Siheyuan: How dare I mess with a man who is an expert in men's health?

When Cao Anping heard the shouting, he ran out of the alley.

But his body was quite weak, and many people surpassed him even though they were carrying bags.

When someone passed him, they turned around and smiled at him. Although the light was dim, Cao Anping was sure that these people were laughing at him. After all, those who were caught were the ones who ran slowly.

Cao Anping was very angry and vowed to exercise well.

However, those people were too happy too soon. There were police blocking the road ahead, holding guns in their hands and shouting, "Stop, don't move!"

The fastest runners in the front were all startled and could only raise their hands obediently.

The people behind saw people from all directions rushing into the alleys. Cao Anping also entered an alley, but he was not too panicked.

Take out your letter of introduction, identification and twenty dollars and put them in your pocket, and be prepared to be caught.

Cao Anping felt depressed as he watched people running faster than rabbits and quickly surpassing him. Even worse was the shouting of the police from behind, "Stop!"

Cao Anping looked back and saw that there were two people behind him who were almost approaching him, and the flashlight of the police was only fifty meters away.

He knew that his physical fitness was definitely not enough to outrun the last two people and the police officer.

It seems that my fellow Taoist will die rather than me. Even if I am prepared to be caught, that is the last resort.

The two people behind saw Cao Anping, quickened their pace and overtook him, and were happy that they were no longer at the end.

Suddenly, one of them seemed to be stabbed in the thigh and fell to the ground. The other man quickly reached out to help him and asked, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Cao Anping took advantage of the situation and ran all the way to the corner. He vaguely heard, "Dongxu, take the food and run fast. My legs seem to be cramping."

Cao Anping shook his head, thinking that he must have heard it wrong, or maybe they had the same name.

Otherwise, it couldn’t be Jia Dongxu from No. 95 Courtyard, after all, this place is quite far away from Nanluoguxiang.

......

After Cao Anping left the alley, he did not notice that the police were still chasing him.

After all, there are probably two hundred buyers and sellers in the black market, and there are probably only twenty or thirty police officers dispatched, so it is impossible to catch them all.

Moreover, most of them were ordinary people, so there was no need to shoot. They were mainly targeting merchants carrying goods.

Cao Anping found the direction of the guesthouse and left.

He didn't expect that going to the black market would be so full of twists and turns.

I made up my mind to move into Courtyard No. 95 as soon as possible, activate the lottery system, live a rich and idle life from then on, and never come to this black market again.

When I returned to the guesthouse, I looked at the clock in the lobby and it was already 2:30, and the staff on duty was sleeping soundly on the table.

He went into the room and fell asleep.

Cao Anping slept soundly, but two people were in a miserable state.

Jia Dongxu was squatting in the grass by the roadside, shivering with half a bag of corn flour in his hand. He ran too fast and fell, and half the bag of corn flour was scattered.

He didn't know what to do now. He had abandoned his master, and now he was going home alone, how could he explain himself?

And he seemed to be lost. After all, it was his first time in this black market.

Yi Zhonghai squatted in the detention room of the police station with a black face.

He originally thought that he was unlucky and had a cramp in his leg, but when he touched his thigh, he found a silver needle firmly inserted into the base of his thigh.

My legs are still numb now.

He must have been set up, because he was the only one running slowly next to him at that time.

Yi Zhonghai was furious, "Don't let me know who you are, or I'll be in trouble!"

Silver needles? Could he be a doctor?

......

The next day, Cao Anping woke up, packed up and checked out. It was almost eleven o'clock.

Cao Anping decided to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy all the usable tickets, after all, some tickets had an expiration date.

The most important thing was that he finally had food coupons, which allowed him to eat in restaurants.

If Xu Damao hadn't treated him to a meal yesterday, he would have only been able to eat the steamed buns made of two-grain flour in the space.

You don't know until you compare. Through last night's 'chase and escape operation', he knew that his physical fitness was too poor.

Therefore, you must exercise more and eat well in the future to keep up with nutrition.

When he arrived at a public-private joint venture restaurant, the waiter at the counter glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to sharpen his nails.

Tsk tsk tsk, Cao Anping thought, 'If I didn't have the Thirteen Needles of Ghosts and the system, I would definitely envy her, right?'

He is really too idle, probably because he has connections.

He took out a pound of meat coupons and a pound of fine grain coupons, handed them directly to the waiter, and said, "A pound of braised pork, a pound of steamed buns."

There is no such thing as pretending to be cool and then getting slapped in the face in this era, because you might get hit before you even start pretending.

The waiter didn't take the bill, and said unhappily with a curled lip: "We don't have braised pork. It's hard to get lean meat now, and you still want to eat fatty meat?"

See, even if he didn't pretend, he still got slapped in the face. Cao Anping had no choice but to ask, "What are the meat dishes?"

"There are also mutton, spare ribs, pig blood and pig offal. Mutton requires a ticket, but the others do not require a ticket."

Cao Anping's eyes lit up. Lamb and spare ribs were his favorites, but he didn't expect there would be a surprise.

People of this generation like fatty meat the most, but Cao Anping is just the opposite.

Cao Anping handed over the ticket again and said happily, "One portion of mutton, one portion of spareribs, one portion of pig's blood, and one pound of steamed buns. Please ask the chef to cook the dishes according to his specialty."

The waiter took the ticket and asked suspiciously, "Can you finish it? Don't waste it."

"If you can't finish it, you can take it away. There are people at home."

The waiter didn't say anything else. He calculated and said, "A total of two dollars and fifty cents."

After Cao Anping paid the bill, the waiter slowly took the order and went to the kitchen.

The dishes were served one after another. The mutton was fried, the spare ribs were cooked with radish in soup, and the pig's blood was braised with dried chilies.

They were all cooked well and the portions were quite filling. I think there was probably a pound of mutton. It was really a practical era.

The only thing that felt a bit disappointing was the ribs, which were real ribs with almost no meat.

Cao Anping couldn't eat anymore after eating half of it, so he spent an extra fifty cents and bought two large ceramic bowls to take away.

Carrying two bowls, he walked out of the house not far away, found an empty corner, and put the leftovers into the space.

After eating, I feel energetic and not cold anymore. I feel that this is the life that the protagonist should live.

When they arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative, it was Sunday, so there were quite a lot of people there, so Cao Anping walked around first.

A crowd of people gathered at the place where bicycles were sold, discussing things with envy.

A salesperson stood there, looking around vigilantly, and shouted, "Stay away, just look, don't touch."

Cao Anping also took a closer look and saw that they were basically 28-inch bicycles, with a small number of women's bicycles.

The admiration in the eyes of these people who looked at the cars was definitely much stronger than that of people who watched car shows in later generations.

After all, riding a bicycle nowadays can attract more attention than driving a BMW 7 Series in the future.

Cao Anping came to the watch counter again. The new watches mainly included Plum and Shanghai watches. He lost interest after taking a look at them because they looked a bit ugly. The key point was that he had neither tickets nor money.

However, a cabinet next to it attracted him. It was full of foreign brand watches, at least twenty of them, but no one was interested.

Cao Anping knew them all because his father in his previous life had collected many antique watches, and he even secretly took them out to show off.

There are Omega Seamaster, Rolex, Roman, Breguet, and even a Patek Philippe.

Cao Anping's eyes were sparkling with stars, and for a moment he even thought of using space to take it away.

But he suppressed the evil thoughts in an instant. After all, he still had some bottom line.

So I asked the salesperson, "How much are these watches?"

The salesperson was very positive when he saw someone asking about these foreign watches. He replied, "The cheapest is 180, and the most expensive is 260. Although these watches are old, they are in very good condition. Most importantly, no tickets are required."

Cao Anping finally understood why these watches were unpopular.

An old watch can still be sold for around two hundred yuan, and if it breaks, there may not be any parts to repair it, while a new Plum watch only costs 120 yuan.

For people of this era, it is easy to make a choice.

Cao Anping wanted to buy it, but he had no money. He could only smile helplessly and said, "I don't have enough money. I'll save up for another two months and come back."

The salesman rolled his eyes, thinking that someone might be interested in these second-hand goods. If the director hadn't asked him to try to sell these watches, he would not have bothered to pay attention.

Cao Anping left the watch counter and didn't plan to continue shopping. He felt uncomfortable because he couldn't afford to buy anything.

Go straight to other counters that can afford it, take out the ticket and ask the price.

I shopped along the way and got a bunch of Mudan, a bunch of Daqianmen, a bottle of Moutai, two bottles of Xifeng, two kilograms of sugar, a kilogram of White Rabbit, and all kinds of seasonings.

The total cost was 26.5, and only 20 yuan was left.

I have to sigh that Xu Damao is a good man. If it weren’t for Xu Damao’s twenty dollars, I would have been penniless and couldn’t even take the bus.

Cao Anping walked out of the supply and marketing cooperative and went straight to the station without wandering around any longer.

He had to go back as soon as possible to make the Dragon Essence and Tiger Fertilizer Pills. He had no money in his bag and felt insecure.