attack stream of life

In the afternoon, the men who accompanied him went back. Zhaoming didn't plan to go to the black market again. Although he still had some things, he went there four times in the morning, and it would be too eye-catching to go again.

He didn't have that special letter of introduction, so he couldn't enter the guest house.What's more, there is a letter of introduction, just a guest house, waiting for the people in front to check out will have to wait for a long time, there is no such effort.Every time at this time, Zhaoming feels that he is out of tune with this world. He always feels that the guest house should not be like this, and the attitude and service should be better.

However, this is the case in all guest houses across the country, so it is still his fault.

The hostels are not available, and the illegal homestays nearby are okay.He opened a room, which was a bit small, and the single room had a lock.He put the food in it, put it under the bed, and went out for a walk by himself.

Anyway, it's okay to be idle at the moment, so he just remembered one thing, looking for old books.Used books are usually found at waste and used items collection stations, Zhaoming thought, since they are all here in the county, and there is still one afternoon, why not just go and have a look.

The waste collection station in the county is located in a remote place in the suburbs. It used to take more than ten minutes. The gatekeeper is a big woman with a big waist.The aunt was wearing a thick padded jacket and a hat, revealing a round face full of happiness.It was the first time Zhaoming saw such a warm smile after seeing so many service workers.

"Young boy, are you looking for old books?" The aunt smiled, "There are also unused pencils."

"Yes, ma'am. It would be great if there was a box. There is nowhere to put things." Zhao Ming couldn't help being happy when he saw the service with a smile. , eat chestnuts?"

The chestnuts have been covered by him all the time, and they are still warm at the moment, exuding the unique fragrance of nuts.

The aunt couldn't help sniffing, took a few shyly, and held them in her hands, "The wood is on the left side of the entrance, look for any usable boxes and cabinets, we sell them by the pound, and it's been a long time in the past two days." Rain, a lot of wood is wet, it’s not worth buying now. If you are not afraid of taboos, there are still some woods in the waste paper, all of which are carved, and you can use the patterns after you go back and wipe the patterns with mud.”

Zhaoming got these kind suggestions, so he simply took out the chestnuts and a handful of five or six small walnuts in his pocket and gave them to the aunt, "OK, I'll go in and look for them."

Then the aunt opened the door and let her go.

Inside is a very empty open space, only the waste paper is covered, the rest are exposed to the sun, wind and rain.But it is not very messy, all kinds of disposal items are arranged according to the type, here are collected animal bones, glass bottles and glass slag, some old ceramic crocks, various table and bench legs...

People these days are almost trash free.Residents in the county eat the meat and stew the bones, and don't throw them away afterwards. They can dispose of them to the waste collection station, and the bones can be ground into powder and added to the feed.Those broken glass bottles and used toothpaste skins also have their own places to go, and they are not thrown away at will.

Zhaoming looked for a while, but did not find any metal products, neither copper nor iron.The pile of porcelain is also full of ordinary broken porcelain, and occasionally a blue and white one is seen, which is also in a fragmented state.

Zhaoming is not going to look for old bowls either, he is a bit magical, he uses old things from other people's houses, and he can feel other people's emotions, which is very supernatural.So he only loves books for old things. After so many years, the old books he finds are mostly pleasant emotions.

He walked by, and stepped on something. The pile of broken porcelain moved, and a fist-sized colorful jar rolled down. Not far away was a complete celadon tea bowl, the color looked like It is Ming celadon.

Zhaoming picked it up and looked at the small colorful jar, which was a bit like the cricket jar he had seen, a small jar, and the four seasons were depicted on it, and the paintings were exquisite.The emotions conveyed from above are very tolerant and heavy emotions like the sea, like the elders caring for the younger generation.

He went to get the teacup, like someone's old thing, he knew it when he touched it.Alas, I don't know where it was copied from.It turned out to be the owner's cherished item, but now it is here in the wind and rain.Zhaoming suddenly felt some pity, and put away everything.

Zhaoming went to the place where the waste paper was placed again, and there was indeed a pile of wood in the deepest part, but the first thing he saw was not the carved wood, but a box with a corner exposed.Zhaoming was curious as to why there was a box in the pile of wood. He pushed aside the sundries and dragged the box out.

The box is not too big, it is square and fits in the hand, it looks very ordinary on the outside, except for the two black copper handles on both sides, the rest is unremarkable, and there are no carvings or paintings on the surface.But Zhaoming felt very familiar looking at it, and he thought about it for a long time.

Hi!

Isn't this the kind of doctor's box used to practice medicine?Weidao is so familiar, his uncle next door is a Chinese medicine doctor.

Zhaoming opened the box curiously. There were two floors inside, but they were all empty. He knocked on the bottom and the side, but there was no memory of hollowness, and it was made of solid wood.The emotions on it are very weak, and no one has used it for at least four or fifty years.

He put away the medical box, and found a Go board beside it. It looked small, heavy, and pitch-black, and there was no emotion conveyed.Odd, come across two things that have been unused for a long time?

He didn't have much research on wood, but he instinctively knew that the heavier the wood of the same volume, the more expensive it might be.Some big families are accustomed to using mahogany such as huanghuali to make furniture, and the extravagant ones even use lobular red sandalwood. Zhaoming used red sandalwood objects, which are not as heavy as this. Is it really wood?

Zhaoming searched among the piles of waste paper, expecting to find ancient books, calligraphy and paintings, but he only found waste newspapers, old textbooks, used notebooks and the like.

He had an ominous premonition, wouldn't they all go into the incinerator?

Alas, this is too reckless!

He searched again, but couldn't find a single old piece of paper. How could these woods still remain, and none of those old books?Zhaoming was puzzled. After searching for a while, he found a pile of ink ingots in the corner. Most of them were square and rectangular, and there were also a few circles and ovals. It was scattered on the ground like broken cinders.

Zhaoming took a piece and wiped it, and smelled it carefully. In addition to the scent of ink, there was also a scent of medicine, which was quite pleasant to smell anyway.

He put the ink sticks and porcelain pots in the box, carried them on his back, and went to the door holding them in his hands.

The aunt took out a large scale, and all the things weighed 66 catties. With one mouth, she erased the odds and made it [-] catties.And the price of the box and the contents inside was directly priced at one yuan and eighty cents. This price is indeed not high.

After putting the things in the homestay, Zhaoming strolled around the commercial street in the county seat.

As the end of the new year approaches, there are many people who go out to buy new year's goods on the street. No matter how careful the women spend their money on weekdays, they are willing to spend a little money at this time to buy some high-priced fine grain snacks without tickets, or thick and wear-resistant woven fabrics, etc. .If there is still a child around, the number of times the money is given will be even more.

The children are naturally clever ghosts, and each of them may know the custom of not beating children in the twelfth lunar month, so they keep jumping back and forth on the verge of death, buying brown sugar rice cakes for a while, fried twisted twists for a while, and rolling around and crying if they don’t buy them. noisy.

The veins on the foreheads of those parents were stretched, probably because they were thinking about being outside and had to endure it, but when they paid for it, they were gnashing their teeth.

Heh, go back and wait for the fried pork on bamboo board.

Zhaoming also found sugar-fried chestnuts on the street. Small chestnuts and black pebbles were rolling in an iron pot together. The master chef seemed to have practiced iron sand palms. He grabbed a piece of hot chestnuts just out of the oven without changing his face. You don't need to weigh it when you put it in an oil paper bag, you can know how many catties and taels it is by weighing it.

This smell is really fragrant, that kind of burnt and sweet taste, which makes people salivate uncontrollably, and walks along with the aroma unconsciously.Seeing the shiny chestnuts in the big iron pot again, the oily black skin was cracked, exposing the honey-colored flesh, and I couldn't take my eyes off it.

If there is still a little money in the pocket, I can't help but take out a dime or two at this moment, and weigh it in twos and fours to satisfy my greed.If there is a beautiful girl watching by the side, blood must be drawn once, weighing one or two catties at a time, you take one piece, I take one piece, I can't help being intoxicated in the fragrance of the food while feeling distressed.

Zhaoming himself still has chestnuts, which are bigger than these and very sweet, but the boiled ones are not as fragrant as the fried ones.He couldn't help but stood by the side for a while, watching those people eat well, and took out two horns from his pocket.

The master grabbed a handful for him, Zhaoming counted, there were more than a dozen of them, they were not big, and the price was indeed not cheap.He twisted one, bit the skin with his teeth, and the golden flesh was completely peeled off.

Ouch... so delicious.

Although it is small in size, it is sweet and glutinous, leaving a fragrance on the lips and teeth after eating one.

Zhaoming instantly felt that the money was not in vain.While eating, he watched the master chef's stir-fry without blinking his eyes, stealing from the side with integrity.

In addition to sugar-fried chestnuts, there are many other foods on the street, such as fried dough twist, shortbread, lard cake, dragon beard crisp, and bean cake... If you eat all of them, you may not be able to eat them all for dinner, so Zhaoming made some puff pastry mung bean cakes and red bean sticky cakes, thinking of taking them home and eating them slowly, anyway, I can put them on for the day anyway.

The largest shopping mall in the county, the department store is located in the center of this street. The first floor sells daily necessities, and the second floor sells high-priced luxury goods.After the foreign companies that used foreign exchange certificates were closed, the department store was the most western-style shopping mall in the county, and it was generally only when shopping for wedding items and during the Chinese New Year that you could use gold and silver as courage to go there.

Not to mention the waiters here, it’s standard to ignore them with their noses in the sky, and you have to coax the other party, who will let the other party control what you need, if one is not good, they will say nothing, It was no use crying.Nowadays, everything is limited to purchase. If you miss it this time, you may not know when it will be available next time.

Zhaoming took the cloth ticket and money, and waited in line for a while before arriving at him. The person standing at the counter was a young girl with two braids and a pretty face, but she didn't have a smile on her face.Behind her is a cabinet with a lot of fabrics on it, but only a few colors, most of the rest are black, blue, and brown, and there are a few purplish red, scarlet, and pink fabrics. The grades are divided, and guests are not allowed to touch or look closely.

The girl raised her eyelids and glanced at him, and saw that he was a young and beautiful boy, still wearing a well-fitting woolen coat. Finally, she turned her face around and smiled a little, "Serve the people, what kind of material do comrades want? Just entered The cloth, it’s all there.”

"Is there any suitable fabric for shirts?"

"Yes." The girl enthusiastically took a piece of white fabric and a piece of light blue fabric.

Zhaoming looked at it, "Can I get started?"

The girl nodded, "Be careful not to get dirty."

He touched it, and it was smooth, like Dacron with a relatively high cotton content. After asking if the price was within his range, he took out a cloth ticket and bought one piece in one color, which added up to 15 yuan or [-] cents.Later, I asked the tailor in the village to make shirts, which were three or four yuan cheaper than ready-made clothes.

He went to buy toothpaste and toothbrush, towels, soap, etc., and also bought a bundle of toilet paper to wipe his butt.

The second floor sells high-priced goods, that is, those tobacco and alcohol, cashmere blankets, glasses, pens, watches, electronic equipment and so on.With the money in Zhaoming’s hand, he couldn’t buy brown sugar after buying these things, so he just went up for a walk to find out the price of the watch that the surgeon and his son gave him. The discount is also one hundred and fifty.

Zhaoming suddenly noticed the row of famous watches in the foreign container, and there was a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had stood here once and bought a watch.It was as if I had seen it in a dream, or in a previous life.

The adults said that some children actually still have memories from their previous lives.Could it be that he also has some memories from his previous life?

"Buy it or not? If you don't buy it, get out of the way, don't block it."

Zhaoming was woken up by the mean voice of the pretty salesperson who sincerely despised him.

No money.

Poverty is shortness of breath.

Zhaoming came down from the second floor in desperation.

After spending the night in a bed and breakfast with small rooms and dirty quilts, Zhaoming climbed up from the hard bed with back pain, and found a small bug that hadn't hibernated beside the bed.When you have a chance in the future, go to a better guest house.

Today's share update, he can take it again.

There is a very interesting thing about this. There are many things in this hypermarket, and the prices are different, but they are all ten catties.Ten catties of sorghum rice and ten catties of wild ginseng, the oldest wild ginseng is a hundred years old.

Zhaoming once frantically took ten catties of ginseng, probably four to fifty years old, and sold some of it to a pharmacy for hundreds of dollars. He suddenly woke up with a start and never did such a stupid thing again.Now the remaining seven or eight catties are still well wrapped and sandwiched in his old padded jacket.

Zhaoming was very heartbroken. He extended his rent for a day at the B&B, left all his belongings there, and took a car to the sugar factory by himself.

Sure enough, it is a larger sugar-making village. One-third of the land in the village is planted with sugar cane, so there is also a lot of sugar left in the village, and the price he buys in large quantities is cheaper.It's a pity that there is no discount on brown sugar. People there know the goods, calling brown sugar "old brown sugar", and the price is slightly more expensive than brown sugar, so he didn't buy it.

He came back in the afternoon, bringing back more than ten catties of brown sugar.

Zhaoming went to the farm with food and other things, gave them everything they asked for, and then rushed back to the village in the dark.

The brown sugar was brought back and distributed. The captain’s family asked for three catties at a time. He also had a large family, more than ten people, so the brown sugar was not much.He gave the extra money from family to family. Some families did not buy brown sugar, but only sold grain.

Once the housewives figured it out, they saved a lot of wool this time around.Seeing that it is a small amount of money, if you add up a little, you will not be dissatisfied.

He didn't come back until midnight last night, and asked for leave the next day.In fact, I didn't sleep too much, the biological clock is here.Seeing that everyone was not there, he moved out all the things under his bed.There were many jars, all of which were wine, among which wine was the most, there were three jars, he opened it and took some to taste.

"Huh?" One jar was not well brewed.He has brewed many times in the virtual classroom, and it can be almost 100% successful, but the outside world is different after all, with many accidents and variable factors.

"Sell this altar."

Winemaking depends on the season. Because of the temperature requirements for fermentation, Zhaoming only makes wine once a year. Instead of oak barrels, large local wine vats are used.Because each batch of grapes is different, and the weather is also different, so each batch of wine has a different taste.

What he wants to sell now is the not-so-good, slightly sour urn.He divided them into glass bottles he had saved up before, scalded with boiling water, and stuffed with a rubber stopper, which could hold two liters of wine.

The grapes used are local wild grapes, which are not the best grape varieties for wine making, so the wine produced is also very average. If the jar is not well brewed, it is called wine, but it looks like wine-flavored and sour grape juice.

Zhaoming left the village in the evening.

He bottled more than a dozen bottles, and it was inevitable that there would be some sour and sweet smell of wine on his body, mixed with the smell of alcohol, which is perfect for alcoholics. This is the best advertisement.

Before Zhaoming reached the Sanshi Bridge, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a group of patrols passing by. He avoided the side, looked up, and met the eyes of the leader.

The young man's gaze was like the moonlight shining on the ground on a summer night, with an indescribably cold taste, Zhao Ming was taken aback for a moment, and his footsteps paused involuntarily.

He hastily lowered his head, accelerated forward, passed by for a second, two seconds, Zhaoming looked back by mistake, but saw the young man looking back at him too.In the dark dusk, the sky was red like fire, his desolate brows and eyes suddenly relaxed softly, revealing a smile like a warm sun.

Zhaoming unconsciously raised the corner of his mouth.

The man's smile became brighter and brighter, but with an evil spirit about to play a prank, he walked up to Zhao Ming quickly, his eyes flicked over the basket.

"Young boy, are you going out for a stroll at night?"

"Eh?"