Yang Fu began to cut red willow early in the morning, and then Yang Xue grandpa two people rushed to work, woven two strong wooden baskets, add a beam in the middle, just fixed on the back of the bicycle.
He Yuzhu was afraid that the road was rough and the bike was too bumpy. He added a lot of hay to the basket and then carefully put two bottles of tiger bone wine into it.
I don't blame him for being so careful, but he was going to do something great with it.
Tiger bone wine itself is a tonic, and He Yuzhu is going to add spiritual spring water to the wine. By then, the effect of tiger bone wine will be much stronger than it is now.
In fact, he was going fishing with tiger bone wine, but I'll tell you more about that later.
Outside the village, He Yuzhu saw the village head and stopped to chat with him.
Finally, He Yuzhu said mysteriously, "Head of the village, if there is still this tiger in the future, please let me know. I will accept it all and I will not let the villagers suffer."
"Well, I'll let you know if there's more.
But are you sure you don't want the tiger skin?"
"No, a gentleman doesn't take what people love. Besides, it's too ostentatious. I'm a government official, so I'm not fit to use it."
He Yuzhu and the village head waved and left Wangjiazhuang.
Along the way two people talk and laugh, also do not feel tired journey.
Time flies, He Yuzhu and Yang Xue returned to the Siheyuan.
He Yuzhu pushed the bicycle in front, Yang Xue followed, also pushing a big uncle's bicycle.
"Go to an old man's house first. Give him his car back. Then I'll put the things away and take you back."
"Well, whatever you say."
Now it's almost lunch time and many people have gone to work. There are few people in the courtyard, and they don't notice Yang Xue.
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