It’s a Bit Early To Cross

"1965..."

In a somewhat crude bedroom, Chu Heng, who had just passed through, stared at the half-calendar that was nailed to the wall in a stunned manner. Many labels about this era instantly appeared in his mind.

Poverty, hunger, chaos, no mobile phone, no computer, no WiFi, no uc browser...

"Is this going to kill you!"

Chu Heng scratched his scalp with a frown and hurriedly sorted out the messy memories left by the original owner of the body in his mind. He wanted to confirm it.

It didn't take long for him to get a general overview of his current situation.

He is still called Chu Heng. He is 22 years old. He is a veteran. His work unit is Sanliang Store in Sijiucheng. Dazayuan has two houses. His ancestors were born as tenants, and his parents were both martyrs. The only relatives left in the family were the second uncle, named Chu Jianshe, who served as the deputy director of the Grain Management Office. He was a master with a deep background.

"There shouldn't be any problem with this identity." Chu Heng let out a sigh of relief, and he felt a little more energetic. He used the dim light of the morning to look at his house.

The layout of the bedroom is extremely simple. The innermost side is an old-fashioned hard bed with rough workmanship. It should be made of beech wood. The material used is very sufficient and strong.

In addition, there is a round table and a wardrobe. In terms of material and style, it should be made by the same carpenter.

There is a briquettes stove near the window, a patchwork of black iron chimneys extending from the stove body out of the window.

It is early winter now, and the original owner can eat enough for the whole family and not hungry, so he is very willing in life. Although the weather is not too cold, he still seals the fire on the stove. Even after a night, the kettle on the stove cover is still a little warm.

Feeling oily on his face, Chu Heng hurriedly stepped forward, picked up the kettle on the stove, and poured some warm water into the red enamel washbasin on the washbasin stand next to him. washed his face.

"I'm a little hungry."

After wiping himself clean with the yellowish white towel on the shelf, Chu Heng rubbed his shriveled stomach, pushed open the bedroom door and walked into the outbuilding.

Just now, he had already figured it out.

Now that he has crossed over, he will be blamed, and it is only right to live in the moment.

Moreover, in the 1960s, there were still many opportunities.

Hide some antiques secretly, and have the opportunity to hoard a few more houses. When the great man starts to reform and open up, he will sell what he has in his hands. At that time, he will do nothing, and he will still be able to meet every day...

Chu Heng was suddenly stunned, frowning and calculating his age at that time, he was a little disappointed.

Still, don't think about those who have or don't, let's fill up the stomach first!

The outhouse was a mess, with a lot of junk piled up in every corner.

On the north side against the wall, there is a cupboard, which is stained by the smoke of the ages, and there is a large vat half a person high next to it, which is used to store food.

This tank is quite big, but unfortunately there are not many things in it.

In this era, you have to use tickets to buy everything, and things like grain and oil are distributed on a per capita basis. Don't look at Chu Heng working in a grain store, but the amount of grain is still how much. His grain ration is 32 kilograms, of which 25 The coarse grains such as catties of rice noodles and sorghum rice are only seven catties of fine grains, 2 catties of rice and 5 catties of noodles.

At this time, people were all short of oil and water, and many people would not be full after eating six or seven large steamed buns for a meal. For a good guy like him, this amount of food would keep him from starving to death.

Chu Heng swayed to the side of the rice jar and lifted the wooden jar cover that covered it.

I saw that there were several shriveled cloth bags inside, most of which were empty, only two bags had something to eat, one bag was filled with cornmeal, it was estimated that it could hold a sea bowl, and the other was filled with Rice, only a small handful, is too thin for porridge.

Chu Heng looked at Mi Tank in amazement, his lips trembled a few times, and he gritted his teeth and scolded, "Fuck!"

There are still three days before new food stamps will be issued. Obviously, this amount of food will not last at that time.

If you want to not be hungry, you can only buy it at the pigeon market with money.

"This son of a **** won't leave him any way out!" Chu Heng scolded the original owner angrily, and suddenly remembered the large warehouse of the grain company that he guarded before crossing, if it was used as a warehouse Just bring it, let alone hungry, eat one bowl and throw ten bowls is no problem.

"Um?"

Just thinking about the warehouse, Chu Heng suddenly felt the world spinning. The next moment he left the messy kitchen and returned to the large warehouse he was in charge of guarding.

Looking at the mountains of rice, flour, grain and oil in front of him, he was at a loss for a while.

"Are you wearing it again?"

Chu Heng murmured to himself, feeling that all this had become unreal, he took a deep breath, ran to the warehouse door excitedly, and pushed it hard.

uc, here I come!

The door remained motionless.

"What's the situation?" He patted the door, which was obviously unlocked, but seemed to have been welded to death. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com looked out through the crack of the door again, and what caught his eye was only pitch black, and he couldn't see it. A little light source.

Chu Heng suddenly fell silent.

Could it be that this warehouse has really crossed over with him?

After thinking about it, he tried to shout in his heart, "Go back!"

Swish!

In the next instant, he disappeared from the warehouse and returned to the kitchen.

"It really is!"

Chu Heng's eyes widened in shock, and his breathing became rapid.

At this moment, he can clearly feel the existence of the warehouse, and he will take it and take it!

After a while, Chu Heng calmed down, and immediately saw his thoughts move, and a 50-pound bag of Wuchangdaohuaxiang rice appeared at his feet.

"Mom, Dad, your son is going to be successful."

Chu Heng looked down at the heavy bag of rice, silently muttered to his deceased parents in another time and space in his heart, and plunged into the grain and oil warehouse that he didn't know existed.

When he was guarding this warehouse before, he really didn't pay attention to the types of things in it.

But this time he had to take a good count.

In this era of scarcity of supplies, the rice, flour, grain and oil in this warehouse is no longer just food. Sometimes, this stuff is better than money!

Chu Heng was like a wild donkey running away in the warehouse for a while.

After a while, he had already figured out the types of materials in the warehouse.

The grains include rice, flour, and cornmeal, and the edible oils include peanut oil, soybean oil, rapeseed oil, and blended oil.

He really couldn't figure out the exact amount. It was too many. A warehouse the size of a football field was full of rice, flour, grain, and oil. He didn't have the energy to calculate the exact amount.