It’s a Bit Early To Cross

When Chu Heng returned to the courtyard, the sky was just numb and dark.

As soon as he took out his key and was about to unlock it and enter the house, there were bursts of miserable howls from the middle yard.

His voice was shrill, like a cuckoo crying for blood.

This guy was immediately excited, put away the key and ran to the middle courtyard, leaning on the door of the courtyard and looking in.

I saw Liu Haizhong, the second uncle, holding a pair of ancestral rattan, chasing the two sons Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu all over the yard, causing a lot of trouble.

The one to beat is called a ruthless one. If you catch one, you will slap your head and cover your face. If you don't see blood, it will not be finished. It's like beating an enemy.

It is really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who see it.

Chu Heng curiously asked other neighbors and understood the reason for 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 would touch it, not even his wife.

In the evening, when he was going out for a walk, Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu opened it up and listened to it.

"This family is really interesting." Chu Heng didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Meeting such a ruthless old man, it is not easy for the children of the Liu family to survive until now.

These two uncles are also good enough. His own son is not as valuable as a broken radio, so I don't blame others for not giving him old age in the future.

Chu Heng watched the excitement for a while, and he didn't leave until the all-martial arts had died down.

When he got home, he added some coal to the hearth, turned on the radio, and sat alone by the stove under the dim yellow light, hunched his back slightly, and drank the red dates and honey tea one by one, his empty eyes dazed. looking out the window.

It feels very desolate.

After a long while, someone from Chu sighed faintly, feeling a touch of sadness in his heart.

Think of him as a dignified 24th-level cadre, with more than 1,000 yuan in cash in his bag, and a handsome man, but he doesn't even have a warm bed.

Where's the reason?

At a certain moment, Chu Heng suddenly felt that he was very similar to a frog.

Lonely, lonely, lonely.

……

The next day.

It snowed again in Sijiucheng.

Snow flakes the size of goose feathers were wrapped in the cold wind and whistled past, like knives.

Chu Heng, who got up in the dark, skillfully changed into a pair of pants, ran to the door to take a look, slammed the door, lit the stove, got into the bed and went to sleep.

In this bad weather, there is still a fart stall, and even ghosts don't want to come.

He slept until ten o'clock in the morning, and this guy got up from the bed. The snow outside was still falling, and it was getting more and more intense. The snow was almost bending one's legs.

Chu Heng was reluctant to get dressed, so he took a few pieces of toilet paper that could be used as sandpaper and ran to the public toilet.

In less than two minutes, he quickly resolved the battle and fled back to the house in a hurry.

It was so windy outside that the snow flakes hurt.

You shouldn't go out on this day. How comfortable is it to cook a hot pot at home and drink some wine?

Thinking of hot pot, this fellow immediately got excited.

After wiping his body, he plunged into the warehouse with a forehead, and after a long time, he took out a lot of ingredients.

Lamb, vermicelli, potatoes, mushrooms, fungus, day lily, tofu, luncheon meat, and the essential soul seasoning, sesame paste and chive flowers.

He was still not satisfied with this, and regretted not buying some fermented bean curd.

Next, he was busy again. It took him less than half an hour to pack up all the ingredients, and then he squatted beside the casserole on the stove and started eating.

It was icy and snowy outside, and the house was hot.

A variety of ingredients were tossed and turned in the boiling water, and the curling water vapor and the strong aroma of food filled the whole room.

After eating and drinking for a while, this guy started to sigh again.

After getting so many ingredients that are considered extravagant in this era, there is not a single audience watching him pretending to be coercive, which is a bit of a fly in the ointment.

It's like if you get five kills, your teammates won't call you 666, but if you buy a Phaeton, no one finds out.

After all, there is a lack of a sense of achievement.

Chu Heng tastelessly drank the Maotai in the cup, and after scooping up the contents of the pot, he hurriedly cleaned up the mess.

Then he started to boil water again, and moved out of the big wooden tub at home to do laundry.

From time to time, he has never washed his clothes, and he has accumulated a huge pile of them, and his pants are not clean anymore.

Dirty clothes, smelly socks, sheets, quilts, and **** were piled up in front of him like a small mountain, making him sigh.

He didn't finish washing the pile of things until four o'clock in the afternoon.

It's still snowing outside, so it's not easy to hang clothes.

This guy pulled out all kinds of ropes, and hung several ropes inside and outside the house, so that there were wet clothes everywhere, just like a ghost movie scene.

When everything was done neatly, he was also exhausted.

He didn't bother to think about it for dinner either. He cooked a piece of leftover ingredients from the morning and made a mess of stew. After eating hastily, he burrowed into the 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, making him smile.

Seeing that the snow had stopped outside, he hurriedly pushed his bicycle out of the house.

The people who were blocked at home yesterday must be extremely hungry. Today is a good day to do business.

The snow is deep and the road is difficult~www.NovelMTL.com~ I can't ride a bike at all, but this can't stop Chu Heng's yearning for Xiao Qianqian.

He hurried to the pigeon market one step at a time, and by the time he got there, he was already tired and sweating profusely.

There are many people in the market. People who buy more and sell less. Many people are circling around with money, but they can't spend it.

These days it is a seller's market, and many stall owners don't come because the road is not good. Anyway, the things in their hands are in short supply, and they can still be sold tomorrow.

But the buyer can't do it. The family is about to run out of food. If they can't buy anything, they will starve.

As soon as Chu Heng appeared in front of the people carrying the food, he was stopped and bought the food before he could find a booth.

Good guy, it's like you don't want money, you just give 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 ran to pick up goods where no one else was.

After he was busy selling it at more than seven o'clock, he had already harvested more than 300 yuan, setting a new record high.

Enough to marry several village girls!

"Hey, I have 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 the pigeon market.

He doesn't have to go to work today. He plans to set up more booths. It's a bit colder, but it's better than going home and playing as a frog.

After seven o'clock, the pigeon market is indeed much deserted.

The flow of people is decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, but he still does not worry about selling his things, but the sales speed is a little slower.

At about nine o'clock, Chu Heng returned to the stall with the food he had just taken out.

An old man approached him, and the first sentence made him sweat.

"I know you, do you work in Sanliang Store?"