It’s a Bit Early To Cross - Chapter 7 first advent

When passing by Widow Qin, Chu Heng couldn't help but glance at her.

These girls don't get along well.

In the TV series, for the sake of a few bites to eat, this one can hug that one can hug, the foolish Zhu kindly helped her family, and she didn't take any advantage of it. She was still trying to stop her when she was looking for a partner.

Don't let people find a partner. If she can't get on her own, she just stretches people's house and doesn't allow her to touch her. She will get the salary and the house will be slept in. She will not get married until she is very soon after menopause.

If it wasn't for Lou Xiao'e's affair, the silly Zhu would have become extinct!

Isn't this just bullying honest people?

In Chu Heng's heart, Widow Qin had already been labeled as a scheming bitch. If she couldn't make friends, it was best to stay away from her.

"Hurry up!" Silly Zhu suddenly grabbed him, pulled him into the room, closed the door with force, and then rummaged through the cabinets to find snacks.

Chu Heng walked to the table with the wine and sat down, took out his cigarette, lit it, and smoked it leisurely.

"The dish is broken!"

After looking for it for a while, silly Zhu slapped his thigh suddenly, and said angrily, "My peanuts will be stolen by that boy Bang Keng."

"Stealing is not a good habit, you have to take care of it."

Chu Heng ordered him casually, shook the wine in his hand, and said helplessly, "Then our brothers do it?"

"Drinking with my cook, can you do it? Wouldn't that slap me in the face?" Silly Zhu smiled mysteriously, patted his chest and assured: "Wait, my brother will get you some food and drink, I'm not satisfied. You hit me."

As he spoke, he ran out the door, and came back with a cabbage in his arms after a while.

Chu Heng blinked, pointed at the cabbage and said, "I said, Brother Zhuzi, are you planning to use the cabbage to help you fool me? No, I'll go home and get some bacon."

"Just wait and see." Silly Zhu waved his hand, walked to the cutting board with the cabbage in his arms, picked up the kitchen knife and began to pick it up.

He removed the leaves of a whole cabbage and left it to help, and then cut the cabbage into chopsticks thick, neatly placed it on a porcelain plate, and immediately poured soy sauce, vinegar, chili oil, and a small amount of unknown black ink. Powder, this dish is done.

"Try the Bai Yujing that my brother made for you." Silly Zhu confidently put the plate on the table and handed the chopsticks and wine glass to Chu Heng.

"I won't do it if it doesn't taste good." Chu Heng didn't rush to use his chopsticks. He opened the wine first, poured a glass for himself and Shazhu respectively, and then took a cabbage strip from the plate and put it on the plate. Into his mouth, after chewing a few mouthfuls, his eyes lit up.

The taste of this cabbage strip is very crunchy, sour and spicy, very appetizing. If you chew it carefully, you can also taste an unforgettable fragrance, which is very suitable for snacks.

"How is it, didn't you spoil your Daqu bar?" Silly Zhu proudly took a bite, raised his glass and said, "Let's go."

Chu Heng touched him a cup, took a small sip, and gave him a thumbs up: "Brother Zhuzi is really good at cooking, an ordinary cabbage gangster, just let you make delicious food, I'm here today. It's a long experience."

"Where is this going? Brother, I have a lot of skills." Silly Zhu froze.

"Let's go one more time." Chu Heng raised his cup with a smile.

The two bachelors exchanged cups, bragging, and a bottle of wine soon bottomed out.

Silly Zhu has nothing to do with it, but Chu Heng, who drank some wine at Chu Jianshe's house, was a little drunk.

Under the teasing of Silly Zhu, he swayed away with the empty wine bottle, and fell asleep when he got home.

At night, he had a strange dream.

He will return to the modern day, fly planes, yachts, and young models every day, and then go back to the 1960s, eat bran every day, and have Widow Qin and his family on the back of his butt.

Chu Heng was awakened suddenly.

He rubbed his swollen head, turned on the light in the dark, checked the time, it was already five in the morning.

"It's a mistake to drink." He sighed deeply, got up and put on his clothes. Last night he slept in a hurry and forgot to turn off the fire on the stove. At this moment, the house was like an ice cellar, and there was naturally no warm water.

Chu Heng scooped some ice-cold cold water from the water tank, washed his face indiscriminately, and hurried out on his bicycle without making breakfast.

According to the original plan, he wanted to get up at four o'clock and go to Deshengmen, where there is a pigeon market, and people from the surrounding countryside often come to sell some things that the family can't bear to use. Usually the market opens at five o'clock. , leave around seven o'clock, and there will be people selling things after that, but it's not as rich as before seven o'clock.

Chu Heng hurried all the way, and it took almost half an hour to get there.

At this time, the sky was just getting brighter, and people could vaguely see figures shaking in the market. Some people were carrying lanterns, some people were holding flashlights, and they were walking through the star-studded market.

Like a hundred ghosts walking at night.

Chu Heng found a place where no one was around, put the bicycle in the space warehouse, took out a scarf to surround his face, only showing a pair of bright and dark eyes, and walked into the market with a flashlight.

Before he could reach the first booth, a man who also wrapped himself tightly greeted him and asked in a low voice, "Comrade, do you want a ticket?"

Chu Heng looked at him and asked in a low voice, "What kind of tickets do you have? How much?"

"All tickets are available, what do you want?" The man said to himself.

"Food stamps, meat stamps." Chu Heng said two kinds at random.

"20 cents for coarse grain, 30 cents for fine grain, and 80 cents for meat, how much do you want?" the man asked.

"Too expensive." Chu Heng shook his head and walked past the man to a booth not far away.

The man didn't keep it either. He didn't have to worry about selling the tickets in his hand.

Chu Heng took a few steps to the booth. The owner of the booth was an old woman in her fifties, with dark skin and gray hair. She was wearing a flower jacket, which was densely covered with patches, and there were holes in some places. If you look closely, you can see the grass leaves inside.

What she sells is very simple, only a basket of eggs and two big skinny roosters.

"How to sell it?" Chu Heng crouched down and touched the wilted cock.

"An egg is one cent and a rooster is one and two." The old woman shivered as she folded her hands into her sleeves, her lips turning white from the cold.

Chu Heng nodded, without rushing to buy, got up and continued to walk inside.

After a while he turned the whole market around.

The market sells a variety of things, such as chicken, fish, meat, eggs, rice, flour, grain and oil. There are even people selling old clothes and old shoes. He also saw a few people selling pine nuts, chestnuts and other mountain goods.

After learning about the market situation, Chu Heng finally made his move.

He found the old woman he had seen before, bought 30 eggs and two roosters in her hands, cost him five yuan and seven, and bought a pound of pork from another stall, because the fat meat was picked. Go, the rest are thin, and the stall owner sells it very cheaply, only one dollar.

With the things he bought, Chu Heng hurriedly left the market, found a corner with no one, and plunged into the warehouse space.