Zhou Jimin and his younger brothers and sisters sat around the dining table, holding a big snow-white steamed bun in one hand and pork and cabbage in the other, eating deliciously.
Outside the door, other children in the yard swallowed hard as they smelled the aroma of pork.
The adults told them to go back to their homes, but these children turned a deaf ear.
There was no breakfast to eat when I got home, so if I stayed here, maybe the Zhou family would be soft-hearted and reward them with a piece of meat.
It's a pity that they thought too much.
The five children in Lao Zhou’s family are all rice-making machines.
After breakfast, the two brothers fed the chickens, the second sister did the laundry, and the little goldfish ran out to play with her friends.
Zhou Jimin left the courtyard with a military green satchel.
"Brother, where are you going? Can you take me with you?"
As soon as he walked out of the front yard, the little goldfish shouted loudly and ran over on his short legs.
Behind her, there were several little kids of the same age as her, and they all followed her.
"Stay at home, I'm going out to do things. I'm not suitable to take you with me, so go quickly."
"Oh, okay, big brother."
Zhou Shumin was disappointed and a little aggrieved, and stared blankly at her elder brother's retreating back.
However, the little kid's emotions come and go quickly.
After a while, I started playing skipping with my friends, laughing and joking. Is there any grievance at all?
Walking on the streets of the capital, Zhou Jimin was filled with emotion.
The country is about as old as the fourth child. Faced with foreign blockades, everyone is willing to cut down on clothing and diet to tide over the difficulties together.
Therefore, most of the people on the street are thin people carrying dishes.
These days, it’s not that difficult to see a fat man.
It took more than half an hour to arrive near Dongzhimen. Zhou Jimin found an empty alley and went in.
Today is Sunday, no need to go to work.
There must be a lot of people in the nearby Pigeon City.
Although the relevant departments are investigating the pigeon market, in this era, it is not too strict.
Wait until next year when the three-year famine begins and it will be very serious.
Therefore, although everyone is short of food and clothing, many people are not short of money.
Where there is demand, there will be a market. Even though it is chased and surrounded, it is still like a spark that can start a prairie fire.
Especially in this era of large numbers of people and powerful forces, many families start with three children. It is too common for Lao Zhou's family to have five children.
The more people there are, the greater the demand.
This has created the prosperity of Pigeon City.
In the alley, Zhou Jimin suddenly disappeared.
In a space, Zhou Jimin suddenly appeared.
The origin of the space here is unknown, but the things in the space make Zhou Jimin happy and distressed.
Not long after traveling to this parallel time and space, he discovered this space.
The space is neither big nor small, because this is a warehouse, the warehouse of his old employer in the original time and space.
The old club is Walma, a large shopping mall in the United States.
The warehouse has three floors, with each floor covering more than 4,000 square meters. The entire space is in a static state, but water and electricity are still in normal use.
Logically speaking, in this era of scarce supplies, he should be very happy to have a huge warehouse.
But most of the things in this warehouse space cannot be taken out and used.
Even when you eat meat, you have to be careful.
Therefore, he needs to take risks in Pigeon City, find a way to make money, change some funds, and change a place to live.
If he had been living in a courtyard house, he and his four younger brothers and sisters would never have been able to live in vain.
In addition, in addition to finding a detached house, I also need to find a better and easier job.
In this era, workers are the most glorious status. In addition, cadres are the status that everyone respects.
The second uncle who lives in the backyard of the courtyard is a complete fan of officials, and he pursues the status of a cadre until death.
Zhou Jimin has already thought about the next step, which is to take the college entrance examination next year and become a college student. After graduation, he can become a glorious cadre.
To be honest, if possible, he would still like to live in that era of later generations.
It's just a pity that I really can't go back.
I dug out cosmetics from the warehouse, applied them on my face, and took a look in the mirror.
Put on a navy blue suit, put on plain glasses, and then left the warehouse space.
In fact, good eyesight is also one of his gains after traveling through time.
One of the mid-life crises is vision loss. Wearing thick glasses, the bridge of the nose is collapsed, making life very inconvenient.
Putting his bulging satchel in front of him, Zhou Jimin walked into the pigeon market.
"Brother, do you have a ticket?"
Not long after he left, a young man shorter than him came over.
"No, do you have it?"
"Yes, brother, what tickets do you want?"
"Are there bicycle tickets? Are there meat tickets?"
In fact, there are bicycles in the warehouse space, but Zhou Jimin dare not take them out and use them.
Because the bicycles in the warehouse are very beautiful, most of them are mountain bikes, but they don’t have the 28-inch bars that are popular in this era.
"Yes, how many kilograms of meat tickets do you want? How many bicycle tickets do you want?"
What a nice tone!
Zhou Jimin looked at the other person, then looked around, and said softly: "Do you have a certificate for the bicycle ticket?"
A bicycle ticket without a certificate is a natural target, and he will not expose this flaw.
Because this is the time and space of the Qingman Courtyard, and with the extremely calculating Third Master, the door god, Zhou Jimin has to be careful.
"This is a bit troublesome. You have to pay extra. How about fifty-five yuan a ticket?"
Normally, a bicycle ticket costs only fifty yuan, but now it costs five yuan more.
Damn it, the price is so high.
However, Zhou Jimin had no choice. Who told him to need a bicycle?
In an era when cars were owned by the public, a bicycle attracted as much attention as the Ferrari of later generations.
Even from the perspective of the number of attention salutes, the bicycle is more awesome than the Ferrari.
"Do you have any second-hand bicycles for sale here?"
After thinking for a while, Zhou Jimin suddenly asked.
A first-hand bicycle is so new that it requires 130 yuan in cash and a bicycle ticket. In total, it costs 185 yuan.
This is no small sum.
"Yes, 90% new is 125 yuan, 80% new is 120 yuan, no votes required."
The young man licked his tongue, eager to close the deal.
"What about proof?"
"How about five more dollars?"
"It's expensive, just two yuan."
Seeing that the other party still wanted to talk, Zhou Jimin was the first to say:
"That's it. By the way, how many meat tickets do you have? I want them all."
The young man opposite was completely overwhelmed by Zhou Jimin.
After a long while, he said: "Brother, you are really awesome. Okay, then it's settled."