A few meals may seem inconspicuous, but they are the ultimate magic weapon for increasing relationships.
When eating at home, with Xu Jiazhen's income, she didn't even dare to eat wild vegetable soup and steamed buns.
On Wang Xu's side, they eat dumplings for lunch, braised pork for dinner, and wontons for supper. There is no comparison.
After a few meals, Xu Jiazhen said nothing, but her gaze slowly softened when she looked at Wang Xu, no longer as wary as before.
In the blink of an eye, two days passed, and the day agreed with Yu Zecheng came.
On this day, Lao Yu came very early, and at about seven o'clock, he went to the door carrying fruits.
At this time, Wang Xu was eating breakfast, which consisted of sweet potato and pumpkin porridge, egg pancakes, chopped pork head, and a pile of pickles.
Seeing Yu Zecheng coming, Wang Xu raised his head slightly, tapped his rice bowl with chopsticks, and said with a smile: "Lao Yu, have you eaten in the morning?"
"What do you think?" After getting along for a long time, Lao Yu also learned to joke.
Xu Jiazhen didn't know the details of Yu Zecheng. She looked at Wang Xu and then at the fruit that Yu Zecheng was carrying, wondering whether she should take it.
"This is Lao Yu, Yu Zecheng, my good friend, a bookstore owner." Wang Xu introduced Xu Jiazhen, then took the fruit from Yu Zecheng's hand, pulled him to sit on the edge of the Kang, and said:
"You're right here, why are you bringing fruit? Are you rich?"
"It's not appropriate to walk in empty-handed early in the morning. It's okay. They were all bought casually and are not worth the money." Yu Zecheng said modestly, but Wang Xu looked down and saw that there were pineapples, cherries, and figs.
In this era when ordinary people can't even afford to eat, fruit is an absolute luxury. Ordinary people come to your home as a guest and just get three or five eggs, so there is no such waste of money to spend.
"Lao Yu is a very particular person, Jiazhen, go and get a pair of chopsticks for Lao Yu." Wang Xu did not try to shirk anything, but asked Yu Zecheng to sit down and eat.
Xu Jiazhen felt that her status was not high, so after seeing the guests, she pulled Qiuxia out and went out.
Qiuxia was halfway through eating and didn't want to leave. Her little mouth was so cute that she could hold a bottle of soy sauce.
Yu Zecheng saw this scene, smiled, opened the fruit basket, handed over a handful of red cherries, and said: "Uncle, there are cherries here, eat them quickly."
With the cherries to eat, Qiuxia left with her mother happily.
When the two of them left the house, Yu Zecheng's smile faded and he asked in a low voice: "Who are these two?"
"They are my neighbors. The mother and daughter are very pitiful. The last time the child got sick, they didn't have money to treat them." Wang Xu told Xu Jiazhen's situation, which was considered as an introduction to Yu Zecheng.
Lao Yu just listened without asking, frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a while, Xu Jiazhen came in with bowls and chopsticks, and then he said: "Your husband's name is Xu Fugui?"
"Hmm..." Xu Jiazhen didn't know what Yu Zecheng meant, and hesitated for a moment before nodding.
Yu Zecheng looked Xu Jiazhen up and down for a while, took the bowl and chopsticks, and said politely: "You go out and do your work first, I will have a word with Lao Wang."
Xu Jiazhen was confused and left in a daze.
Wang Xu was sitting on the Kang eating egg pancakes. From Yu Zecheng's expression, he realized that there was a story in it and asked, "What's the matter? Do you know Xu Fugui?"
"Before I came to Tianjin, I did know a man named Xu Fugui in Chongqing. He was also from Tianjin. Maybe it was the same name. I knew that Xu Fugui, the brigade commander of the 24th Division of the Central Army, the tiger boy Xue Yue
"My niece and son-in-law," before Yu Zecheng came to Tianjin, he was the lieutenant colonel leader of the Chongqing Station of the Military Command, and was very much appreciated by Boss Dai.
At a party, he met a man named Xu Fugui, and the two had a very good chat.
Today, I suddenly heard from Wang Xu that Xu Jiazhen's man was also called Xu Fugui, and Yu Zecheng was stunned.
"It shouldn't be the same person. Xu Jiazhen's man has no abilities. If you say he became a brigade commander, I wouldn't believe him." Wang Xu also thought it was a double name and didn't pay attention to Yu Zecheng's words.
Who is Xu Fugui? He is a young man who eats, drinks, whores and gambles. After losing all his family property, he suddenly realizes that he wants to support his family by singing shadow puppets.
According to the plot in the movie, Xu Fugui should be participating in the battle in Changsha and working as an art soldier and porter for the Democratic Party.
"Battle of Changsha!" Thinking of the Battle of Changsha, Wang Xu suddenly thought that the commander of the four battles of Changsha seemed to be the tiger boy Xue Yue.
Well, I must be overthinking it. Xu Fugui looks just like Uncle Ge, how ugly he is.
Even if he went to Changsha, he would not be able to meet Xue Yue, let alone marry Xue Yue's niece and become the brigade commander of the Central Army.
He had only been in the army for a few years, and he was captured as a young man in 1937. His military career lasted less than four years.
Thinking of this, Wang Xu felt that it must be the same name, so he said: "Let's not mention this. I have prepared the medicines you need. When you leave later, you can just take them back. In addition, let's talk about it.
Good special training, when do you plan to start it, you can’t be careless about it.”
When he heard that the medicine had arrived, Yu Zecheng smiled and nodded: "That's easy to say. The special training can start at any time. I have chosen the place. It is in the woods outside the city. Well, I will take the medicine back first.
I'll pick you up again at noon. Also, for this transaction, do you want gold or antiques?"
"I want antiques, and only porcelain and bronze. I don't want calligraphy and painting." Calligraphy and painting are unique. Wang Xu has suffered the loss of Misty Rain Tu, and he doesn't want to jump into this trap.
Yu Zecheng wrote down the request, but did not really stay to eat, and quickly left with the medicine.
At noon, Lao Yu left and came back.
Like a rag collector, he brought a dozen bottles and cans, as well as a snuff bottle said to be used by Qianlong.
After asking, I found out that there are not many antiques of extremely high value in the hands of the underground party.
Treasures such as King Wen's Lotus Incense Burner, the Eight-sided Han Sword, and the Autumn Mountain Misty Rain Picture, each one can be called a family heirloom.
On the contrary, there are still many bottles and jars similar to those from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and the current prices are not too high.
"Two pairs of vases from the Ming Dynasty, a glass bowl from the Song Dynasty, a bronze sculpture of a horse riding on a flying swallow from the Yuan Dynasty, a snuff bottle used by Qianlong, a set of Tang Dynasty tea sets with a teapot and eight teacups, and
There is a golden Pixiu from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period." Yu Zecheng brought a lot of things with him and asked a rickshaw driver to pull them over.
Wang Xu was also familiar with this driver. He was the driver who acted as the liaison officer at the door of Lotus Leaf Chicken Shop.
Of course, although Wang Xu recognized him secretly, Wang Xu remained silent on the surface.
The same was true for Yu Zecheng. He didn't introduce who Wang Xu was to the coachman, nor did he introduce the coachman to Wang Xu. He just shouted: "Dachengzi, hurry up and move things in for Boss Wang. This is a big boss, specializing in antique business."
, the reward is indispensable to you."
The driver named Dachengzi nodded and smiled while carrying things inside.
Wang Xu and Yu Zecheng stood at the door, looking at the busy Dachengzi. Lao Yu whispered: "Only Shopkeeper Qiu and I know about your situation, and we will not let anyone else get involved. In addition, Shopkeeper Qiu asked me to ask
Let me ask you, do you do the grain business?"
"Grain?" Wang Xu shook his head slightly. He could get this thing, but it was too troublesome. A ton of grain was not worth a gold bar, and he wouldn't make much money after working hard.
"I don't do the grain business. The profit is small and the trouble is big. I can't help you anymore."
"That's it!"
Yu Zecheng was a little disappointed and whispered: "In the base area, there is a severe shortage of food and salt. Shopkeeper Qiu is under great pressure. As you know, our Jizhong base area is in the Japanese-occupied area, and many things are difficult to handle."
"Last time it was said that there was a shortage of weapons, and this time it was said that there was a shortage of salt. What do you have that is not lacking?" Wang Xu also asked helplessly.
Yu Zecheng smiled awkwardly. In the base area, every stone is useful, and there is really nothing that is in short supply.
Wang Xu saw his expression and knew that his question was silly. He shook his head and said, "I'm convinced. I don't have any food. Do you want some salt?"
Salt is different from grain. One ton of grain is not enough to feed a thousand-man army for three days.
On the other hand, one ton of salt can be enough to feed an army of 1,000 people for a year if we live frugally.
Wang Xu felt that he was a little tired and it was okay to get one or two tons of salt, so he treated it as supporting the Anti-Japanese War.
As for food, forget it. He doesn't want to be a full-time cook, and he can't afford the needs of the Jizhong base area.