Siheyuan: 55 years, starting from a buyer

He sighed as he sorted his things.

His son has already graduated from junior high school, right? Mr. Chen remembered hearing him talk about his family before.

"Yes, it's hard to find a job now, and my health isn't good either, so it's just right to let him take over so he doesn't wander around."

Mr. Chen wiped the dirt off the counter and agreed, "Yes, the salary may be reduced after the handover."

While chatting casually, Chen Shenghe did not forget to secretly pay attention to his "secret place"

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The clumps of grass planted there actually grew faster than the corn. After taking inventory in his spare time, he found that he was left with only a pitiful twenty dollars. He was really short of money.

Sighing in his heart, Chen Cheng gave an example of poverty in his life of traveling through time: "It seems that I am the poorest among the travelers."

Recalling the farm a little further away in my previous memory, although it was far away, I was worried that there might be other similar situations nearby.

In this era, although everyone tends to turn a blind eye to such things, discussing them openly will inevitably be censored and cause unnecessary trouble.

He decided to act cautiously. After all, everyone in the yard seemed to have many little thoughts, and if he was not careful, someone would expose them secretly.

I'm afraid I'll have to run a long distance tonight. There are still a lot of fish in the pond in the space. Maybe I can catch a few at night and exchange them for some practical things, Chen Sheng thought secretly.

After returning home, Chen was distracted for a while, but finally chose to go to the courtyard and knocked on the old man's door.

"Master Yi hasn't come back yet? I came to say hello to you.

I've already asked about the old hens you asked about this morning. I don't think they'll be in stock these days, so you'll have to think of something else."

He smiled and said to the lady who opened the door.

"It's Xiao Chen, come in and have some water.

Uncle didn't mention this to me. I'll tell him when he comes back.

"Auntie invited him kindly.

“No, I just had dinner and I should go back to rest.

I'll take my leave now.

Mr. Chen said hurriedly, turning around and leaving, it would be better to keep a distance from the neighbors in the yard.

He just wants to live a quiet life and be an ordinary person.

After returning home, Chen heated up some steamed buns and stewed a big carp in the kitchen in the space.

After filling his stomach, he patted his belly contentedly.

"Hehe, I finally got to eat a hot meal. The fish tastes really special. After all, it was raised in space water, so the meat is really more fragrant."

After cleaning up the room, he lay down on the warm kang to rest early, because he planned to go to the destination quietly in the middle of the night.

At this time, in the old man’s house, the old lady began to ask: "Do you want Xiao Chen to help buy old hens?" There was a hint of annoyance on her face.

"Yes, that was prepared for Xiang Dongxu's wife. You know that woman from the Jia family, she is lazy and greedy. It is impossible to expect her to cook for my wife to increase her nutrition.

As Xiang Dongxu's master, I just want to supplement his wife's qualifications."

The old man said it lightly, but he was dissatisfied in his heart: "This kid is unreliable. Can't you wait until I stop going out before telling him?"

After listening to Master Yi's explanation, the old lady no longer worried about it. Although the logic was crude, they would indeed need the care of Dongxu and his wife in their future old age.

"Have you brought food to the old lady?" The old man asked as he rested beside the warm kang after cleaning up.

“I forgot today and ate all the leftovers tonight.

"she replied.

“Remember to bring her food often.

She is a role model of filial piety.

We are a civilized community here. As the head of the community, our actions will affect how they will be filial to us in the future.

"After taking a sip of water, he said.

“Understood.

"A hint of helplessness flashed across the aunt's eyes.

When Chen Sheng woke up, the sky was completely dark.

I looked at the clock in the room with a flashlight and it was already one in the morning.

He gently pushed the door open. There was silence and the yard was hushed.

His hut was located in a corner of the yard, and climbing over the side wall led to the alley outside. He was obviously unwilling to go directly through the hall and enter through the main door.

Mr. Chen flew over the alley wall and landed on the ground outside.

With the help of the moonlight, he determined the direction and then hurried forward.

About thirty minutes later, after avoiding the patrol, Mr. Chen found that the entrance was bustling with people, even though it was already early in the morning.

Although it was late at night, there was still a constant flow of people here.

He wrapped his face with a black scarf in a secluded place, took out more than 50 kilograms of fish that he had prepared, and hid them behind him.

“It seems like this place is quite prosperous.”

He said silently in his heart.

As he approached, Mr. Chen caught a glimpse of two masked men in black standing outside, which gave him a strong sense of deterrence.

When he was stared at by two burly men, Mr. Chen stretched his body and explained, "I'm actually here to buy something."

"One cent."

The big man said in a low voice.

Apparently the transactions here have a habit of charging an entry fee.

Without hesitation, Mr. Chen took out a copper coin from his dimensional bag and handed it to the man, then walked into the market.

Walking inside, Mr. Chen found that the lively scene before him was far beyond his initial expectations.

Almost every stall has a lantern hanging on it. Some sell sundries, calligraphy and paintings, porcelain, linen, and there are even stalls selling all kinds of cooking seasonings.

He strolled in it, looking around as he walked.

Although this market is not big, it must have a very long history.

Mr. Chen found an open space, poured the caught fish into a cloth bag, then took out a scale from the space, bent down and waited for customers to come.

"How much do you want for this fish, bro?"

It had only been there for a few seconds when a customer came over and asked about it.

"These are all big fish, half a pound for one dollar."

Chen Sheng responded in a rough voice.

In this world, he used his voice carefully and chose not to reveal his true face because there were all kinds of people here.

Soon, all the fifty kilograms of fish that Chen Sheng had caught had been sold.

Some buyers saw the fish market was over and did not indicate when they would come again, so Mr. Chen had no choice but to answer: "It all depends on God's will."

Although selling meat can make quick profits, Mr. Chen also understands that risks must be prevented.

This principle needs no further explanation.

After realizing this, Chen Sheng put away the fish scales and scales and continued to explore this place called Ghost Market.

He noticed that there were many vendors selling food, but he did not see any meat.

Anyone who can obtain meat here would not easily sell it publicly.

After walking a distance, he saw a stall with a sign saying "Bill Exchange"

wooden planks.

Curiosity drove Chen Sheng closer, "How do you trade meat tickets?"

He began to ask.

As far as he knew, pork tickets were the main sales method in Beijing now, and many parts of pork were sold for around seven or eight cents per pound.

"Meat coupons, 30 cents per pound."

A dark-skinned man answered.

Chen Sheng awkwardly took out three dollars and ordered, "Please give me ten kilograms of meat tickets."

The big man pulled out a thick stack of meat tickets from his pocket, counted them carefully, and handed them to Chen.

Mr. Chen also did not forget to use the light in his hand to verify whether they were about to expire.

"Don't worry, there won't be any expiring products here, you can rest assured."

The man quickly comforted her.

After his mind calmed down a little, he turned to explore other areas.

Soon, Chen Sheng unexpectedly discovered that there were people selling weapons in the market.

After deep thought, he realized that this was not the time for strict control.

Rampant diseases and wars have made people no longer easily neglect any protective measures; it is common for families with means to buy more self-defense equipment.

Approaching the wooden model of the short on the ground and the item hanging on the belt next to it, Chen Sheng lowered his eyes and asked, "How much is this short?"

The middle-aged stall owner glanced at Mr. Chen and said, "The one-time price is twenty yuan."

Mr. Chen stretched out his hand as if he was groping unintentionally, but in fact he knew nothing about it and this was just a test.

It doesn't matter if this weapon is more expensive.

Then, he pretended to grope in his bag and said, "How about this? Give me twenty-five dollars and two boxes as a gift."

The other party took the money and threw the cloth bag over again, motioning for him to take it himself.

Chen Sheng moved his hands, took out the shorts from the cloth bag and put them into his pocket.

The middle-aged man also took out two boxes from the package and handed them to Mr. Chen, who took them and weighed them briefly.

The joy hidden in his heart surged like a raging sea: "This is the first time I have something like this. I must study it carefully when I return to this space."

Mr. Chen thought to himself.

Ten

Mr. Chen pretended to put the items into the package, but actually put them all into the space, and then continued to wander leisurely in the ghost market.

As he walked and looked around, he couldn't help but marvel at the abundance of supplies, which were even richer than those in his own small shop.

Finally, when leaving the ghost market, Mr. Chen only spent 8 cents to get an extra pair of hand-woven cotton shoes.

When he saw that his toes were exposed from the soles of his shoes, he sighed, "My life is so miserable."

Perhaps because he walked too often, he only now noticed that his shoes had begun to wear out. These shoes were knitted by his original owner, his grandmother.

Back in the yard, Mr. Chen pushed the door open, collapsed on the bed and breathed heavily.

After entering the private space, Mr. Chen fiddled with the new item and found it to be almost new, as if it had just left the factory.

In the space, Chen built a mud wall and drew a few targets for shooting practice.

After being satisfied with the gun, he carefully put it into storage, thinking to himself: "It's better to be prepared than to have no insurance."

After washing up, Mr. Chen returned to his comfortable earthen kang and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Mr. Chen, who had just worked in the shop all day, just stepped into the gate of the yard and happened to meet the door god, Uncle Sanye.

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

I understood at a glance why the third uncle was paying attention to the hairtail in his hand. Today's choice was obviously right. Occasionally, the family needs to replenish some supplies to divert everyone's attention.

After all, in this era, every move is considered a matter of attention.

"Look, where did you find this hairtail?"

The third uncle kept his eyes on the fish and was obviously very interested in it.

"Haha, Uncle Third, it seems you really know the secret of hairtail fish!"

Mr. Chen responded jokingly, hiding his pride.

"Are you looking down on my uncle? There have been announcements everywhere lately asking people to buy more hairtail to prevent neck diseases. Don't you think it's amazing?"

The third uncle's eyes were still fixed on the fish.

"Oh, I'm not sure. Since they're here, I have to show my support, so I bought a pound."

Mr. Chen responded politely, trying to avoid arguing.

"How about giving it to my aunt to process?"

Yan Fugui extended his hand to invite him half jokingly and half seriously.

But Mr. Chen quickly retreated into the courtyard, "Don't bother Third Aunt, I can go back by myself."

Quickly pass through the hanging flower gate.

However, just after passing the gate, a burly man suddenly rushed over. Chen Sheng dodged quickly, but was frightened by Sha Zhu, who was chasing Xu Damao with a big spoon, and broke into a cold sweat.

What was thought to be a peaceful conversation suddenly turned into a chaotic scene.

"Stop right there, idiot! I can't afford to offend you, and I can't hide from you either."

Xu Damao hid behind Mr. Chen and arrogantly challenged Sha Zhu.

"Hey kid! If I don't beat you up until your mouth is crooked, I'm not your last name!"

Although he was extremely angry, Sha Zhu still pressed on, and the two of them kept fighting around Chen Sheng.

"Stupid Zhu, you dare to do it but you dare not admit it. You only stared at Qin Huairu and the food in your pot got burnt!"

Xu Damao fought back and cursed at the same time.

Even after being beaten, he still didn't forget to threaten others: "Jia Dongxu, come out quickly, what are you looking for if your wife runs away with Shazhu?"

Upon hearing this, Jia Zhang rushed out of the yard angrily, cleaning utensils in her hands, and mercilessly hit Qin Huairu who was washing clothes.

The fat figure joined the battlefield, and it immediately turned into a farce with three people twisting into a ball.

For a moment, men, women, old and young gathered in front and behind to watch the lively and chaotic scene in the courtyard.

Mr. Chen, who had been standing there, also quietly moved to the side and watched quietly like the other spectators.

He had no intention of getting involved in such matters. After all, one careless mistake could lead to disaster.

"Stop it!" Yi Zhonghai felt a headache as he looked at the chaotic situation in the courtyard.

Once Xu Damao finishes the movie and goes home, the peace here will be disrupted.

"Wife, Zhuzi, stop! Stop hitting each other, stop it." Yi Zhonghai shouted loudly and ordered the onlookers around him.

“Just watching is not enough, come and help separate them.

"

The situation has become that Xu Damao is suppressed by Sha Zhu and has to bear the attack, while Jia Zhangshi joins the battle waving a broom.

When the crowd finally pulled the three people apart, Xu Damao's face was bruised and his nose was red and swollen, and Sha Zhu's face was also scratched with blood.

"This is outrageous! This is obviously a civilized area, but you have brought disgrace upon us! Go and invite the second and third uncles over immediately. Each of you should send one person. We need to gather together to discuss this matter." Yi Zhonghai said to everyone in a serious tone.

After a while, the children had prepared the tables and chairs for the meeting. Yi Zhonghai sat in the middle, with Yan Fugui and Liu Haizhong standing on both sides.

"Ahem, that's enough, calm down. Next we'll invite Brother Yi to talk about this fight." Liu Haizhong was holding an enamel pot and speaking unclearly, as if he was a typical old cadre.

Chen Sheng, who was mixed in the crowd, saw the scene in front of him, suppressed his laughter, and secretly criticized: "This Liu Haizhong is really a person obsessed with power, and he can't act like one.

It's a little more fun than the TV series.

"

"Okay, Zhuzi, tell me what's going on." Seeing that most people had arrived, Yi Zhonghai acted like a patriarch and prepared to interrogate Sha Zhu.

"It's all because of that Xu Damao, who is always gossiping and saying indecent things." Sha Zhu wiped the wound on the corner of his mouth with his hand, stared at Xu Damao with wide eyes, and stole a glance at Qin Huairu, his eyes full of emotion.

The two people's eyes accidentally intertwined.

"Why are you here, restless and flirting?" Jia Zhang ignored other people's gazes and twisted Qin Huairu's arm roughly, causing her eyes to almost pop out of her head in pain.

Seeing this scene, Sha Zhu was furious and tried to stand up and beat Xu Damao.

Yi Zhonghai banged the table hard, preventing a potential outbreak in time.

"Okay, stop it, wife. What are you doing? This is not okay." Yi Zhonghai questioned Xu Damao sternly.

"What happened just now! What nonsense are you talking about?" Yi Zhonghai glared at Xu Damao angrily. Facing the overwhelming force of the enemy, he was not afraid. After all, he was the one being beaten.

"Brother, I'm just telling the truth. I saw clearly that when Sha Zhu was cooking, he stared at Qin Huairu with eyes so greedy that he could drool.

The food was almost burnt and you didn't care about it. " Xu Damao challenged, making Sha Zhu so angry that he almost stood up and fought back again.

"Alright, alright, calm down.

Xu Damao, don't talk nonsense and cause trouble, especially because of Sha Zhu you said that. " Yi Zhonghai stepped forward and his expression became stern as he reprimanded him.

"My dear, Huairu, this caring and good daughter-in-law, has given us such a big son and is now pregnant. What do you think?" Yi Zhonghai continued to blame.

"Don't you two get angry and fight each other again!" he said to them sternly.