There were only more than three hundred yuan in the space. Since discovering this copy space, he only copied the seventy-eight yuan he originally owned three times and then stopped.
He found that copying too much didn't help much.
Only a few banknotes with the same serial number would not be discovered, but if there were too many copies, he could not guarantee whether they would be discovered.
Although no one can make counterfeit coins in this era, so no one will check the serial number specifically.
But just be afraid of everything.
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Only by being careful can you sail the ship of ten thousand years.
Houses cannot be bought and sold casually, and four-wheeled cars cannot be bought.
Just enough money is enough, not to mention there is no place to spend money.
the next day.
Yang Jun gets up before dawn. The habits developed by the army are his best biological clock.
He is going to start exercising.
Although his body has become very strong after more than ten years of exercise, since the injury, his left leg is no longer as flexible as before. The purpose of his exercise is to restore his left leg to its previous appearance.
The gate in the courtyard needs to be opened and closed regularly every day, and the person responsible for this task is the third uncle Yan Bugui.
Of course, the third uncle does not provide services for free. Each household has to pay a hard-earned fee of 50 cents every year. There are about 20 households in the compound, and they can earn an income of about 10 yuan a year.
After all, looking at the front door is a hard job that requires working from dawn to dusk, and every household is willing to pay the 50 cents.
Yang Jun stepped lightly and first lowered the bolt of the courtyard door, then stepped outside and closed the door behind him.
He first ran around the alley twice, then found that the road was full of potholes, so he turned around and ran towards the main road outside the alley.
After running for half an hour, he felt that his left leg could no longer bear it.
He didn't dare to keep running anymore, after all, returning to his original state did not happen overnight.
The days were so long, and he firmly believed that one day his left leg would return to its original state.
On my way back, I passed a public-private restaurant, which was already packed with people having breakfast.
He wrapped ten fried dough sticks, ten big meat buns, and a portion of fried liver in oil paper. He originally wanted to buy some soy milk to drink, but unfortunately he didn't bring any utensils to hold the food.
He likes drinking soy milk very much, and the salty kind. When paired with a bowl of tofu, it feels...
Next time you go out for a run, be sure to bring a white enamel tank.
In fact, he had a copied enamel jar in his space, but he forgot to take it out in advance.
Under everyone's surprised gazes, Yang Jun handed the service staff three yuan and seventy cents and eight pounds of food stamps.
"Which young man from this family is dying?"
"This meal is worth my wages for a week."
"I wonder how this kid will be punished when he gets home."
Yang Jun left in the envious eyes of everyone.
It’s no wonder that everyone is envious. In these days, only people with a lot of money can occasionally go out to have a tooth ceremony. At most, it is a bowl of soy milk and two fried dough sticks. It is very rare for people like him to buy ten fried dough sticks and ten big meat buns at one time.
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Especially the ten mouth-watering big meat buns stuffed with pork that are white, round and steaming, which are even more mouth-watering.
Those are really big meat buns weighing half a catty each.
The so-called big meat buns that are half a catty each are not half a catty with the skin and stuffing as people imagine. Instead, when the buns are rising, the chef weighs each dough and leaves enough half a catty, and then adds it with
Pork and green onions.
The steamed buns cost at least eight taels.
Yang Jun knew that today's move was a little too flamboyant, and naturally it was not in line with his principle of being a low-key person. Now that he has a system, his obscene development is in line with his style.
So he walked to a secluded place, looked around and saw no one, and then with a thought, two fried dough sticks and two steamed buns entered the space.
With a replica, you’ll never have to buy breakfast again.
When we returned to the courtyard, it was already dark.
The mother and the second sister were busy making breakfast, while the third sister was washing by the pool in the courtyard.
When Yang Liu saw his elder brother coming back with a few oil paper bags, his nose twitched and he sniffed hard, then the expression in his eyes suddenly brightened.
I poked my mouth casually twice with the toothbrush in my hand, grabbed a towel, rubbed my face carelessly, and ran home in a hurry.
"belch!"
Three mouthfuls of a big meat bun, Yang Liu looked like he was still unsatisfied.
"tasty!"
"It's so delicious. This is the first time I've eaten pork and green onion buns since I was a kid."
Hearing that his sister was eating big meat buns for the first time, Yang Jun felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. He reached out and rubbed her fluffy head and said pitifully.
"Eat it every day from now on until you feel like vomiting."
"real?"
"Brother, are you lying to me? Can you really eat big meat buns every day?" Yang Liu happily grabbed Yang Jun's arm and asked.
Then his expression darkened, he looked back at Wang Yuying who was cooking, and said somewhat bitterly: "Mom won't let you buy buns every day."
Wang Yuying walked in with the cooked stick porridge, looked at the fragrant big meat buns and golden fried dough sticks on the table, felt distressed, then looked at her eldest son, and opened her lips.
She knew in her heart that her eldest son had not been at home for more than ten years, and the brother and sister were somewhat alienated. Buying sweet things from her brother would naturally bring them closer, so she said nothing more.
"Don't buy these expensive things in the future. It's a waste of money. You still want to eat them every day. Just spoil your sister. If you become naughty, will you support her in the future?"
His mother looked reproachful and continued to scold him: "I'm almost thirty, wouldn't it be good to save some money to marry a wife?"
Yang Jun ate the deep-fried dough sticks in his hand and smiled as he approached Wang Yuying with a playful smile: "As the saying goes, a son is born in poverty and a daughter is raised in wealth. Girls must be raised in wealth."
"I tell you, please don't paste that matchbox again. Our family's life will get better and better in the future."
Speaking of this, Wang Yuying told him to hurry up and complete the work, so as to avoid long nights and dreams. After all, she had been living in fear for too long.
Wang Yuying and Yang Mei each ate one steamed bun and one deep-fried dough stick, and Yang Liu ate two steamed buns and one deep-fried dough stick. Yang Yu and Yang Huai were sleeping soundly in bed, smelling the steamed buns, and served the food with bare feet.
Yang Jun was not hungry for meat buns. He only ate two fried dough sticks and two steamed buns. He was full after just one bowl of stick porridge.
After eating, he walked around the backyard and looked at the architectural layout of the courtyard. Putting aside the front and middle courtyards, there were seven families living in the backyard, two families in the east and west wings, and two families in the back.
There are three families living there.
The place where the Yang family lives is in the east wing near the back room.
The best location in the backyard is the back room. Among the back rooms, the two rooms in the center of the deaf old lady are the best. Xu Damao's house is on the right side of the deaf old lady. The two rooms on the left are carpenter Wang Dageng's.
Home, now there is an iron general hanging on the door.
In fact, last night, Yang Jun was planning his future life. According to the treatment of his military-to-government cadres, the factory would definitely allocate him a house, but he knew that the houses allocated by his unit were all pigeon houses.
