After the disaster

After all, sparrows are not so easy to catch, and their tools are very simple, so even if Ah Chang wants to catch more sparrows, the daily harvest is still limited, usually six or seven. It should be less, and when you are lucky, there will be no more than ten at most.

Roasted sparrows are sold well in the night market. Within a few days, many people in Xinnan City know that there is a shop in the night market that sells roasted sparrows. Waiting at the booth, once the roasted sparrows come out, they will be divided up. Ah Chang's wish to eat one more sparrow has never been realized.

Qiu Cheng himself never eats it. If he manages well in the past few months, he will eat as many good things as he wants in the future, so why rush for this moment.

The most important thing now is to save more food and buy more houses. First, buy the fifteenth floor of their building. If you still have the ability, it is best to buy the fourteenth floor. With these two floors, plus the top platform, these places should be enough for him to grow crops.

One grilled sparrow can sell two corn tortillas. For this item alone, Qiu Cheng and the others can earn ten to twenty corn tortillas every night, plus those who sell voles and tomatoes, they can earn dozens of corn tortillas every night. corn cake.

As the weather gets warmer day by day, he is worried that the corn tortillas will go bad if they are kept for a long time. Qiu Cheng will exchange the corn tortillas harvested that day with Lao Feng and the others for cornmeal after closing the stall every night, leaving only a few for him and Ah. Regular rations.Because he exchanged a large amount, and there were every night, Lao Feng gave him the price of five catties and seven taels.

At Lao Feng’s stall, Qiu Cheng can see people bringing corn tortillas to exchange for cornmeal every day, but very few people exchange cornmeal for tortillas, because making tortillas by mixing flour at home is better than going to the stall to exchange Be more cost-effective.

Qiu Cheng once asked Lao Feng how they handled these tortillas, but Lao Feng didn't say much, only saying that he had connections.

Qiu Cheng can probably guess that these tortillas should not be as simple as taking them away and replacing them with cornmeal.In today's Xinnan City, as well as the whole country and even the whole world, under the seemingly peaceful appearance, there are so many undercurrents and turbulent forces, and how many forces are devouring them.

When the world returns to order again, it will never be the same as it was five years ago. Many new faces will appear on TV and newspapers, and many powerful figures in the past will disappear. The outbreak of the X virus and the suffering of these years have brought hardship and despair to the vast majority of people, but for a small number of people, it represents an opportunity.

In fact, this is also the case for Qiu Cheng. From the moment he got "Mu Xiu Notebook", he also had the opportunity to make a fortune, and how much he can get in the end depends on how much he can do.

Qiu Cheng never thought of exchanging other people's suffering for his own wealth, but these sufferings were not caused by him after all, so he didn't feel too much guilt.

But other people are just fine. Seeing his college classmates living in such a bad way, Qiu Cheng still couldn't bear it, but except for giving him a tomato when they met for the first time, Qiu Cheng never gave him anything later. Things, he wanted to help his old classmate, but he didn't want to give him things for nothing.

Qiu Cheng also observed the business of Wang Chengliang's stall recently. It was not very good. At most, he sold three or four stoves every day, sometimes one or two, and sometimes not even a single one. With this income, he can't even support the stall owner alone, not to mention that it takes a lot of materials and labor to make these stoves.

After closing the stall that night, Qiu Cheng left a few corn cakes, exchanged the rest for cornmeal, and then went to Wang Chengliang's stall.

"Are you going to buy a stove again?" It was only after nine o'clock, and the night market was busy, and Wang Chengliang didn't sleep there, so as soon as Qiu Cheng came over, he asked with a smile, with a sense of humor.

"Why do I buy so many stoves?" Qiu Cheng smiled and asked him, "I want a stone mill, can your second brother make one?"

When Qiu Cheng and the others were in school, many students in the class were only children. Even if there were brothers and sisters, there were usually only one or two. These days, it is considered a godsend to have three children in a family. Wang Chengliang and the others The family of four is relatively heterogeneous, so everyone talked about it in the dormitory.

Wang Chengliang was honest, he would say whatever everyone asked him, and he didn't know how to keep it under wraps. Not only did he mention the occupations of his elder brother and second brother, but some even asked about the ages of his parents.

When buying a stove a few days ago, Wang Chengliang mentioned that his elder brother was engaged in scrap purchases, and Qiu Cheng naturally thought that his second brother seemed to be a mason.

The corn kernels in their house just came out these days, but there is no place to grind the noodles. Although it is not particularly difficult to get a grinder or something, it is a waste of electricity. Qiu Cheng is the only one who has five kilowatt-hours of electricity in a month. This amount of electricity is not enough for anything, except for lighting.

Then Qiu Chengcheng remembered that he wanted to build a stone mill. With the stone mill, he could grind noodles at home, and it could also generate some income for his classmate.

"Stone mill? You can beat it, but why do you need a stone mill?" Wang Chengliang looked puzzled.

"It must be useful to buy it. How many tortillas does your second brother want to make?" Qiu Cheng didn't tell him too much.

"That depends on how big you want." Stone mills are different in size, the big ones are hundreds of thousands of catties, and the small ones are only tens of catties. The difference is huge.

"It shouldn't be too small, it should be able to grind dry beans and corn kernels." Qiu Cheng said.

"Then you can give five corn cakes. When my father comes to deliver the meal tomorrow morning, I will tell him." Wang Chengliang didn't say that he would discuss it with his family, but directly told Qiu Cheng the price.

"Is five tortillas enough? Just one piece of bluestone is worth a lot of money?" Qiu Cheng asked him.

"What is bluestone worth these days? Our family has a large population, and we are allocated a lot of electricity. It doesn't take much effort for him to use tools and make a stone mill. Five corn cakes are no less than you." Wang Wang Cheng Liang spoke very frankly.

"Okay then, I'll give you two tortillas first, and when I get the stone mill, I'll give you the remaining three." Qiu Cheng said and handed him two tortillas.

"Are you in a hurry?" Wang Chengliang asked him again when he finished the cornbread.

"No rush, take your time." Qiu Cheng waved his hand.

Back home, Qiu Cheng watered the crops again as usual. Based on his previous planting experience and comparing his previous planting conditions at the temporary base, Qiu Cheng reckoned that the Spirit Gathering Formation he has set up so far can probably make the crops in the formation The vegetative period is shortened by eight to ten times.

This is just a vague number, and the crops will also be affected by other factors during the growth process. For example, the corn he planted before, because the light intensity cannot meet the requirements for crop growth, so even if the aura is sufficient, it still grows faster. Several other crops are slower.

This is only the effect of Reiki on plants, and its effect on animals is actually not obvious.

Qiu Cheng lives in the spirit-gathering array every day, even if he is still practicing, he doesn't feel any earth-shaking changes in his body, and the same is true for those voles who also live in the spirit-gathering array, at most they are in better health , it seems to be more energetic, and there is no such thing as growing very fast.

Qiu Cheng pinched his fingers and calculated, reckoning that the second batch of potatoes would be harvested soon, and he hoped that there would be a good harvest by then.

Qiu Cheng came down from the fifteenth floor and found that Ah Chang did not go out to catch voles, but rested on the bed, and did not chase him away, sitting on the quilt with his legs crossed to practice.He also knows that voles are becoming more and more difficult to catch recently. The suburbs around Xinnan City have been searched all over. In addition to their house, there are other people who carry voles to sell in the night market, but Qiu Cheng's supply is the fastest. It is safe, and the head is given readily, and their business is still going on.

Voles are hard to catch, and Ah Chang sometimes can only catch one or two after going out to work in the middle of the night. He will inevitably feel a little discouraged, and his enthusiasm is not as high as before.

Qiu Cheng didn't urge him to go out. Whether it was a field mouse or a sparrow, it was just a transition for them. When he bought enough land and planted crops, the situation would naturally improve.

Qiu Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated, while Ah Chang nestled beside him and dozed off. This guy could not only catch birds and mice, but also snore softly like a cat.

At this time, while snoring, he touched Qiu Cheng's side, and then again, he rolled lightly on the bed, looked up at Qiu Cheng's palm that was naturally placed on his knee, from a slight The bulging fist, the fingers with long sleeves, and the pink nails...

Ah Chang looked at it and became a little fascinated. He couldn't help raising his head slightly, leaned his head sideways, sniffed it, and then stuck out his tongue to lick it.

"!" Qiu Cheng's fingers trembled unconsciously.

"!" Ah Chang immediately fell back on the quilt, and snored louder. While snoring, he opened his eyelids a little bit, and carefully observed what was happening on Qiu Cheng's side.

Qiu Cheng got up the next day and found that Ah Chang still went out in the middle of the night last night, and caught three voles, two big ones and one small one.

When Qiu Cheng and the others arrived at the night market at night, they felt that the night market seemed to be cooler than usual. They rode their tricycles to their stalls, but they didn't see the people who usually came to buy roasted sparrows waiting there. Turning around, they found Old Feng from the stall next door was not there either, only his son and two nephews were watching.

"Where's your father?" Qiu Cheng asked Lao Feng's son.

"Look at the excitement, I heard that there is a live chicken seller at the intersection over there." Feng Zhenxin replied.

"Live chicken?" Qiu Cheng was taken aback. He hadn't seen a live chicken for a long time.

Their temporary base in Xinnan City initially raised chickens and livestock. Later, due to the shortage of food, after a few people starved to death, the voice of opposition became louder. Later, they gradually heard no more about raising livestock. Something happened, they don't know if there is something in the dark, at least not on the surface.

"Boss, buy a tomato?" At this time, a regular customer came to the stall.

"It's all here." Qiu Cheng quickly laid out the tomatoes, shallots, leeks, and peppers.

"How about roasting sparrows tonight?" The guest picked up the tomatoes and chatted with Qiu Cheng.

"Roast it." Qiu Cheng asked him about it while preparing the kudzu, "I heard that there is a live chicken seller over there?"

"No, I came from there just now." The man said.

"Where did they come from?" Qiu Cheng asked again.

"They come from the north, and they are big and thick, so they are from the north." Compared with the people in the central region, the northerners are indeed taller.

"Then how do you sell the live chickens?" Qiu Cheng was a little moved. It would be great if he could buy a few hens to lay eggs.

"That's precious. One catty of live chicken is worth three catties of cornmeal. It's so cruel. At least one chicken costs six to seven catties, right? More than ten or twenty catties of cornmeal. If I have so much cornmeal, I might as well go Buy a house."