"Have the food been delivered?" Fangyuan's mother asked as soon as she got home.
"Yes! It has been sent over." Fangyuan did not tell his mother that he also gave Aunt Six a hundred yuan.
Because there is no need to say it, at least there is no need to say it for the time being.
Anyway, even if my mother finds out in the future, she won’t say anything. In this case, it’s better not to say anything.
"Brother Fangyuan, this is so delicious. Try it." The little girl ran over and put a fruit into Fangyuan's mouth.
This fruit is not a fruit, but a deep-fried snack made with syrup and noodles that can only be eaten during the Chinese New Year.
Usually this is used to give gifts, wrapped in kraft paper, put a piece of red paper on top, and then tied with string.
"Brother Fangyuan, is it delicious?" The little girl saw Fangyuan eating and asked again quickly.
"Yeah! It's delicious, go and eat it."
In fact, Fangyuan is not very fond of sweets, so there is nothing to eat at this time, otherwise he would basically not eat them.
"Boss, what do you think of this?" The little fat man came over at this time and handed Fangyuan a wooden gun.
"You've been working on it for a long time and just came out with this thing?" Fang Yuan asked, looking at the little fat man.
The little fat man scratched his head and asked: "What's wrong, boss, isn't this okay?"
"Of course not. This thing can only be used as a support at most. Do you still want to make a gun out of wood?" Fangyuan said, giving the little fat man a roll of his eyes.
Yes, Fangyuan has been studying gunpowder guns with Little Fatty since the morning. Fangyuan mainly wants to find memories.
When he was a child in his previous life, Fangyuan played with that stuff a lot. He usually picked up a lot of squibs during the Chinese New Year, and then opened them to get the gunpowder inside.
If you don't have gunpowder, you can also use a match head, which actually just makes a sound, because it has no power at all.
However, there are no absolutes in life. Fangyuan made a powerful gunpowder gun in his previous life. Unfortunately, he brought it to school and was confiscated by the teacher.
The teacher didn't return it to him until he graduated from elementary school, and by that time, Fangyuan was no longer interested in it.
Now that he has relived his life, Fangyuan still wants to play with this thing.
In fact, this thing is quite easy to make. You only need a bicycle chain, bullet casings, No. 8 iron bars, and then a wooden support.
Of course, this is a more delicate approach. If you don’t use wooden supports, you can also use iron bars directly.
But this is only the first step. If possible, get some infusion tubes. These are not the white tubes of later generations, but the current rubber yellow tubes.
Even if you don't have the conditions, you can still cut a few circles with a bicycle inner tube.
The relatively powerful gunpowder gun made by Fangyuan in his previous life was made of seamless steel pipes and did not require a bicycle chain.
One end of the seamless steel pipe is fixed with screws, then welded, and then a small hole, a book clip, and an iron nail are punched on it.
(Can’t write! Five hundred words are omitted here.)
"Uh! Boss, this..."
"Okay, give me the pen."
Fangyuan took the pen from the little fat man and quickly drew a picture.
Seeing what Fangyuan had drawn, the little fat man looked at him and asked, "Boss, can this thing really kill birds?"
"What do you think? It's a pity that there is no medicine, otherwise the effect would be better."
The powder that Fangyuan is talking about is the gunpowder used in Sky Monkey. The explosive power of this thing is not great, but the steel balls or iron sand fired are much more powerful than explosives.
Just when Fangyuan was about to clean up and go to work, the third sister ran back from outside. She went out to play after eating and didn't come back until now.
"Fat man, Fat man, your dad got into a fight with someone else." The third sister said to the little fat man when she entered the room.
"What!" Fangyuan was stunned for a moment, looked at the third sister and asked, "Is there really a fight?"
"Not yet, but soon."
Hearing what the third sister said, Fangyuan and the little fat man ran outside quickly, forgetting about the gunpowder guns and the like.
When Fangyuan and the little fat man ran to the butcher's shop, they realized that they didn't fight at all, they were just quarreling.
This also made the two of them breathe a sigh of relief, but when they saw who the person quarreling with Fat Uncle was, Fangyuan and Little Fatty looked at each other and almost couldn't hold back their laughter.
Because it was none other than Cao's previous mother, I heard her say to the fat uncle: "Everyone comes to judge, how can this be like this? Every time I come to buy meat, it is always lean meat?"
The fat uncle rolled up a cigarette, licked the cigarette paper with his tongue, twisted it a few times, put the cigarette in his mouth, struck a match and lit it.
After looking around at the people around him, he said: "What's weird about this, meat! Some are fat and some are thin. You're not lucky enough to be here!"
Is this a coincidence? Of course not. Not far away, he saw Cao's mother coming, so he put away the fat and took out a piece of lean meat.
"Why is it such a coincidence? Every time I come here, it's lean meat."
"Who knows! Anyway, someone has to buy it. If you don't buy it, someone else will." Fatty Uncle said at this time.
Someone originally wanted to say something for Cao's mother before, but now they heard Fat Uncle say this and immediately stepped back.
Just kidding, whoever speaks at this time is a fool. What if I come to buy meat next time and it happens to be lean meat.
Smart people can see that Uncle Fatty did this on purpose. If he stands up and speaks now, maybe the lean meat will be sold to him next time.
"I don't care whether others buy it or not, but today, you must sell me a piece of meat with fat." Cao Qian's mother said.
The fat uncle took a long drag on the cigarette, then took a puff of smoke and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to survive today, that's all."
"You..."
Uncle Fat sells to the government, and it doesn’t matter how much he sells or how little he sells, because he gets paid, and the government won’t pay him more just because he sells more.
In other words, if he does not sell one tael of meat a day, or if he sells a thousand catties a day, the final salary will be the same.
"I asked you whether to buy it or not. If you don't buy it, leave. Don't delay my selling meat." Fatty Uncle said to Cao Qian's mother impatiently.
Although Cao's previous father was the workshop director of the woolen textile factory, and Uncle Fatty was just an ordinary employee, don't forget that Uncle Fatty is not under the management of the woolen textile factory.
Uncle Fat’s butcher shop is under the management of the Imperial Capital Food and Commercial Bureau, and Uncle Fat is also an employee of the Imperial Food and Commercial Bureau.
In terms of level, the Commerce Bureau is much higher than the Woolen Textile Factory. Not to mention a workshop director, even if the director of the factory says he won't do it, he won't do it.
"Huh! I won't buy from you, and I won't buy from you in the future."
The fat uncle spread his hands and said: "Whatever, if you have the ability, go to the market and buy it."
In fact, there are butcher shops on Qinghe Street, but the butcher shops on Qinghe Street basically have no business.
If there is no business, there is no need to buy fresh meat. It is winter and the meat will basically not spoil, so the meat on Qinghe Street always looks shriveled.
It can be said that the woolen mill will not buy meat on Qinghe Street at all.
In fact, this is normal. Workers in woolen mills eat commercial grain, which is rationed every month, but Qinghe Street is full of farmers. Farmers do not have rations and must buy with tickets.
Not to mention using tickets, even if they don’t use tickets, how many people can afford meat.
"Okay, okay, just wait for me."
Although Cao's previous mother was arrogant and domineering, she had no temper at all towards Fat Uncle.
"Okay, I'll wait. If you have any ability, just use it." The fat uncle slashed the wooden pier with his knife and said.
Seeing Fat Uncle's action, Cao's mother never dared to speak again, because Fat Uncle's action just now made her feel as if he was going to chop herself.
"I said Fatty, your dad is quite handsome." Fangyuan patted the little Fatty on the shoulder and said.
"Boss, what does it mean to be handsome?" the little fat man asked doubtfully.
Fangyuan pointed at herself and said: "Like me."
"Oh!" The little fat man nodded.
Cao's mother left earlier. Why were the people watching the excitement standing here, so they all left too.
Soon, Fangyuan and the little fat man were left fighting. Fang Yuan kicked the little fat man in the butt just in time to be seen by the fat uncle.
The fat uncle smiled and didn't say anything. To be honest, the fat uncle followed Fangyuan and he felt relieved.
Because he could feel that the little fat man had changed a lot after playing with Fangyuan for a while, and for the better, which made him very happy.
Of course, Fangyuan also saw Fat Uncle looking this way, pushed the little Fatty aside, and gave Fat Uncle a thumbs up.
The fat uncle smiled at Yuan Yuan and said: "Don't worry, uncle will help you vent your anger. I will make it impossible for her family to eat good meat during the Chinese New Year."
"Thank you, Uncle Fat."
In this era, good meat is fat meat, which is exactly the opposite of later generations. In later generations, except for pork belly, few people would eat fatty meat.
But in this era, fat meat is the best meat. No matter what kind of family you are, when buying meat, you always choose the fattest meat.
"Thank you, but if her family wants to go to the city to buy something, there is nothing they can do."
Fangyuan shrugged and said, "If she wants to go, just let her go. Taking the bus also costs money, and it takes a lot of time to go to the city."
"Hahaha! That's right." Fat Uncle smiled happily.
The two of them never said that Cao Qianqian’s family would go to Qinghe Street to buy meat, because they knew that Cao Qianqian’s family would never buy meat on Qinghe Street.
"Uncle, let's leave first."
"Well! Let's go!" After the fat uncle finished speaking, he glanced at the little fat man and said, "Come back early and don't eat at Fangyuan's house again."
"Oh! Got it."
After leaving the butcher shop, Fangyuan did not go home directly, but took the little fat man to Qinghe Street.
He was going to go to Director Jin to ask for a bullet casing, and then go to the blacksmith shop to see if there was any seamless steel pipe.
Of course, he also knows that this may be difficult, after all, seamless steel pipes are not so easy to obtain.
But it doesn’t matter. If not, just make a chain gun. Anyway, he just wants to find memories of his childhood in his previous life.
Director Jin hadn't gotten off work yet, so the two of them went directly to the police station.
