It’s a Bit Early To Cross

After coming out of the warehouse, Chu Heng poured the bag of rice he had taken out into the bag of the rice jar, and cautiously threw the original package back to the warehouse.

Immediately, Le Dian Dian started to prepare breakfast.

He first started the fire on the stove, then put the washed rice in a casserole and put it on the stove to boil slowly. He then took out the only three eggs left at home from the cupboard and prepared to fry poached eggs for a while.

After doing this, he started to rummage through the boxes and put together all the money in the family.

Since the original owner had not been working for a long time, and he had just bought a bicycle, he had not saved a lot of money. He added a piece to the whole thing, and it was only over a hundred dollars.

There are quite a few tickets, except that there is no food ticket, there are such things as match tickets, salt tickets, cloth tickets, cigarette tickets, and even a watch ticket!

These are all sent by the relevant units of the grain store during the festivals.

These days, the grain store is a very good unit. As an employee of the grain store, not only is the face bright, but also a lot of benefits.

After Chu Heng carefully counted his family, he left a few dollars in his pocket as pocket money, put other money tickets into a jujube wood box, and threw them into the warehouse space.

Luckily for money, those tickets are closely related to his daily life. If he loses them, he will be unable to move, so he should keep them in the warehouse as a safe place.

This is really not adulterated at all.

At this time, tickets are required to buy anything, food tickets are required to buy food, meat tickets are required to buy meat, cloth tickets are required to buy cloth, and tickets are also required for firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

Without these tickets, he would not be able to live.

After setting up his own property, Chu Heng took a wine bottle from home oil and filled a full bottle in the warehouse. He squatted by the stove with his shriveled stomach, and gently stirred the gruel in the casserole with a spoon. Plan how to use those things in the warehouse.

It's not okay to guard the warehouse and wait for death.

It must be to replace those rice, flour, grain and oil with what you need.

But how to change it is the question.

Speculation is a serious crime. If the circumstances are serious, you have to eat peanuts!

"I'm worried when I don't have anything to eat, and I'm worried when I have too much." Chu Heng sighed softly, sucked a few jasmine seeds, took the cooked gruel and put it on the table, and then put the cooking pot on the table. Sit on the spoon and start frying the eggs.

"Hey!"

As soon as the eggs were placed in the pot, a burnt aroma floated out of the pot, and then floated into the courtyard through the cracks in the door and windows.

The third boy from Aunt Li's house next door was woken up by greed. While still in the bed, he sniffed hard, and his saliva suddenly flowed. He pulled the old lady who had just woken up and shouted, "Mom, I want to eat scrambled eggs!"

"I think you look like scrambled eggs!" Aunt Li, who was over forty years old, glared at her third son, slapped his butt, secretly swallowed her saliva, and went to cook sweet potato porridge cursing.

"Who makes scrambled eggs in the morning? The days are over?"

The days will definitely be lived, and they will be lived well.

Chu Heng's family had already eaten, half a pot of thick porridge, a piece of dark salted radish, and three golden fried poached eggs, all of which were eaten by him in no time.

In the eyes of others, this breakfast is already very rich, but in the eyes of Chu Heng, who has always been fond of meat, it is indeed a bit shabby.

Is it still called breakfast without meat buns?

At this moment, he has already sat down and decided to go to the pigeon market.

People live to eat. If they can't even eat meat, what's the point of living?

"What do you do at noon?"

As soon as he finished eating this meal, he began to think about the next meal. There was no canteen in the grain store, so he had to bring his own lunch or go to the restaurant.

The food stamps at home have been used up, and it is impossible to go out to restaurants, so I can only cook some food and bring it with me.

Chu Heng reluctantly put down his chopsticks, went to the cupboard, found a piece of bacon, went to the cellar to get a few cabbage leaves, and then took out a classic aluminum lunch box to wash rice.

Boil the pot with water first, use two chopsticks to stand in the pot, then put the lunch box with rice on it, and when the rice grains have absorbed almost all the water in the lunch box, cover the cut bacon with crystal clear. Put the cabbage leaves on the meat, sprinkle some soy sauce at the end and continue to steam.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, a simple version of claypot rice is complete.

"It's quite fragrant." Chu Heng took out the lunch box and closed it, grinning hotly, turning his head to look at the clock hanging on the wall, seeing that it was still a while before work time, he took out a half box of the big front door from his clothes pocket. With Erlang's legs crossed, he slapped leisurely.

In the smoke, his thoughts began to fly again.

Looking at it from another angle, people in this era are actually quite happy. Although materials are scarce, they are better than worry-free living. The houses are divided into units, and it does not cost much to see a doctor. Everyone eats and drinks the same, and no one should laugh at anyone.

"Fuck!"

Before he had finished smoking a cigarette, Chu Heng who glanced out the window inadvertently was suddenly startled.

Just outside the window of his house, a large group of children big and small, staring at the green eyes of hungry wolves, drooling on the window sill of his house, like a special biochemical crisis.

"pitiful."

Chu Heng shook his head in disbelief. He guessed that it was the gluttonous children who were attracted by the meat incense at home.

He reluctantly extinguished the cigarette in his hand, stuffed the still warm lunch box into the green messenger bag, and prepared to go to work.

As soon as he opened the door, he was surrounded by a group of children.

One of the ghostly boys asked greedily, "Uncle Chu, has your family made meat? It's really delicious."

Looking at this child, a mass of memories suddenly appeared in his mind.

This child is called Jia Geng, nicknamed Bang Geng, the son of the widow Qin in the courtyard.

In addition to these, about the information about the neighbors in the courtyard, after digesting these things, Chu Heng was completely dumbfounded!

I'm a motherfucker!

It's not good to live, why did you come to live in this animal house?

Chu Heng looked down at the little white-eyed wolf, and then looked at Xiaodang and Huaihua beside him, his head was full of black lines, but then he was full of smiles: "Isn't this a little stick? What? Want to eat meat?"

"Think!" Bang Tei nodded sharply, his dark eyes full of anticipation.

"If you want to eat it, let your mother cook it for you." Chu Heng laughed strangely, pulled away the children around him, pushed the big phoenix bicycle at the door, and slid out of the courtyard.

This animal house is also very good, and the future life will definitely be colorful.

Silly Zhu, Qin Biao, the uncles one, two, three, and Xu Damao, who has a full stomach, are all very interesting people.

Not long after he left, Bang Terri ran home with him to find his grandmother, crying and calling for meat.

"This is true of Chu Heng. I don't even know how to cook meat for my grandson. Why didn't I choke you to death!" Mr. Zhang, who was short of clothing and food but was bloated and fat, cursed with his brows wide and his eyes wide open.

The mellow and pretty widow sitting on the kang next to her quietly gave the evil mother-in-law a black eye, pulled her beloved son, and comforted: "Don't cry, wait for your stupid uncle to come back tonight and get some meat from him."