After entering the warehouse, Chu Heng fell into silence.
He squatted on the ground, looking at the two big roosters standing there as if they had been cast a restraining spell, and murmured suspiciously: "Are they dead? Can't live animals be placed in the warehouse?"
After thinking for a while, he picked up the two big roosters and left the warehouse.
As soon as they arrived outside, the two roosters came to life, flapping their wings and wriggling wildly.
Seeing this, Chu Heng's heart moved and he made a bold guess.
Most likely, time stands still in the warehouse!
After pondering for a while, Chu Heng was ready to do an experiment. He took the rooster into the warehouse again, put the meat he bought before and the rooster that had been erect again in the corner, and prepared to wait for a while to see if it would deteriorate or die.
Immediately, he found the cloth bag and wine bottle that he had put inside before, packed thirty kilograms of stick noodles, ten kilograms of rice, ten kilograms of white flour, and one kilogram of soybean oil, and returned outside.
The best thing sold in the market was whole grains, so he packed more. Some people bought rice, white flour, and oil, but they were very few, so he took less.
Chu Heng is 1.8 meters tall and very strong. It takes no effort to hold this thing.
Jogging all the way, he soon returned to the market. He didn't walk too far, found an open space nearby and squatted down to set up a stall.
He didn't yell, he lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly, quietly waiting for someone to ask about the price.
These days, food is in short supply, so there is no need to worry about selling it.
Before he finished smoking a cigarette, a middle-aged man in clean clothes came up to him, pointed at the stick noodles and asked: "How to sell them?"
"Twenty-five cents, I'm the cheapest in the market." Chu Heng puffed out the cigarette with a smile and patted the bag: "But it's not retail, it's thirty kilograms, so you can just take it away together."
The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly took out a dusty cloth bag from his handbag and pulled it open without making any calculations: "I want it all, put it in it for me."
"Money first, goods later, that's the rule." Chu Heng rolled his eyes at him and didn't move.
"I'm anxious." The middle-aged man smiled awkwardly, quickly took out the money from his pocket, ordered a few cards and handed them over: "Seven dollars and fifty cents, you count."
Chu Heng took it and counted it once. After confirming that it was correct, he lifted up the grain bag and folded the stick noodles inside into the middle-aged man's bag.
The middle-aged man held it in his hand and shook it. He felt that the weight was about the same and nodded with satisfaction. He did not leave immediately. After hesitating for a while, he pointed at the bottle of soybean oil and asked, "What oil is this and how much does it cost?"
"Soybean oil, one yuan and a half, this bottle weighs a pound." Chu Heng said with a smile.
"Would you like a dollar and a half for the bottle?" the middle-aged man asked.
Chu Heng shook his head: "One dollar and six, no price difference."
"Sure." The man didn't hesitate, just handed over the money and left.
In just a short period of time, he earned more than eight yuan, which was more than a worker's salary for several days, and this was only a drop in the bucket of the supplies in his warehouse.
Chu Heng happily put the money away and continued to wait for people to come to the door.
Not long after, an old man wearing a double-breasted coat stopped in front of him and asked in a low voice: "How do you sell this?"
"The rice is high-quality rice, and the white flour is Fuqiang powder. They are all 45 cents a pound, and a bag is ten pounds. They are not sold retailly." Chu Heng replied with a yawn.
"install."
Without saying a word, the old man handed over ten dollars and two cloth bags.
"Please wait."
Chu Heng quickly collected the change, folded the grain into the old man's bag, patted his butt and left.
After a while, he came over again with a few bags and continued to set up a stall, but this time they were all grains, not cooking oil, and no bottles.
After doing this for several times, by the time it was nearly seven o'clock, he had earned sixty-six and a half yuan, which was more than his monthly salary!
Seeing that the time was almost up, Chu Heng stopped fussing. He took the money and walked around the market. He spent four yuan to buy some peanuts, melon seeds and wild products, and spent ten yuan to buy some in-demand tickets from a ticket seller.
Only then did he ride his bicycle back with satisfaction.
When he passed a breakfast stall on the road, he bought two sesame sesame pancakes, which cost two cents each. They were crispy and fragrant.
When we arrived at the grain store, the store was not open yet, and a large lock locked the two heavy and thick solid wood doors together.
Chu Heng stood at the door and smoked a cigarette, then turned and walked towards the non-staple food store not far away.
Now that he has money and tickets, instead of letting them sit in a warehouse and gathering dust, he might as well store them in real objects so that he won't be blinded when he uses them.
At this time, there was already a long queue in front of the non-staple food store. People got up early to buy meat. The cooking oil rations in each store were too small, so at this time people like to buy fat meat and go back to make meat oil. If they want to buy fat meat,
You have to come early to queue up, otherwise only the lean meat will be left.
When Chu Heng saw this scene, he immediately stopped in his tracks. He could buy things at any time, so there was no need to squeeze in with them.
But he didn't go back. Instead, he grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the warehouse and stood aside looking lively.
There were two old women in their forties. I don't know if they got up early and got angry or something else, but they stumbled over a few words and started fighting.
They scratched their faces, pulled out their hair, pinched their breasts, and in the end they hugged each other and covered the ground, which made people stunned.
None of the gentlemen would fight like this!
Too cruel!
However, the two of them did not fight for long, and were soon pulled aside by their neighbors and friends, much to the disappointment of Chu Heng, who was watching with great interest.
You haven't even taken off your clothes yet, why are you trying to start a fight?
Do you owe it or not?
Fortunately, although the fighting stopped here, the fighting started again in other places!
A young man was buying meat, and the pork guy who sold the meat seemed to have some quarrel with him. He cut half a catty of blood neck meat for someone, but the young man naturally refused and started fighting with his fists.
Fortunately, both of them were very restrained and did not use the butcher's knife, otherwise this matter would have been serious.
But the scene was quite big. Both of them were covered in blood, and they didn’t know whether it was their own or the pig’s.
Chu Heng ate melon for a while. Seeing that it was almost time to go to work, he turned back to the grain store.
He didn't sleep well last night, and he got up too early today. After finishing his morning work, he fell asleep on the table.
It was almost noon before Director Lian woke him up.
"Wake up, hey!"
Chu Heng opened his eyes in confusion and looked blankly at Old Man Lian standing in front of him holding a lunch box, a little confused: "Huh?"
"Ah what? Are you confused? It's time to eat. Bring your lunch box and I'll heat it up for you." Director Lian slapped him on the back of the head and said angrily: "Every day, I
This old man still has to serve you, I really don’t know who among us is the director."
Chu Heng finally woke up and quickly took the side bucket to find a lunch box. He then remembered that there was no fire in his house today and no cooking at all, so he said to the old man: "I forgot to bring some food today. Let's go to a restaurant at noon."
Go, let me treat you."
"I'm looking at you for being such a slut, and I'm going to eat in a restaurant. Is your salary enough for you?" Director Lian suddenly puffed up his beard and stared, put down the lunch box in his hand, and was ready to give a lecture to let him know what hardship and simplicity are.
traditional virtues.
Seeing this, Chu Heng quickly stopped him: "Don't give me lessons, otherwise our restaurant will be gone today!"
As soon as the words came to his lips, the old man swallowed them back, glanced at him, turned around and sat down, humming: "Okay, I'll give you a meal today, and I won't punish you for sleeping in the morning."
Chu Heng couldn't help laughing and said: "You are bending the law for personal gain. Aren't you afraid that I will expose you?"
"You can sue wherever you like. What do you have to worry about as soon as I retire?" Old Lian raised his head stubbornly.
