Journey 1995:Non-Stop

Chapter 48 Ten Thousand Yuan Household

Lao Guo's "business plan" did require some start-up capital, but it seemed his father wasn't very optimistic. Yan Hui and Lao Guo had discussed this before, and Lao Guo simply felt somewhat helpless.

Lao Guo's father undoubtedly has a profound understanding of rosewood. Rosewood itself is not affordable for ordinary people. It's almost as if every customer who buys rosewood owns a car. Lao Guo agrees his father is right, but he believes ordinary people will still appreciate it. It all depends on social trends. Just because ordinary people can't afford rosewood furniture doesn't mean they can't afford rosewood hand-held ornaments. If they can't afford rosewood hand-held ornaments, they might like rosewood jewelry. And if they can't afford jewelry, they might like rosewood sachets.

Yan Hui agreed with Lao Guo's statement, but he didn't know much about rosewood. He had said before that when Lao Guo decided to open a factory, he would find a way to invest. But that was at least five years away.

The journey back was much happier than the journey there. After all, Lao Guo’s main mission this time had been completed, and everyone had experienced “life and death”, so it seemed as if they had taken everything lightly and were in high spirits all the way.

We had a quick lunch and around 4pm, after delivering the things that the old man had asked us to do, we all headed back to the market. The driver could finally take a break. The kids had been making such a fuss along the way.

After returning, Yan Hui felt a little tired, so he hurried back to his cabin and lay down for a while.

About an hour later, Lao Guo came running over excitedly and banged on Yan Hui's door.

"Coming, coming," Yan Hui took a short nap, got up and opened the door.

"Your money! Here you go!" Old Guo took out a large stack of money with a lavish look. It looked like there were at least three or four thousand. He quickly counted out 1200 from it, raised his hand quickly, and handed it to Yan Hui.

"Okay, okay," Yan Hui happily took the money. His hard work over the past two days was not in vain.

He stuffed the money into the inner pocket of his clothes. There was no money in it before, but with this, the money he had on him reached 10913.4 yuan!
Haha, Yan Hui had just counted before Lao Guo came!

Ten thousand yuan household!
"Have fun! Haha! Stop playing. If my dad asks about Uncle Gao, remember to keep it a secret from me!" Old Guo reminded again.

"Okay, so you made a lot of money this time." Yan Hui suppressed his excitement and said, "How about celebrating tonight?"

"We have to celebrate! Plenty of beer tonight!" Lao Guo said. "Call Lao Wu and Lao Song later, and we'll drink right here with you."

"Am I a little cold?" Yan Hui was a little worried.

"Come on, it's going to be dark soon, go buy you a stove!"

"Forget it, forget it. How long will it take to get that thing? I'll go buy a charcoal brazier!" Yan Hui finally showed some generosity.

"Okay, you go buy it, I'll go get someone to buy beer!"

Although Yan Hui's room is small, the good thing about it is that there is nothing in it. In the six-square-meter room, there is only a bed and a table, but not even a chair.

He moved the table to the side of the bed, creating a lot more space.

There are some wooden stakes in the yard that can be moved in to use as stools.

The thought of everyone drinking together that evening made Yan Hui's legs and feet lighten up. He quickly ran to the shop at the market entrance and bought a charcoal basin and charcoal. The owner asked him not to seal the windows, and Yan Hui agreed without hesitation.

Yan Hui returned to the house with the charcoal basin and charcoal. Fearing that there was not enough charcoal, he took some wood chips, which didn't cost any money.

Matches, waste paper, wood powder, and wood shavings, after a set of processes, the room soon became warm. Yan Hui was very satisfied. At this time, his friends also arrived.

There were three people, each carrying a bundle of beer and some food, and everyone's happiness was written on their faces!
After moving the wooden stakes and sitting down, everyone opened a bottle of beer and just faced the bottle without a glass.

"Let's do it!" Lao Guo suggested in his hometown dialect.

Yan Hui nodded, tilted his head back and poured the liquid into his mouth. After taking a sip, Yan Hui felt like he was half dead and almost froze to death. It was too cold!

They were all honest people, and they all suffered a lot from the first bite. Everyone had a painful expression on their face, and they endured it with clenched fists and grimace.

"This..." Yan Hui grinned, "How do we do this?" "No, no, slow down, slow down," Old Song waved his hands repeatedly.

"Okay, okay. Don't worry." Lao Guo's expression was even more vivid. If you didn't know, you would think he had eaten...

We were all stunned. It wasn't even the coldest yet, only about -4 or -5 degrees Celsius. What would happen if it got any colder?

"We brought... too much... Let's eat something... Let's wait until summer comes and then get drunk!" Lao Guo suggested.

"I agree."

"agree."

"agree."

The four men who shouted their lofty ambitions surrendered one after another and started eating chicken legs.

Originally, the four of them wanted to get drunk and tell the story of how they bravely fought against the two wolves yesterday, but in the end, no one drank any wine, so they couldn't continue bragging.

Take small sips and finish slowly. One bottle of beer per person is enough, and the rest can be returned.

The dinner party came together quickly and ended quickly. At around nine o'clock in the evening, everyone went home after eating.

Yan Hui's place was actually quite convenient, the only problem being the lack of a toilet nearby. Small diapers were easy enough, but larger ones had to walk to the public restroom east of the market. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have seen Shan Ge relieving himself in the backyard the first time I came here.

After his friends left, he felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach and went out alone to go to the toilet.

Maybe it was because the beer was too cold, but Yan Hui's stomach felt churning.

But just as he went out, the cold wind blew, and Yan Hui was worried that the money would fall into the toilet. After thinking about it, he decided to go back to the house and sew the money first.

While sewing the money, Yan Hui immediately entered the torture mode.

When a person is about to have diarrhea, it usually only takes a few minutes from the moment they feel it to the moment they can no longer hold it in. Yan Hui felt something was wrong when he had only sewn halfway, but he was not stable. After all, needle and thread are very easy to unravel if they are not tied in knots.

Keep the money in the house? How could that be possible? It's too easy to lose it!
Could a living person be suffocated to death by this? Gritting his teeth and stamping his feet, Yan Hui clamped his buttocks tightly and sewed the money together.

It was unrealistic to walk slowly at this time. He could only bend over, hold his buttocks together, and move towards the toilet step by step. He felt very miserable.

I can’t lose my temper! I’m wearing my long johns, cotton pants, and outer trousers for the winter. If I lose my temper here, the loss will be huge!

After walking a few dozen meters out of the door, Yan Hui regretted it. If he had known, he should have solved it directly in the backyard!
Forget it, there's no point thinking about this.
Yan Hui was about to bite his teeth off, but relying on his extraordinary perseverance, he moved towards the toilet little by little, and it seemed that he would soon be able to touch victory.

Yan Hui moved and moved, and it felt like he had been moving for several hours. His teeth were almost broken, but he still persisted and persisted!
All the hardships Yan Hui had endured in the past year seemed not as painful as he was feeling now. His waist had become much bent, and he almost walked with a hunched body, and his legs were twisted into a knot.

There were no street lights here, but there were still a few people occasionally. Yan Hui didn't dare to deal with it on the spot. In the eyes of outsiders, he seemed to have some serious illness, and they all stayed away from him.

Yan Hui didn't have the energy to care about what others thought. His sweat was pouring down to his belly and he didn't even have the energy to wipe it off.

Take one more step.

Take one more step.

再走
Finally arrived, Yan Hui took off his pants and ran inside. As soon as he entered, he aimed at a hole and squatted down, then /()\
call.
(I went to the hospital for a checkup and was diagnosed with viral bronchitis. The cold medicine and antibiotics I took a few days ago had no effect. It was purely my personal experience that made me wrong. After going to the hospital and getting antiviral medication, I feel much better and should be recovered by the weekend! Thank you everyone!)

(End of this chapter)