On the gray cement street, there is an endless stream of pedestrians.
On both sides of the street, there are various street stalls, and the fresh air is filled with the aroma of delicious food.
Woo~twee~
A seven or eight-year-old boy was blowing an unknown whistle in one hand as he ran forward quickly, followed by several other little boys chasing him.
People here are already very familiar with this scene. At this time, pedestrians focus more on the center of the road, where there is a strong man in shabby clothes, over 1.8 meters tall, with disheveled hair.
An aunt looked at him as she walked and said to herself, "This little guy is really big. How can he be so poor with so much strength? Look at his sloppy clothes."
Although today's life is relatively poor, there are still only a few people with more than 20 patches on a piece of clothing.
What's more, he stands out from the crowd, at least ten centimeters taller than the surrounding pedestrians, and a head can be seen peeking out from a distance.
Snapped!
A crisp voice came.
A rich aunt looked at the man in the middle of the road with strange eyes. This was the first time she had seen this kind of operation. First she curled her lips as if in a cramp, and then slapped herself. She couldn't help but secretly said, "This
You’re not a fool, are you?”
Yi Chuanzong stretched out his hand to rub his face. He was the one who slapped him just now.
Since taking over this body, he usually has no discomfort. Only when he smells the fragrance of rice and feels hungry, he will curl his lips involuntarily like a fool.
It's like the whole chin is completely turned to the side.
Whenever this problem occurs, he will give himself a slap in the face, and the healing effect is quite good. He has not curled his lips for two days.
But now that he smelled the aroma of meat buns, he couldn't help it.
Looking at the fist-sized buns and swallowing hard, Yi Chuanzong gave up struggling and walked directly towards the bun stall in front of him.
Glancing at the skinny bun stall owner, Yi Chuanzong locked his eyes on the buns and said loudly, "Uncle, how do you sell buns?"
After saying that, Yi Chuanzong swallowed again. After half a month of eating steamed buns and glutinous rice paste, his mouth could feel like a bird. How had he ever suffered like this?
The uncle selling steamed buns frowned, the voice was too loud, but he still replied, "3 cents for vegetable buns, 10 cents for meat buns, you have the ticket..."
At this point, the uncle selling buns had raised his head and was stunned for a moment when he saw the big man Yi Chuanzong.
Then he looked up and down, and finally fixed his eyes on the Jiefang shoes with exposed toes.
He frowned and scolded, "Do you have money? If you don't have money, leave!"
Yi Chuanzong first turned his head left and right and looked around, then he touched the lining of his coat like a thief.
When he looked up again, he saw a rolling pin across his face.
The uncle at the bun stall held up his rolling pin and shouted with a stern expression, "What are you paying for! I'm telling you, don't mess around. I'll give you one bun at most, otherwise I'll call someone else!"
Yi Chuanzong smiled helplessly and said, "Uncle, what are you doing? I'm paying for it!"
After speaking, he took out a wad of banknotes and some bills from his pocket, counted out two dollars, and handed over two bills.
Yi Chuanzong said arrogantly, "Bring me twenty meat buns!"
Looking at the money and tickets in front of him, the bun stall uncle smiled. He was so slovenly dressed, who would have thought that he was actually rich?
He thought he was going to pick on the guy. This guy and his outfit were too intimidating.
The uncle at the steamed bun stall quickly put the twenty steamed buns he ordered into paper bags, handed over the money and tickets with one hand, and said while handing the steamed buns over, "Here, take them."
"Thanks."
After saying this, Yi Chuanzong quickly took a bun in his hand, opened his mouth wide and went down. In a moment, half of the bun was missing.
The hot buns are a little bit hot to the mouth, and you can feel the oil flowing in your mouth. The softness is filled with a strong aroma of meat. The whole mouth is filled with happiness, and Yi Chuanzong has a satisfied smile on his face.
Cool!
It’s so cool!
Why didn’t you realize that meat buns are so delicious before?
Before he could swallow this part, Yi Chuanzong hurriedly stuffed the other half into his mouth. There was more soup in this half of the bun.
The uncle at the bun stall next to him secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and finished it in two bites, which made him a little greedy.
"Uncle, the craftsmanship is great and the portion is generous. I will remember you!"
"Slow down!" he greeted, and the uncle at the steamed stuffed bun stall couldn't help but mutter in his heart, "The voice is so strong! He is also strong."
Yi Chuanzong, who was walking in the middle of the street, once again became the focus of attention, but this time there was more understanding in everyone's eyes.
After all, no amount of salary is enough for anyone who eats seven or eight meat buns for two mouths without stopping!
It's normal to dress sloppily, otherwise they should find out what this person does, there are no such rich people!
A little boy of thirteen or fourteen years old followed him all the way. He swallowed several times, but after looking at the body that could fit four of him, he didn't dare to come forward to ask for a bun. He just smelled it from behind.
taste.
Yi Chuanzong didn't care about the eyes of those around him. He just ate a steamed bun. A man like this could not afford to eat a steamed bun, right?
While walking towards Nanguluo Alley, he looked at a system panel that only he could see.
Name: Yi Chuanzong
Age: twenty (thirty-one in previous life)
Educational level: College (more than 60% forgotten)
Additional abilities: wall climbing 4/10, peeping 6/10, hiding 2/10, night vision 2/10, body function 1/10.
Yi Chuanzong couldn't help but curl his lips when he saw this. His system was a waste. Every day, some of his abilities would be improved a little, and the way he got it depended on what he was doing.
But the problem is the extent of this improvement. For example, the four skill points for wall climbing are randomly selected by the system when he climbs the wall.
After improving by four skill points, Yi Chuanzong didn't feel much improvement. Maybe it was because he could climb the wall a little faster.
It's far less useful than night vision. At least night vision can improve his eyesight a little, allowing him to see more clearly.
Then Yi Chuanzong looked down again and couldn't help but bared his teeth.
Warm reminder from the system: Since the living conditions of the host are too difficult and the host lacks the ability to survive independently, in order to prevent the host from starving to death, please receive daily living assistance in time and do not be a burden to the system.
Yi Chuanzong said with tears in his heart, "Take it."
System: The daily living allowance has been distributed. You have received one yuan, two taels of food stamps, and two taels of meat stamps.
Yi Chuanzong suddenly had one yuan and two tickets in his hand, and he silently stuffed them into his pocket.
It's ridicule, but it's not like giving him money?
Just this little bit of food doesn’t seem to be enough?
At the very least, it’s definitely not enough to eat meat buns like this one every day.
More than half an hour passed, and the No. 11 bus was about to arrive. Yi Chuanzong was somewhat hopeful that his new life was about to begin.
He has a rural registered permanent residence. At this period, he could work in the fields in the countryside and earn some work points. He would not starve to death, but he would not earn much money.
With his appetite, he can't even feed himself, let alone support his family?
How to accomplish a small goal?
Now even if you want to do business, you can't do it. It's just speculation.
Only when he gets a stable job in the city can he make money and have hope for the future.
And his uncle Yi Zhonghai is a top worker in the steel rolling mill and a top technician in the factory. He is somewhat thin-faced and even the factory director respects him.
When you see his eldest nephew coming over, can you think of a way to arrange a job for him?
With a serious job, Yi Chuanzong's household registration will be moved to the city by then.
As for whether the people in this courtyard are good or bad now, it has little to do with him for the time being.
Support yourself first, then think of ways to find a wife, and living a small life is the most important thing.
Suddenly, Yi Chuanzong heard faint crying in the distance, so he walked over quickly.