When Chu Heng returned to the courtyard, the sky was dark and dark.
As soon as he took out the key and prepared to unlock the door and enter the house, there were screams from the courtyard.
The sound was shrill and shrill, like a cuckoo crying for blood.
The guy immediately became excited, put away the keys and ran to the middle courtyard, lying at the door of the courtyard and looking in.
I saw the second uncle Liu Haizhong, holding an ancestral cane, chasing his two sons Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu all over the yard, causing a lot of noise.
The beating was so severe that if you caught one, you would hit him all over the face. It was not finished until there was blood. It was like beating an enemy.
It really makes people sad when they hear it, and sheds tears when they see it.
Chu Heng curiously inquired with other neighbors and understood the cause of the farce.
It's all the fault of that broken radio.
After the second uncle took the radio back, he was so precious that no one was allowed to touch it, not even his wife.
When he went out for a walk in the evening, brothers Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu opened it and listened, but they were caught by the second uncle and received a good beating.
"This family is really interesting." Chu Heng couldn't laugh or cry.
Meeting such a cruel and ruthless man, it is not easy for the children of the Liu family to survive until now.
This second uncle is quite capable. His own son is not as valuable as a broken radio. I don’t blame him for not supporting him in his old age in the future.
Chu Heng watched the excitement for a long time. It wasn't until the martial arts event ceased that he left without feeling satisfied.
After arriving home, he added some coal to the stove and turned on the radio. Under the dim light, he sat by the stove alone, with his back slightly hunched over, drinking red dates and honey tea in sips, his empty eyes in trance.
looking out the window.
It feels very desolate.
After a while, Chu sighed quietly, feeling a little sad in his heart.
I think he is a dignified twenty-fourth-level cadre, with more than a thousand yuan in cash in his bag, and a handsome guy, but he doesn't even have anyone to warm him to.
What's the point?
At a certain moment, Chu Heng suddenly felt that he looked like a frog.
Solitary, solitary, solitary.
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The next day.
It snowed again in Sijiucheng.
Snowflakes as big as goose feathers were whizzed by the cold wind, like knives.
Chu Heng got up in the dark and skillfully changed into a pair of trousers, ran to the door and took a few glances, slammed the door with a bang, lit a fire on the stove, got into bed and went to sleep.
Even if you set up a stall in such bad weather, no one would want to come.
He slept until ten o'clock in the morning, and then he got out of bed. The snow was still falling outside, and it was getting worse. The snow was already so deep that it was almost bending one's legs.
Chu Heng reluctantly got dressed, took some toilet paper that could be used as sandpaper, and ran to the public toilet.
In less than two minutes, he quickly resolved the fight and fled back to the house in panic.
It was so windy outside that the flakes of snow hurt my eggs.
You shouldn’t go out on this day. How comfortable would it be to cook a hot pot and drink some wine at home?
Thinking of hot pot, this guy immediately got excited.
He wiped his body and plunged into the warehouse, and after a while he brought out a lot of ingredients.
Lamb, vermicelli, potatoes, mushrooms, fungus, day lily, tofu, luncheon meat, and the essential soul seasoning, sesame sauce and chive flowers.
He was still not satisfied with this and regretted not buying some fermented bean curd to prepare.
What followed was another round of busy work. It took him less than half an hour to put all the ingredients together, and then he squatted down beside the casserole on the stove and started eating.
It's freezing outside, but it's hot inside.
Various ingredients were tossed over and over in the boiling water, and the steam and the strong aroma of food filled the whole room.
After eating and drinking to his heart's content for a while, the guy started sighing again.
He prepared such a large amount of ingredients that could be considered a luxury in this era, but there was no audience watching him show off.
It's like you get five kills and your teammates don't call you 666, and you buy Phaeton but no one notices.
After all, I lacked some sense of accomplishment.
Chu Heng drank the Moutai in the cup without any taste, and after draining the contents of the pot, he hastily cleaned up the mess.
Then he started to boil water again and moved out the big wooden basin at home to prepare for washing clothes.
He has never washed his clothes once in time and has accumulated a lot of them. Moreover, his underwear is not clean anymore. If he doesn't wash it, he won't change it.
Dirty clothes, smelly socks, sheets, quilts, and underpants were all piled up in front of him like a hill, which made him sigh.
It was not until four o'clock in the afternoon that he finished washing the pile of things.
It's still snowing outside, so it's not easy to dry clothes.
This guy dug out all kinds of ropes and hung several in the inner and outer rooms, leaving wet clothes everywhere, like a ghost movie scene.
By the time everything was done smoothly, he was exhausted.
He didn't bother to bother with dinner, so he simmered together the leftover ingredients from the morning and made a pot of stew. After finishing the meal in a hurry, he got into bed and went to sleep.
Four o'clock the next day.
Chu Heng got up on time and touched his crotch. It was very dry, which made him smile.
Seeing that the snow outside had stopped, he hurriedly pushed his bicycle out of the house.
People who were stuck at home yesterday must be extremely hungry. Today is a good day for doing business.
The snow was deep and the road was difficult, making it impossible to ride a bicycle. However, this could not stop Chu Heng from yearning for small money.
He hurried to the pigeon market, one foot at a time, one foot at a time and one foot at a time. When he got there, he was already exhausted and sweating profusely.
The market was full of people, with more people buying and less selling. Many people were holding money in circles, unable to spend it.
It’s a seller’s market these days, and many stall owners didn’t come because the roads were bad. Anyway, the items they have are in short supply and they can still be sold tomorrow.
But buyers are having trouble, their families are running out of food, and they will starve if they can't buy anything.
As soon as Chu Heng appeared in front of people with grains, he was stopped and bought the grains before he even found a stall.
Good guy, it’s like you don’t want money, just hand it to him with money, even if you don’t sell it.
In less than a minute, even the oil can in his hand was empty!
This made Chu Heng so happy that he hurriedly went to pick up the goods from no one's place.
After busy selling until about seven o'clock, he had already earned more than 300 yuan, setting a new record high.
Enough to marry several village girls!
"Hey, I need to eat something good tonight." Chu Heng happily put away the stall, found a breakfast stall nearby, ate a few big meat buns, and ran back to Pigeon Market.
He doesn't have to go to work today, so he plans to set up more stalls. It's a bit cold, but it's better than going home and pretending to be a frog.
The Pigeon Market is indeed much deserted after seven o'clock.
The flow of people is decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he still has no worries about selling his things, but the sales speed is a little slower.
At almost nine o'clock, Chu Heng returned to the stall with the food he had just taken out.
An old man came to him, and his first words made him break out in a cold sweat.
