Attack Stream of Life

    In the afternoon, the man who accompanied him went back. Zhaoming is not going to go to the black market again. Although he still has some things, he has gone there four times in the morning, and it would be too embarrassing to go again.

    He didn't have that special letter of introduction, so he couldn't get into the hostel. What's more, if there is a letter of introduction, it's just a guest house, and you have to wait for a long time for the person in front to check out. There is no such thing. At this time, Zhaoming felt that he was out of tune with this world. He always felt that the hostel should not be like this. The attitude and service should be better.

    However, this is the case in guest houses all over the country, so it is his fault.

    The guest house can't live in it, but the illegal homestay next to it is ok. He just opened a room, which is a little smaller, and the single room is locked. He put the food in it, put it under the bed, and went out for a walk by himself.

    Anyway, it's okay to be idle at the moment, he just remembered one thing, he was looking for old books. The old books are usually in the waste collection station. Zhaoming thought, these are all coming to the county, and there is still one afternoon.

    The waste collection station in the county is located in a remote suburban area. The aunt was wearing a thick padded jacket and hat, revealing a round face full of blessings. Zhaoming saw so many service workers, and it was the first time he saw such a warm smile.

    "The young boy, are you looking for old books?" The aunt smiled, "There are also unused pencils."

    "Yeah, auntie. It would be great if there was a box, there is no place to put things." Seeing the service with a smile, Zhao Ming couldn't help but feel happy, and took out a handful of the door of the homestay from his arms Boiled chestnuts, "Auntie, do you want to eat chestnuts?"

    The chestnuts have been covered by him, and they are still hot, giving off a unique aroma of nuts.

    The aunt couldn't help but sniff, took a few embarrassedly, and covered them in her hands, "The wood is on the left side of the door, you can look for any boxes and cabinets that can be used, we are here It has been raining for the past two days, and many of the wood have been wet, so it is not worth buying at this time. If you are not afraid, there are still some wood in the waste paper, all of which are carved. When you go back, you can wipe the pattern with mud. It can also be used.”

    Zhaoming got these kind suggestions, and simply took out the chestnuts and a handful of five or six small walnuts in his pocket as snacks and gave them to the aunt, "Okay, I'll go in and look for it."

    Then the aunt opened the door and let go.

    Inside it is a very empty open-air venue, only the waste paper is covered, the others are exposed to sunlight, wind and rain. But it's not very messy. All kinds of disposal items are arranged by type. Here are the collected animal bones, as well as glass bottles and glass slag, some worn-out ceramic pots, various table and bench legs...

    The people these days are almost trash-free. Residents in the county eat meat, and the bones are stewed in soup, and they are not thrown away afterward. They can be disposed of to the waste collection station, and the bones can be ground into powder and added to the feed. Those broken glass bottles and used toothpaste skins also have their own places and are not discarded at will.

    Zhaoming looked for a while, but did not find any metal products, not copper or iron. The piles of porcelain are also very common broken porcelain, and occasionally a blue and white one is seen, which is also in a fragmented state.

    Zhao Ming is not going to look for old bowls either. He is a bit miraculous. He has used old objects from other people's homes, and he can feel other people's emotions, which is especially supernatural. Therefore, he only loves books for old objects. After so many years, the old books he has found are mostly pleasant emotions.

    He walked by, not knowing what he stepped on, the pile of broken ceramic pieces moved and rolled down a small multicolored pot the size of a fist, and there was a complete one not far away. The celadon tea bowl, the color looks like Ming celadon.

    Zhao Ming picked it up and looked at it. The shape of this small multicolored jar was a bit like the cricket jar he had seen before. The emotions conveyed above are very tolerant and heavy emotions like the sea, like elders caring for younger ones.

    He went to get that tea bowl, like an old thing of a person, he knew it when he touched it. Alas, I don't know where it came from. It used to be the owner's cherished thing, but now it is windy and rainy here. Zhaoming suddenly felt some pity, and put everything away.

    Zhao Ming went to the place where the waste paper was placed again, and there was a pile of wood in the deepest part, but the first thing he saw was not the wood with carved patterns, but the one with a corner exposed box. Zhaoming wondered why there was a box in a pile of wood. He pushed aside the debris on it and dragged the box out.

      and painting. But Zhaoming looked very familiar, he thought about it for a long time.

    Hi!

    Isn’t this the kind of medical box from the old doctor? Wei Dao is so familiar, his uncle next door is a Chinese medicine doctor.

    Zhao Ming opened the box a little curiously. It was divided into two layers, but it was empty. He knocked on the bottom and sides, but he didn't hear any empty memories. It was made of solid wood. The mood on it is very light, and no one has used it for at least 40 or 50 years.

    He put away the medical box, and found a Go board next to it. It looked small, heavy, and the surface was pitch black, and there was also no emotion transmitted. Strange, touched two things that have been unused for a long time?

    He doesn't have much research on wood, but he instinctively knows that the heavier wood may be more valuable for the same volume. Some big families are accustomed to using mahogany such as huanghuali to make furniture. The more extravagant ones even use lobular red sandalwood. Zhaoming has used red sandalwood objects, but they are not as heavy as they are. Is it really wood?

    Zhaoming went to the waste paper to look for it. He was expecting to find ancient books, paintings and the like, but after a while, he only found waste newspapers, old textbooks, used books and the like.

    He had an ominous premonition, wouldn't they all go into the incinerator?

    Alas, that's too outrageous!

    He searched again, but he couldn't find a single piece of old paper, how could there still be all these woods left, and none of those old books? Zhaoming was puzzled. After searching for a while, he found a pile of ink sticks in the corner. Most of them were square and rectangular, and there were also a few circles and ovals, all of which were printed with text and patterns, but at the moment they all looked like It was scattered on the ground like cinders.

    He put the ink sticks and china jars in the box, carried them on his back, and went to the door with them in his hands.

    The aunt took out a large scale, all of which weighed sixty-six kilograms. As for the contents of the box, they were directly charged a price of 1 yuan and 80 cents. This price is indeed not high. The ink sticks in the box are a dozen or so small.

    After putting things in the homestay, Zhaoming strolled around the commercial street in the county town.

      Durable woven fabrics and more. If there is still a child around, the number of times to give money will be more.

      Twist, if you don't buy it, you will roll around and cry.

    Those parents had blue veins on their foreheads, probably thinking outside and had to bear it, but when they paid for it, they were gnashing their teeth.

    Oh, go back and wait for the fried pork on the bamboo plate.

    Zhaoming also found sugar-fried chestnuts on the street. Small chestnuts and black pebbles rolled in the iron pot together. The master seemed to have practiced iron sand palms. The hot chestnuts just came out of the oven, Without changing his face, he grabbed a handful and put it in an oil-paper bag. He didn't need to weigh it, and he knew how many pounds and taels he weighed.

      When I saw the oily and shiny chestnuts in the big iron pot, the oily black skin was split open, revealing the flesh of honey-colored flesh, and I couldn't move my eyes.

      If there is a beautiful girl watching on the side, you will have to draw blood once, and you will weigh one or two pounds at a time. You have one grain and I will be one grain. While feeling distressed, you can't help but indulge in the aroma of delicious food.

    Zhao Ming also has chestnuts. The chestnuts are bigger than these, and they are sweet, but the boiled ones are not fragrant. He couldn't help standing on the side for a while, watching those people eat deliciously, and took out two corners from his pocket.

    The master grabbed a handful for him, Zhaoming counted them, there were more than ten, they were not big, and the price was really not cheap. He twisted a piece, bit the skin with his teeth, and peeled off the golden flesh completely.

    Ouch... yummy.

    Although it is small, it is sweet and glutinous.

    Zhao Ming instantly felt that the money was not wasted. While he was eating, he watched the master stir fry without blinking, stealing the master from the side.

    In addition to sugar-fried chestnuts, there are still some delicious food on the street, including fried twist, shortbread, lard cake, dragon beard cake, bean cake... If you eat all of them, I'm afraid I couldn't eat dinner, so Zhaoming packed some puff pastry mung bean cake and red bean sticky cake, thinking about taking it back and eating it slowly, anyway, it can be put on this day.

    The largest shopping mall in the county, the department store is located in the center of this street. The first floor sells daily necessities, and the second floor sells high-priced luxury goods. After the closure of foreign exchange vouchers, department stores are the most foreign-style shopping malls in the county. Generally, gold and silver can only be used for shopping when buying wedding items and during the New Year.

      When people say that there is no more, it is really useless to cry. Now everything is limited to limited purchases. I missed it this time and I may not know when it will be available next time.

    Zhao Ming took the cloth ticket and the money, and waited a while before he got in line. Standing at the counter was a young girl with two braids. Behind her is a bar with a lot of fabrics on it, but there are only a few colors, the rest are mostly black, blue, brown, and a few burgundy, red and pink materials, all of which are according to thickness According to the grades, guests are not allowed to touch or look closely.

    The girl lifted her eyelids and glanced at him, seeing a young and beautiful guy, still wearing a well-fitting woolen coat, finally turned her face over and showed a slight smile, "Serving the people, What material do you want, comrade? The cloth you just entered is all available."

    "Are there any suitable fabrics for shirts?"

    "Yes." The girl enthusiastically took a piece of white cloth and a piece of light blue cloth.

    Zhao Ming looked at it, "Can I get started?"

    The girl nodded, "Be careful not to get dirty."

      It adds up to fifteen dollars and sixty cents. Go back and ask the tailors in the village to make shirts, which are three or four yuan cheaper than ready-made clothes.

    He went to buy toothpaste, toothbrush, towel soap, etc., and also bought a bundle of tissue paper to wipe the bottom.

    The second floor sells high-priced items, such as tobacco and alcohol, cashmere blankets, glasses, pens, watches, electronic equipment and so on. With the money in Zhaoming's hand, he couldn't buy brown sugar after buying these things, so he just went up and walked around to find out the price of the watch that the father and son gave him by the surgeon. It was about 300 yuan, and it was half-old. Half off is also one hundred and fifty.

    Zhao Ming suddenly noticed the famous watches in the row of the foreign container, with a strange familiarity, as if he had once stood here and bought a watch. As if I had seen it in a dream, or seen it in a previous life.

    The adults said that some of the children still have memories from their previous lives. Could it be that he also has some memories from his previous life?

    "Buy or not? If you don't buy, let go, don't block."

    The snarky voice of the beautiful salesman woke Zhao Ming up.

    No money.

    Poverty is short-lived.

    Zhao Ming came down from the second floor in a disheartened manner.

    After spending a night fooling around in a small room with dirty quilts, Zhaoming got up from the hard bed with a sore back and found a little bug that didn't hibernate on the bedside. When there is an opportunity in the future, let's go to a better hostel.

    Today's share update, he can take it again.

    This is a very interesting place, there are many things in this hypermarket, the price is different, but they are all ten pounds. Taking sorghum rice is ten kilograms and taking wild ginseng is also ten kilograms. The oldest wild ginseng is a hundred years old.

    Zhaoming once took ten kilograms of ginseng in a frenzy, most of which were forty or fifty years old. He sold some pharmacies and got a few hundred yuan. He suddenly woke up and never did this again. silly thing. Now the remaining seven or eight pounds are still well wrapped in his old cotton jacket.

    Zhao Ming has a very big heart. He extended the rent for a day at the homestay, then left everything in it and drove to the sugar-making village by himself.

    It really is a larger sugar-making village. One-third of the land in the village is grown with sugar cane, so there is a lot of sugar left in the village. It's a pity that there are no discounts on brown sugar. People there know the goods and call it 'old brown sugar', which is slightly more expensive than brown sugar, so he didn't buy it.

    He came back in the afternoon and brought back ten pounds of brown sugar.

    Zhao Ming went to the farm with food and other things, gave everything they wanted, and then drove back to the village in the dark.

      The extra money he gave to each family, and some people did not buy brown sugar, but only sold food.

    The housewives have calculated that they have saved several hairs over and over again. It looks like a small amount of money, and it adds up, so there is no dissatisfaction.

    He came back in the middle of the night last night and took leave the next day. In fact, I didn't sleep much, the biological clock is here. Seeing that everyone was gone, he took out everything under his bed. There were many jars, all of which were wine, of which wine was the most, there were three jars, and he opened it and took a little taste.

    "Huh?" He has brewed many times in the virtual classroom and has almost 100% success, but the outside is different after all, there are many unexpected and variable factors.

    "This jar is sold."

    The winemaking depends on the season. Because of the temperature requirements of fermentation, Zhaoming will brew wine once a year, not using oak barrels, but local wine urns. Because each batch of grapes is different, the weather is also different, so each batch of wine has a different taste.

    Now what he wants to sell is the urn that is not very well brewed and is slightly sour. He opened it in glass bottles. These glass bottles had been saved in the past, scalded with boiling water, and had a rubber stopper that could hold two liters of wine.

      Grape juice with a sour taste.

    Zhao Ming left the village in the evening.

    He packed more than ten bottles, and he inevitably brought out the sweet and sour smell of some wine, mixed with the smell of alcohol that is perfect for alcoholics. This is the best advertisement.

    Zhao Ming hadn't reached Sanshiqiao yet, when out of the corner of his eye he saw a group of patrols passing by, he avoided the side, looked up, but met the leader's eyes.

    He hurriedly lowered his head, accelerated and walked forward, passing a second or two, Zhaoming looked back, but saw the young man also looking back at him. In the twilight of the twilight, the horizon line was red as fire, and his cold eyebrows suddenly relaxed softly, revealing a smile like a warm sun.

    Zhao Ming raised the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

    The man's smile became brighter and brighter, but with a little evil spirit about to play a prank, he walked quickly to Zhaoming, his eyes swept across the basket.

     "Young baby, go out for a walk at night?"

    "Huh?"