It’s a Bit Early To Cross - Chapter 8 Little money, really sweet

Entering the warehouse, Chu Heng fell silent.

He squatted on the ground, looked at the two big roosters that seemed to have been immobilized on the ground, and murmured suspiciously: "Is this dead? Can't live animals be placed in the warehouse?"

After thinking for a while, he picked up two big roosters and left the warehouse.

As soon as they got outside, the two roosters came alive, flapping their wings and twisting randomly.

Seeing this, Chu Heng's heart moved, and he had a bold guess.

Most likely, time in the warehouse stands still!

After pondering for a while, Chu Heng was about to do an experiment. He brought the rooster into the warehouse again, and put the meat he bought before and the rooster that was corpse again in the corner, ready to see if it would deteriorate or die after a while.

Immediately, he found the cloth bag and wine bottle that he had put inside, filled with 30 catties of stick noodles, 10 catties of rice, 10 catties of white noodles, and 1 catty of soybean oil, and went back outside.

The best products in the market are coarse grains, so he packed more. Some people also bought rice, white flour, and oil, but they were very few, so he took less.

Chu Heng was 1.8 meters tall, and was very strong. He didn't have much effort to hold this thing.

After trotting all the way, he soon returned to the market. He didn't go too far. He found a nearby open space and squatted down to set up a stall.

He didn't shout, he lit a cigarette and smoked slowly, quietly waiting for someone to ask the price.

These days, food is in short supply, so there is no need to worry about selling it.

Before he had finished smoking a cigarette, a middle-aged man in clean clothes came up to him, pointed to the stick face and asked, "How to sell it?"

"Twenty-five cents, I'm the cheapest in the whole market." Chu Heng breathed out his cigarette with a smile, and patted the bag, "But it's not retail. It's a full thirty pounds. If you want it, you can take it with you."

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, but he didn't make any bids. He hurriedly took out a gray cloth bag from his carry-on bag and tore it open: "I want it all, put it on for me."

"Money first, then goods, that's the rule." Chu Heng rolled his eyes at him and didn't move.

"I'm in a hurry." The middle-aged man smiled awkwardly, took out the money from his pocket, ordered a few and handed it over: "Seven yuan and fifty cents, count them."

Chu Heng took it over and counted it. After confirming it was correct, he lifted the grain bag and folded the stick noodles inside into the middle-aged man's bag.

The middle-aged man shook it in his hand, feeling about the same weight, and nodded in satisfaction. He didn't leave immediately. After hesitating for a while, he pointed to the bottle of soybean oil and asked, "What oil is this and how much is it?"

"Soybean oil, five pieces per piece, this bottle is a full kilogram." Chu Heng said with a smile.

"Together with the bottle, will I give you a piece of fifty-five cents?" the middle-aged man asked.

Chu Heng shook his head: "One piece for six, it's not worth the price."

"It's done." The man didn't hesitate, paid the money and left.

In such a short period of time, he earned more than eight yuan, which was a worker's salary for several days, and this was only a drop in the amount of materials in his warehouse.

Chu Heng happily put the money away and continued to wait for someone to come to the door.

Not long after, an old man wearing a pair of jackets stopped in front of him and asked in a low voice, "How did you sell this?"

"The rice is high-quality rice, and the white flour is Fuqiang powder. It's all 40.51 jin, a bag of 10 jin. It's not for retail sale." Chu Heng replied with a yawn.

"install."

Without saying a word, the old man handed him ten dollars and two cloth bags.

"Please wait."

Chu Heng quickly collected the money and changed it, folded the grain into the old man's bag, patted his **** and left.

After a while, he brought a few more bags and continued to set up the stall, but this time it was all grain, and he didn't bring any cooking oil or bottles.

After going through this for a few times, by the time it was nearly seven o'clock, he had already earned sixty-six yuan and five, which was higher than his monthly salary!

Seeing that the time was almost up, Chu Heng didn't continue to wander. He took the money and strolled around the market. He spent four yuan to buy some peanuts, melon seeds and mountain goods, and another ten yuan to find some tight tickets from a ticket dealer.

Then he rode his bicycle back contentedly.

When he passed the breakfast stall on the way, he bought two sesame sesame biscuits, each for two cents, crispy and fragrant.

When I came to the grain store, the shop had not yet opened, and a large lock fastened 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 eating ashes in the warehouse, it is better to store them in real objects and catch them blind when they need them.

At this time, there were already long queues at the entrance of the non-staple food store. They all got up early to buy meat. The amount of edible oil in each store was too small, so at this time, people liked to buy fatty meat and go back to refining the meat oil, but if they wanted to buy fatty meat, You have to come to line up early, and only lean meat will be left later.

Seeing this scene, Chu Heng stopped immediately. You can buy things anytime, so there is no need to squeeze 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 women in their forties. I don't know if they got up early and got angry or something. They stumbled over a few words and started fighting.

Scratching his face, pinching his hair, pinching his boobs, and finally hugging each other all over the ground, making people stunned.

The gentlemen didn't fight like that!

Too brutal!

But the two of them didn't fight for long, and they were quickly pulled aside by their neighbors and friends, disappointing Chu Hengda, who was watching with great interest.

You haven't taken off your clothes yet. What are you running to pull?

Do you owe it?

The good thing is that although the fight is no longer here, other places are doing it again!

A young man buys meat, and the porker who sells meat seems to have something to do with him, so he cuts half a catty of **** neck meat.

Fortunately, the two of them were quite restrained and didn't use the butcher's knife, otherwise the matter would be a big deal.

However, the scene was quite big. Both of them had blood stabbings on their bodies, and they didn't know if it was their own or a pig's.

Chu Heng ate the melon for a while, and seeing that it was almost time for work, he turned around and went back to the grain store.

He didn't sleep well last night, and he woke up too early today. After finishing the morning's work, he fell asleep on the table.

It wasn't until noon that Director Lian woke him up.

"Wake up, hey!"

Chu Heng opened his eyes in confusion, staring blankly at the old man Lian who was standing in front of him with a lunch box, a little confused: "Huh?"

"Ah what, are you sleepy? It's time to eat, bring your lunch box, and I'll warm it up for you." Director Lian slapped him on the back of the head and said angrily, "This day, I This old man still has to serve you, I really don't know who we are the director."

Only then did Chu Heng wake up, he quickly took the sidecar to look for the lunch box, and immediately remembered that his house didn't start a fire today, and he didn't cook at all, so he said to the old man: "I forgot to bring food today, let's go to the restaurant at noon. Go, I'll treat you."

"I'm showing you a sassy bag, and going to a restaurant. Is your salary enough for you?" Director Lian immediately blew his beard and stared, put down the lunch box in his hand, and prepared to preach and teach him to let him know what hardship and simplicity are. traditional virtues.

Seeing this, Chu Heng hurriedly stopped: "Don't give me a class, or we'll be out of this restaurant today!"

As soon as the words reached his lips, even the old man swallowed it back, gave him a sideways glance, turned and sat down, humming, "Okay, I'll eat you for a while today, and I won't punish you for sleeping in the morning."

Chu Heng couldn't help laughing, and said stinkingly, "You are bent on favoritism, aren't you afraid that I will expose you?"

"Where can I sue where I love, what is the old man afraid of when I'm about to retire?" The old man raised his head stubbornly.