Thanks to the three brothers ☆山清水秀★, Guifu and Nipu for the reward.
Han Jianguo said with a serious face: "Don't believe it. When we finish the business, we will go back and you can see your brother's basement. The decoration inside is very good and it will definitely cost a lot of money."
There are also sofas, bookshelves, TVs, and computers in there. Did you tell me that computers are all expensive, right? And that flat TV is almost as good as the movie theater in the village."
"Ah? You said my brother has a computer? And an LCD TV?" Han Rongrong was really surprised.
You must know that Han Kongque’s money was all given to him by his father, so Han Kongque’s monthly living expenses were a problem. How could he afford a computer and LCD TV?
If the basement is really renovated, it will cost tens of thousands of dollars. Where did Han Kongque get the money? Is he really capable of picking up the leaks?
Han Guangrong shook his head vigorously. His eldest brother went out to work before graduating from middle school. How could he understand antiques with such knowledge?
Without some professional knowledge, there is no way he would have picked it up, unless he was just lucky. Did his eldest brother really get lucky?
Thinking of this, Han Guangrong's eyes suddenly lit up.
While the father and son were talking, they peeled the pumpkin and put it in the pot. Soon a pot of pumpkin porridge was cooked, and a sweet smell floated in the air.
"Boss, what are you selling? Why is it so fragrant?" A hawker carrying a baggage had just closed his stall and walked by when he was attracted by the aroma of his pumpkin porridge.
"Pumpkin porridge is made by the old pumpkin in our village. Why don't you try a bowl?" Han Guangrong was still very talkative.
"Okay, here's a bowl." The vendor said happily and put the package on the edge of the table.
Han Jianguo hurriedly filled a bowl and served it. It was still a bit cold in the morning. The vendor took a sip and felt waves of heat emanating from his stomach. The coldness in the morning disappeared immediately, and he suddenly felt comfortable all over.
The pumpkin porridge has no skin, leaving only the golden flesh, which is cooked and distributed in the bowl one by one. It is swallowed directly without chewing.
The golden pumpkin porridge, with its sweet aroma, instantly fills the entire mouth. It has to be said that even if this pumpkin porridge is not made with the active water in Han Kongque Xuanyuan Water Flag, it is still full of taste.
"Boss, this pumpkin porridge is pretty good!" The vendor took a closer look at Han Rongrong and found that he had indeed not seen him before, which made him a little happy.
"This is porridge cooked by old pumpkins from our hometown. It's our first time to sell it. How does it feel? Is it delicious?" Han Guangrong said with a continuous smile.
"Well, it does smell very good. Otherwise, I wouldn't be attracted here. I asked why I haven't encountered it before. It turns out you just came here!" The vendor's smile became even brighter.
"Please take care of this big brother in the future." Han Guangrong is still very good at talking.
"I can't take care of you. Since the boss can set up a stall on the antique street, it will definitely not be easy. You can occupy a stall here, which is much better than us Baofuzhai." The vendor seemed a little emotional.
"That's right, the house my brother rents is on this street, so he helped me set up a stall here." As he said this, Han Guangrong glanced at Han Peacock in the distance, and his voice became softer and said: "This
Brother, do you often set up a stall here?"
"Yes, I have been setting up a stall here for two or three years." Hou San looked at Han Guangrong and said with a smile.
"Brother, I heard that if you set up a stall on this antique street, you have to pay protection fees. Is this true?" Han Guangrong looked at Han Peacock again and asked.
The smile in Hou San's eyes grew stronger: "It depends on who the person is. If they are old residents on this street and know those who collect protection fees, then they definitely don't have to pay."
"Ah! My brother has lived on this street for a long time. He should know everyone on this street. Why does he say that we have to pay protection fees?" Han Guangrong said.
Hou Sanda said meaningfully: "Well, since your brother said you want to hand it over, you must hand it over, otherwise, the comprehensive law enforcement in the city alone will make your stall go bankrupt."
Hou San was a little impatient. He knew everything he should know now, so he immediately said: "Little boss, please bring me some food here. I got up at three o'clock in the morning and brought a lot of food with me."
No one can afford the good stuff. I’m so hungry. I don’t know what delicious food you have here. Although this pumpkin porridge is good, I can’t fill it up!”
"Ah?" Han Guangrong said.
"Ah what, you don't just sell pumpkin porridge, do you?" Seeing Han Guangrong nodding, Hou San was about to lose his temper, but he seemed to have thought of something, and he immediately said: "Then give me two more bowls!
Your pumpkin porridge is really delicious."
"Okay, okay, brother, please sit down for a while, and I'll bring it to you." When Han Guangrong heard that the guest wanted something else to eat, he immediately became a little confused, but then things took a turn for the worse. Not only did the guest not get angry,
He actually ordered two more bowls of pumpkin porridge, which made him a little proud. Their pumpkin porridge was so delicious!
"Hurry up, I have valuable things with me and I can't stay outside for too long. I have to deliver them to the safe as soon as I get to work at the bank!" Hou San urged, pretending to be in a hurry.
Han Guangrong shouted to Han Jianguo: "Dad, two bowls of pumpkin porridge."
With that said, Han Guangrong immediately went back, picked up the freshly filled pumpkin porridge and walked towards Hou San.
"Be careful." Han Peacock reminded him.
"Just watch it, we have made money without any of your money." Han Guangrong saw that he was busy while his eldest brother was sitting aside, just looking at the pot, and he felt very unhappy. He has always been
He was idly watching others work. When did he do his own work and let others watch him?
Han Kongque was speechless, but he didn't say anything else. He let the boy be proud for a while, but soon he would stop laughing.
When Han Kongque saw Hou San, he knew that there would be no peace in this stall today, but it hadn't happened yet, so Han Kongque couldn't say anything more.
Maybe it doesn't matter what happened. It just happened to let my smart brother know that some people are sinister. You have to know that there are many people on this antique street who are black-hearted and rotten-hearted.
"Put it over there. When I finish drinking this bowl, the other two bowls will be cold." Hou San was holding a bowl of pumpkin porridge, lying on the table and drinking. His two arms occupied half of the table, while the other half was
Then I placed a package that was not too small.
Han Guangrong carefully placed the two bowls of porridge between Hou San's arm and the package, but he did not see that a transparent fishing line had already passed through the table and hooked on Hou San's package.
This little trick was originally used to prevent theft. If someone sees Hou San being careless and thinks there is an opportunity to make a vote, as long as someone takes the baggage, the transparent fishing line on the baggage will be affected, and Hou San will discover it.
Obviously, the functions of this fishing line are not limited to these. Sometimes, it also has other functions. Sure enough, when Han Guangrong put down the pumpkin porridge and withdrew his hands, an accident happened.
As Han Guangrong raised his hands back, the package that had been placed firmly on the table also slid to the ground with his hands.
"Hey, I need you to be careful." After saying this, Hou San didn't even care about the bowl of hot porridge he was holding in his hand. He threw the bowl away and stretched out his hands to grab the package. This action seemed to be trying to grab the package. No.
Let it fall to the ground.
But Han Peacock saw it clearly. Following Hou San's movements, the pulled fishing line quickly pulled the baggage, so unfortunately, the baggage fell to the ground with a crash.
The package seemed to be very heavy. Although Hou San grabbed a corner of the package with one hand, the package still fell under the table with a clang.
Hou San was half-lying on the table. The pumpkin porridge was spilled on him, but he didn't care. He just stared blankly at the package he dropped on the ground.
"Ah, what's going on? I didn't touch your package! Why did it fall on the ground?" Han Guangrong looked at the package on the ground in surprise and shouted.
"You didn't touch my package? You didn't touch my package. Could it be that I pushed it down myself? Come and take a look, all the young and old. My package is very heavy. Even if you use less strength, it won't
It might hit the ground." Hou San shouted immediately when he saw that what happened here attracted other people's attention.
He really didn't look down on a foreigner who had just come here to set up a stall, and he also needed to pay protection fees. Han Guangrong was too young, and Hou San almost figured out his details in just a few words.
Originally, he was upset that none of the things he had high hopes for had been sold all morning, but this guy actually wanted to make money from him?
When has Hou San ever given money to others for a meal?
At this time, Han Guangrong was completely dumbfounded. He had seen all Hou San's actions just now. Hou San rushed directly to rescue the package, and he really caught it, but did not pull it.
Han Guangrong saw Hou San's entire movements clearly, so he never thought that everything that happened would be directed and acted by Hou San.
Hou San had told him just now that his bag contained good things, and he was going to the bank to put them in a safe. Thinking of this, Han Guangrong's face turned a little pale.
Han Rongrong leaned over and picked up the package. It was indeed very heavy. He carefully placed the package on the table: "I'm sorry! Brother, I accidentally touched your package."
"I'm sorry? Just one word of apology and that's it. Do you know what I do? As I said just now, I carry several treasures with me. If my treasures don't have any accidents, that's all. If they break, then we're not done."