"Didn't those creditors come to our house a few days ago and move a lot of things away. This morning, my eldest brother went to get a lot of things back. By the way, there is also our TV set. My eldest brother is coming back too."
Ge Yuzhu explained to Xu Tonglu in a brisk tone.
Xu Tonglu couldn't hide his surprise when he heard this.
He looked at the paddy and rice on the wall, and then went to the master bedroom to look at the TV set that had returned. When he came out, he heard the quack of an old duck coming from the chicken coop, and couldn't help but bend down and lower his head.
He took a second look at the chicken coop and saw that there were three more chickens and a duck inside. He frowned and turned around to ask Comrade Xu, "Why didn't you call me to do this? Also, those people moved out that day.
Rice and rice, as well as chickens and ducks, it’s much more than that, right? Which other families have you not asked for? Let’s go together in the afternoon!”
Hearing this, Tongdao Xu stopped his chopsticks, glanced at him, and said lightly: "I can only come back so much."
"Why?"
Xu Tonglu raised his voice and frowned even more tightly.
Comrade Xu continued to eat and ignored him.
Seeing this, her sister Ge Yuzhu quickly helped to explain, "Second brother, it was such a mess that day, so many people came to our house to move things, can we remember who moved what? How much was moved? Moreover, even if we can remember clearly, but
There's no evidence. If they don't admit how much they moved, there's nothing we can do. It's pretty good that my brother can get so much back."
Xu Tonglu: "..."
After a moment of silence, Xu Tonglu went to the kitchen with a gloomy face.
Not long after, a bowl of rice came back to the table and some vegetables were served.
At this time, Ge Yuzhu also returned to the table to eat.
For a while, the three of them stopped talking and ate in silence.
After a while, Comrade Xu finished his meal.
Putting down his chopsticks, he picked up the teapot on the table and took a sip of water. After putting down the teapot, he looked at his younger brother Xu Tonglu, who was sitting opposite him, and his younger sister, Ge Yuzhu, who was sitting on his right.
He said with a calm expression: "Our dad will probably not come back again. As the saying goes: Elder brothers are like fathers. From now on, you two must listen to me, do you hear me?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, his sister Ge Yuzhu stopped her chopsticks.
After he finished speaking, Xu Tonglu also stopped his chopsticks, raised his head and squinted at Xu Tonglu with disdain, and said in a very disdainful tone, "You pull me down! You are only one year older than me. What did you say to me, 'Elder brother is like father'?"
How can you be sure that our father will not come back? Maybe he will come back in a few days?"
Sister Ge Yuzhu looked at her eldest brother, then at her second brother, but hesitated to speak.
Xu Tongdao did not look at her. He only stared at Xu Tonglu who challenged his authority and said coldly: "Even if I am a day older than you, I am still your elder brother! If you dare to disobey me, I will whip you!"
"You dare!"
Xu Tonglu held his neck and resisted.
Xu Tongdao stared at him coldly. Xu Tonglu returned the cold stare and stared at Xu Tongdao without giving in.
Xu Tongdao secretly gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to slap this kid right away. It was not because he was afraid that he would not be able to beat his brother, but because he knew his brother's unruly character. He was afraid that if he beat him now, after leaving...this kid would leave home.
Run away.
Others might not dare to run away from home, but his brother Xu Tonglu might really dare.
"You will know later whether I dare or not."
Comrade Xu said these words, got up, went to the chicken coop, took out the old duck with its feet still tied, and took it to the kitchen behind to kill it.
Xu Tonglu sneered, looking unconvinced and disbelieving.
…
For Xu Tongdao, killing ducks was easy and easy.
In the original time and space, because his father never came back after he disappeared, he entered the society early and had to do all the cooking, laundry, and hygiene by himself.
When I go home during the holidays, my mother wants to kill a chicken or a duck, and he is the one who does it.
Not to mention, he later worked as a chef for several years.
When he came to the kitchen, he put the duck on the ground, took a porcelain bowl, scooped half a bowl of water from the water tank, scooped some fine salt and put it in the water in the bowl, and picked up a kitchen knife.
, stir it in the bowl with the tip of a knife to let all the fine salt melt in the water.
This half bowl of salted water will be used to catch the duck's blood when he kills the duck later.
Mix the duck blood with the salted water and let it sit for about half an hour, and it will solidify slightly.
When the time comes, pour it into a pot of boiling water and cook for a while, and it will turn into blood tofu.
He knows all these things.
Putting the bowl and kitchen knife on the stove, he picked up the gourd and scooped some water from the water tank into the pot, covered the pot, and went to the stove mouth to light a fire and prepare to boil the water.
To kill a duck, you need boiling water to remove its feathers.
While doing these things, he has been a little distracted.
Killing ducks and stewing ducks is not difficult for him. He can do these things by instinct. He is thinking about what to do next and what to do to make the life of this family better and better.
Before his rebirth, he had never been doing well and didn't study much. Now, after he was reborn, he didn't feel he was qualified to do some high-level professions.
Not only because he didn't understand it, but also because his family was poor and had no capital.
But if he was asked to live another life just to work an honest job and earn some dead wages to support his younger brother and younger sister in their studies and support his mother at the same time, he felt that it would be a waste of this inexplicable opportunity to be reborn.
He knew that there were actually many nouveau riche who were illiterate.
The reason why those nouveau riche are able to make a fortune is often because they seize a good opportunity.
He had never seized such a good opportunity before his rebirth. From his perspective, he could not see any good opportunities.
But now that he has been reborn, he knows better than anyone which industries will make money in the next few decades.
Therefore, he knows what good opportunities there are.
Apart from anything else, when the real estate industry breaks out, as long as he buys a few more houses at low prices in advance, he will be rich in his life.
It was the easiest way to get rich he knew.
But now there are still several years before the real estate explosion.
The most important thing is that his family is too poor. He has a father who likes gambling. His family is already poorer than most families in the village. What's more, his father has disappeared now, and he has lost even the only wage-earning labor force.
Therefore, his top priority should be to make money quickly.
Otherwise, even if he knew that the real estate industry would skyrocket in a few years, he would not have the money to participate.
He skillfully lit the stove and put the dry firewood into the stove. There was a sound of footsteps at the kitchen door.
"Brother, let me help you..."
It was the voice of my younger sister Ge Yuzhu.
Tongdao Xu raised his head and glanced at her, patted the dust on his hands, stood up, picked up the porcelain bowl and kitchen knife on the stove, and walked towards the quacking old duck on the ground.
"Okay! Help me carry the duck, lift its feet, and grab its wings!"
"Hey, okay!"
The younger sister was very obedient. She bent down and picked up the duck's feet, and grabbed the duck's wings with her other hand. Comrade Xu put the porcelain bowl filled with salt water on the ground, placed the kitchen knife across the mouth of the bowl, and held the duck's head with one hand.
With one hand, he neatly plucked out a bunch of hair from the duck's neck, then picked up the kitchen knife and casually told his sister: "Hold it higher!"
"Hey! Okay!"
When my sister heard this, she immediately lifted the duck higher.
Tongdao Xu picked up the kitchen knife and slashed the neck of the duck that had just been plucked. The red duck blood immediately flowed into the salt water in the porcelain bowl.
The dying duck struggled desperately, but to no avail.
After a while, there was no blood coming out of the cut neck.