junhao has studied it several times, but he still can’t find the reason.

He was not a person who was asking the bottom line, so he just did this, as long as the spring continued to surge and did not affect his great fortune.

Turning his head and looking at the environment in the stone lock, seeing that nothing unusual was happening, Liu Junhao turned over and exited the stone lock.

As soon as he quit, he saw Wukong running over with his cell phone squeaking.

"Someone called..." Seeing the monkey panicked, Liu Junhao hurriedly grabbed his phone. Wukong was still useful, at least he heard the phone ringing and knew to send it to his master.

"Xiaohao, come to my house quickly, my house has collapsed." Ermazi's voice on the phone was very anxious.

"What... Uncle Guangxi fell down. Nothing happened to anyone, right?" Liu Junhao was startled, and the walnuts in his hand were scattered all over the ground.

"It's okay, it's the cowhouse that has been poured out." Ermazi followed.

"Oh..." Liu Junhao finally felt relieved, as long as he was fine. He remembered that the cowhouse in Ermazi's family was a bit old, and it was a few half adobe and half a stone houses in Liujiagou. When he was helping Master Liu Wu to catch centipedes some time ago, Liu Junhao had visited there and caught a few big scorpions in the cowhouse.

"Uncle Guangxi, why did the house collapse well?" Liu Junhao asked in confusion when he saw that most of the cowhouses collapsed. Although the walls of the cowhouse were piled with adobe, the stones on the foundation should be very strong.

"You ask him what he did." Ermazi's wife pointed at her husband and scolded her.

"Amn't I busy?" Ermazi weakly distinguished.

"You are the only one in our village. Why are you the only one busy in other people's cow houses? Why don't you say you are lazy? In recent years, the cow houses were built by his mistress when he was alive. For fifty or sixty years, the foundation has been good. We used to live in this house when we got married. Later, we built the house in front and then changed it to a cow house..." Ermazi's wife had a lot of affection for her old house, and she scolded her and scolded her.

After being snatched a few words from the wife in front of everyone, Ermazi simply refused to defend herself, her head drooped without saying a word, obviously it was a fault.

After listening to Ermazi's wife's intermittent narrative, Liu Junhao realized that the relationship was not aggrieved by the foundation. The two cows in his house were all in the cow house. According to common sense, they had to put some broken soil on every once in a while to keep it dry. Therefore, the more ground in the cow house, the higher the ground, and it would be cleaned after a while.

Ermazi is lazy and doesn't want to clean it up at all. He only cleans it once every more than a month, which causes too much water to accumulate in the cowhouse and finally the foundation sinks.

When digging cow dung, you need to dig hard to the ground. Ermazi digs for so long to hollow out the soil around the foundation. The foundation is uneven, so the cowhouse is poured out.

"Aunt, I, Uncle Guangxi, didn't do it on purpose. Are you going to undone and rebuild your cowhouse or just build it?" Liu Junqi said dissuasion.

"Of course I took it off and re-covered it. Just cover it like this. I guess it will collapse in a few days."

No one wants the adobe now, and Ermazi doesn't have the intention to build a wall with the adobe. So after discussing, several people simply took off the cement tiles on it and pushed down the remaining walls.

The adobe house was simple to cut, and a few people stood under the wall and pushed it, and the entire wall collapsed.

The pungent smoke spread everywhere, and a few scorpions inside crawled in panic.

When the dust settled, Ermazi saw a cigarette box exposed in the adobe. It looked quite old, but it kept dry inside the adobe, and looked quite complete.

"Why are there cigarette boxes here?" He kicked it with his feet, but found a stack of paper exposed in the cigarette boxes.

Ermazi picked it up casually. When he opened the cigarette box, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he smacked his lips and said, "Xiaohao, what's the money you are here? Five hundred yuan..."

"Master Guangxi, you're confused about money, how can you get five hundred yuan?" Liu Qihua walked over with a smile.

"What did you mean by your naughty kid? Let's see what you want to do?" Ermazi said as she handed the money to him.

"Hey, it's true, Uncle Xiaohao, come and see what money is?" Liu Qihua shouted in surprise after seeing the worn-out banknotes.

"What money, let's see?" Liu Junqi also came over at this time. He looked around for a few seconds and said, "You don't know this thing. This is paper burned by dead people. Dark banknotes are sold on the streets. Look at this avatar, who has seen it."

In the past, when burning paper, you would use a piece of RMB to hit a few times on yellow paper. In modern times, burning paper for dead people has kept pace with the times and printed directly into paper money.

"It's not like Mingchao. Why do I think it's Jiang Guangtou? Let Uncle Xiaohao see it?" Seeing Liu Junhao coming, Liu Qihua hurriedly handed over a few coins.

"This is not a dark banknote, it is a banknote issued during the Kuomintang period. And it is not Jiang Bald Head, it is Sun Yat-sen." Liu Junhao pointed to the "XX Year of the Republic of China" and the avatar of the founder of the founding father. He has also seen the kind of dark banknotes that Liu Junqi said, and it is very realistic. Last time Zhao Weidong came here, he also told a funny thing. Xiao Haoyu picked up a few dark banknotes and handed them over to the police, which made the police laugh and cry.

"Don't be a banknote from the Republic of China period, Uncle Guangxi, you're going to get rich. I read a few days ago that the kind of money we used to use was worth hundreds of dollars. I had known to keep some..." Liu Junqi said with envy.

"Yes, I checked it online before. It was said that a cent coin in 1981 could be sold for more than 1,000 yuan. I went home and rummaged through the cabinets, but I couldn't find it." At this time, a familiar tourist interrupted.

"I had known that I shouldn't spend the change before, so it would be great to keep it at home."

"That's right, I went back to the box and looked at it, and I remember that my house was packing a few coins."

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When collecting words for the prosperous times, when it comes to collecting coins, the crowd talks a lot. Many people say that Ermazi's cowhouse is right, and that the other party has good fortune.

Ermazi's wife smiled and didn't bother to scold her husband. She hurried into the house to pour tea for the people watching the fun.

Ermazi was planning to throw away these paper money at first, but now he was holding it in his hand like a treasure. When others looked at it, he was also careful, for fear of being caught.

"Guangxi, I heard that your family just found a few banknotes of the Republic of China when they cut the house. Can you show me the details?" Everyone was talking, and a voice sounded outside.

"Old Master Guo, you are here." Hearing his voice, a gap immediately spread out from the crowd.

The old man is Guo Zhenhua, and he is a regular customer in Liujiagou. He has lived here for several months, so everyone is familiar with him. Guo Zhenhua is also a member of the Municipal Collection Association, specializing in coins and is very knowledgeable about this.

"Yes, how much do you want to give Zhang Zhangyan?" Liu Junhao carefully handed the one in his hand.

"It's this, it's not worth it. One piece is at most twenty yuan. You don't have to hand it to me..." Guo Zhenhua only took a look and had no intention of reaching out to catch it.

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