When passing by Widow Qin, Chu Heng couldn't help but take another look at her.
This bitch is not easy to get along with.
In the TV series, for a few mouthfuls of food, she could hug this one and hug that one. Silly Zhu kindly helped her and the whole family, not to mention taking no advantage at all, and even made trouble to stop her from finding a partner.
Don't let people find a partner. She can't find a partner herself, so she just stretches her arms and won't let them touch her. She still gets her salary and sleeps in her house. She won't get married until she's almost menopausal.
If it hadn't been for Lou Xiao'e's incident, Shazhu would have become a destitute!
Isn't this just bullying an honest person?
In Chu Heng's heart, Widow Qin has been labeled as a scheming bitch. She cannot have close friendships and it is best to stay away from her.
"Hurry up!" Silly Zhu suddenly tugged on him, pulled him into the house, closed the door forcefully, and then rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find snacks and drinks.
Chu Heng carried the wine and walked to the table and sat down. He took out his cigarette, lit it, and smoked leisurely.
"The food is spoiled!"
After searching for a while, Silly Zhu suddenly slapped his thigh and said angrily: "My peanuts must have been stolen by that boy Banggan."
"Stealing things is not a good habit. You need to take good care of it."
Chu Heng nodded to him politely, shook the wine in his hand, and said helplessly: "What about us brothers having sex?"
"Drinking with me, a cook, will make you fuck me, won't you slap me in the face?" Silly Zhu smiled mysteriously, patted his chest and promised: "Just wait, brother will get you some food and wine right now, if you're not satisfied You whip me.”
As he said that, he ran out the door and came back after a while holding a big cabbage.
Chu Heng blinked, pointed at the cabbage and said, "Say, Brother Zhuzhu, are you planning to fool me with the cabbage gang? If not, I'll go home and get some. I still have some bacon at home."
"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 started to sort it out.
He removed the leaves from a whole cabbage, then cut the cabbage into chopstick-thick pieces, neatly placed them on a porcelain plate, and then poured soy sauce, vinegar, chili oil, and a pinch of unknown jet-black liquid on it. Powder, this dish is done.
"Try the Bai Yujing that brother made specially for you." Silly Zhu confidently placed the plate on the table and handed the chopsticks and wine glass to Chu Heng.
"If it doesn't taste good, I won't do it." Chu Heng didn't rush to use his chopsticks. He opened the wine first, poured a glass for himself and Silly Zhu, and then he picked up a cabbage strip from the plate and put it on the plate. After putting it in his mouth and chewing it for a few times, his eyes lit up.
The texture of these cabbage strips is very crisp, and the sour and spicy taste is very appetizing. If you chew it carefully, you can taste a strange aroma that is endlessly memorable, which is very suitable for drinking.
"How about it? Didn't you spoil your Daqu bar?" Silly Zhu proudly took a bite of food, raised his glass and said, "Let's go one."
Chu Heng clinked a glass with him, took a small sip, and gave a thumbs up: "Brother Zhuzhu's cooking skills are really incredible. I'm asking you to make an ordinary cabbage gangster into gourmet food. Today I It’s a great experience.”
"Where are you from? Brother, I have a lot of abilities." Silly Zhu started to sneer.
"One more." Chu Heng smiled and picked up the cup.
The two bachelors exchanged glasses, bragging and spanking, and the bottle of wine quickly ran out.
Silly Zhu was fine, but Chu Heng, who had drank some wine at Chu Jianshe's house, was a little tipsy.
Under Shazhu's teasing, he swayed away with the empty wine bottle and fell asleep after arriving home.
At night, he had a strange dream.
One moment he returned to modern times, flying, yachting, and young models every day, and the next moment he went to the 1960s, eating braised vegetables every day, with Widow Qin's family behind his butt.
Chu Heng was immediately frightened and woke up.
He rubbed his swollen head, turned on the light in the dark, and checked the time. It was already five o'clock in the morning.
"Drinking is a waste of time." He sighed deeply, got up and put on his clothes. He was in a hurry to sleep last night and forgot to seal the fire in the stove. At this moment, the room was like an ice cellar, and naturally there was no warm water.
Chu Heng scooped some icy cold water from the water tank, washed his face carelessly, and hurried out on his bicycle without even making breakfast.
According to his original plan, he wanted to get up at four o'clock and go to Deshengmen. There was a pigeon market there. People from the surrounding rural areas often came to sell some things that they couldn't bear to use at home. The market usually opened at five o'clock. , and leave around seven o'clock. After that, there will be people selling things, but not as abundant as before seven o'clock.
Chu Heng hurriedly and slowly pedaled all the way, and it took him almost half an hour to get to the place.
At this time, the sky was just getting brighter, and people could be vaguely seen moving in the market. Some were holding lanterns, and some were holding flashlights, walking vaguely through the dotted market.
It's like a hundred ghosts walking at night.
Chu Heng found a deserted place to put the bicycle into the space warehouse, took out a scarf and wrapped it around his face, only revealing a pair of bright and dark eyes, and walked into the market with a flashlight.
Before he reached the first booth, a man who also wrapped himself tightly came up to him and asked in a low voice: "Comrade, do you want a ticket?"
Chu Heng looked him over and asked in a lowered voice, "What kind of tickets do you have? How much are they?"
"We have all the tickets, what do you want?" the man said confidently.
"Food stamps, meat stamps." Chu Heng said two types casually.
"Two cents for coarse grain stamps, 30 cents for fine grain stamps, and 80 cents for meat stamps. How much do you want?" the man asked.
"Too expensive." Chu Heng shook his head and walked past the man to a stall not far away.
The man didn't stay either. He didn't have to worry about selling the tickets in his hand. If it's too expensive, just go find a cheaper one.
Chu Heng came to the stall in a few steps. The stall owner was an old woman in her fifties, with dark skin and gray hair. She was wearing a floral jacket, which was densely patched, and there were holes in some places. If you look carefully you can see the grass leaves inside.
The items she sells are very simple, only a basket of eggs and two skinny big roosters.
"How to sell it?" Chu Heng squatted down and touched the wilted big cock.
"Eggs are a dime, roosters are a piece." The old woman shivered and put her hands in her sleeves, her lips turning white from the cold.
Chu Heng nodded and was not in a hurry to buy. He stood up and continued walking inside.
After a while he turned the entire market around.
The market sold a variety of things, including chicken, fish, meat, eggs, rice, flour, grains and oils. Some people even sold old clothes and shoes. He also saw a few people selling pine nuts, chestnuts and other mountain products.
After understanding the market situation, Chu Heng finally took action.
He found the old woman he had met before and bought thirty eggs and two roosters from her hand. It cost him five and a half yuan. He also bought a pound of pork from another stall because the fat meat was picked out. Let's go, the rest are all skinny ones, and the stall owner sells them very cheaply, only one yuan.
Taking the things he bought, Chu Heng hurriedly left the market, found a deserted corner, and plunged into the warehouse space.
