Looking at Wan Xiaotian with a serious look on his face, Chu Heng nodded secretly, without telling him what happened to Jiang Zhuolin. He turned around and took him to other rooms to check them in turn, and then led him back to the place where he slept. Room.
There was a briquette stove in this house, but the old man had taken the coal away before leaving, not even leaving a piece of firewood. In addition, it wasn't too cold during the day, so Chu Heng didn't light it.
It was already evening, and the blood-red sun was almost sinking into the horizon. The cold wave swept across the earth again, and the room became chilly.
After the two of them entered the house, Chu Heng was about to tell Wan Xiaotian something, but this kid who always knew how to get things done noticed the briquette stove as soon as he entered the house. He hurriedly went over to take a look, and saw that there was no fire, so he went out and walked around again. , and found that there was nothing that could burn anything, so after thinking about it, he went to his elder to ask for instructions: "Master Chu, it's quite cold in Beihe at night. It's impossible without fire, and there aren't enough beds in this courtyard. Do you think I can get some?" Can a brother bring back some grain in exchange for some firewood and planks?"
"That kid is thoughtful enough, go ahead." Chu Heng smiled and glanced at him, then nodded in agreement.
When they first arrived, they lacked everything, but even if they didn't lack food, there was nothing wrong with them exchanging food for some urgently needed items.
"Then rest for now, I'll be back in a moment."
Wan Xiaotian wiped himself out and came out of the house, called a few brothers who were worried about how to sleep at night, filled up half a bag of stick noodles, and pushed the bicycle out of the yard together.
Chu Heng tightened his clothes and got into bed again, lit a cigarette, and smoked it intermittently. He closed his eyes and thought about his plan, and fell asleep again without knowing it.
Just like that half an hour later.
The setting sun completely sank into the earth, and the sky turned numb. The lights lit up in the city, like stars falling into the world.
"Squeak."
Wan Xiaotian led the people back. There were several big bags tied to each car. Some contained firewood, some contained briquettes, and others pulled wooden boards used to build beds, which he used. All the stick noodles are bought from various stores.
Very cheap!
A bowl of stick noodles can be exchanged for a bag of firewood, and a pound of briquettes can be exchanged for thirty pounds of briquettes. For wealthy people like them, it is almost like picking up for free.
As soon as he entered the hospital, Wan Xiaotian greeted his younger brothers and ran to Chu Heng's house with a bag of firewood and briquettes. After lighting a fire, he glanced at the empty room, scratched his head and looked at Chu Heng who had just woken up. Hengdao: "I don't even have a kettle. How about I make you some tea to drink? I just have it in my bag."
"Next time."
Chu Heng lazily opened the quilt, put on his shoes and wandered to the stove, about to pull up a chair and sit down to warm up.
Wan Xiaotian moved the chair first.
"You sit down too."
Chu Heng smiled with satisfaction, sat down, leaned forward and put his hands on the stove to bake. The orange firelight shone on his face, flickering: "Today I will lead you to clear the way first, and tomorrow I'll be back early in the morning. If you need anything, you can buy it yourself. Don't be afraid to spend money."
"Oh, don't worry. You've given me a lot this time, how can we still treat ourselves badly?" Wan Xiaotian smiled and moved a chair to sit next to him. He first took out a box of freshly opened large front doors and gave it to Chu. He reached the point, and then he took out a pack of 13 cent warriors from his pocket.
Chu Heng never treated his brothers badly. This time Wan Xiaotian came to sell grain at the risk of entering the house. Naturally, he couldn't let his work go in vain, so he directly promised him one-tenth of the profit!
This is not a small sum of money!
You must know that at the current price of food, it is easy to sell a thousand yuan a night. If you take out half of the cost that the evil hearted person said, the profit of 10% is only fifty yuan. , more than most regular workers earn in a month!
"besides."
Chu Heng spoke again at this time. He pointed outside: "Yan Muze, please watch carefully. If you find this old boy playing tricks, you must not be soft!"
"Oh, don't worry about this, I've been guarding against him!" Wan Xiaotian said with a cold face.
Chu Heng nodded without saying anything. After giving some other instructions, he thought about it and said, "Go and call Yan Muze."
"Oh." Wan Xiaotian stood up and left, and soon he came to the house with old man Yan who was sweating profusely.
"Master Chu, are you looking for me?" Yan Muze came to him cautiously, bowing slightly and being very cautious.
"I have something to ask you." Chu Heng smiled and threw away a cigarette.
The old man hurriedly took it and said with a flattering look on his face: "Hey, young man, what do you mean by that? If you have something to do, you can just give me your orders. You don't need to ask for anything. Isn't this a disgrace to me, old man?"
"Haha." Chu Heng smiled faintly, not bothering to give in to him. He leisurely crossed his legs and said directly: "I don't have anything important to do with you. I just want you to teach me something when you are free." Teach Wan Xiaotian how to identify antiques."
The old man was stunned when he heard this and hesitated without speaking. He was afraid that the disciples would starve to death. After all, the reason why he could stand in front of Chu Heng again today was because of his knowledge of antiques.
Seeing that he still dared to hesitate, Wan Xiaotian's expression suddenly changed. He raised his foot and kicked his butt, shouting: "Master Chu, are you talking to me? Are you deaf?"
The old man came back to his senses instantly and understood that given his current situation, he could not help but refuse. He could only respond with a wry smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Chu, I will teach you with all my heart, and I will never hide anything."
Chu Heng glanced at him and guessed what he was worried about, and said with a half-smile: "I know what you are thinking, just keep it in your heart. I, Chu Heng, am not the kind of person who burns bridges by crossing rivers. As long as you are old Do things honestly and play less tricks, and I won't treat you badly."
The old man smiled coquettishly: "Oh, not anymore, never again."
"I hope so." Chu Heng pouted noncommittally, then stood up and patted the dust on his clothes: "Okay, let's go back and rest. Let's set off on time at eleven o'clock in the evening."
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It's eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the night is hazy, the moon is bright and the stars are few.
Chu Heng and his group were already getting ready in the yard at this time. Every bicycle was basically equipped with these things, some of which were food, and some of which were cooking oil.
This time they went there mainly to test the water, and they didn't prepare much. They only had 300 kilograms of stick noodles, 100 kilograms of white flour, 100 kilograms of rice, and only 20 kilograms of cooking oil.
At this moment, Wan Xiaotian and others, who had never been to the pigeon market to sell goods, all looked serious and nervous, as if they were about to go to the battlefield. On the other hand, Yan Muze, an old man, had a relaxed look on his face, and even smoked leisurely.
Chu Heng glanced at them, smiled and said nothing. After leaving one person to look after the house, he waved his hand and the group of people pushed the cart and left the yard.
