Siheyuan: My anger system is too good at playing

After Jiang Weidong got up, he opened the curtains and looked outside. It was not yet dawn, but the big rooster of Xu Damao's family crowed loudly.

He picked up the bamboo basket in the corner and locked the door again. Then, according to the memory of the original owner, he walked out of the courtyard and walked to the pigeon market two kilometers away.

It was early winter now, and the temperature difference between day and night was large. His clothes were thin, and he shivered a little in the cold wind in the middle of the night.

This is too outrageous, no matter what era he is in, he will never allow himself to live such a life.

"If I can earn money in a while, the first thing to do is to buy a whole body of thicker clothes to wear."

Seeing that they were about to reach their destination, some passers-by began to appear sporadically on the road.

Most of them covered themselves tightly, using either big scarves or cotton masks to cover their faces.

Protecting yourself from the cold is only one aspect, and more importantly, you are afraid of being seen by others. Those ones are so covered that you can't even recognize them.

Jiang Weidong found a big tree in the wind, and opened up the space when there was no one there. He didn't even need a second, and the bamboo basket he was holding was full of eggs.

In fact, the so-called pigeon market is not like a regular vegetable market, with a special venue and a dedicated person to manage it. This is all due to the lack of supplies and the people spontaneously formed it.

In order to avoid being accused of speculating, the pigeon markets in each area are open in the middle of the night. Compared with the vegetable market, the things here can be sold with or without tickets, and there is no limit, as long as you have money , you can buy as much as you want.

After Jiang Weidong plunged into the crowd, he walked all the way to the rear. Just as he put down the bamboo basket in his hand, someone came up to him.

"Brother, with so many eggs, how much do you plan to sell each for?"

When asked about this, Jiang Weidong really couldn't be bothered.

Not only does he know the price of eggs, but he also knows the price of pork, because it has been mentioned in these TV dramas.

So, he said calmly, "Thirty cents if you have a ticket, fifteen cents if you don't have a ticket."

During the conversation, two or three people came up together, it seemed that they should be together, but they started talking with each other.

"His eggs are really good. Not only are they all red-skinned, but they are not small. If you talk about them, they are sold at this price. I think they are really not expensive."

"Yeah, you don't even need to pick it up and weigh it. At first glance, it's a lot bigger than other people's sales. This young man is quite conscientious in selling things."

Jiang Weidong folded his sleeves with both hands, firstly to look more harmonious with the current environment, and secondly because he was indeed too cold.

But this gesture made people feel that he was easy to get close to. He didn't dare to yell loudly, so he only said to the few people around him, "Buy it as soon as you know it's a good thing. Don't say I didn't remind you, everyone. That's all there is to it." Too many, I will go home after selling it!"

A young man laughed, "Brother, there is no one who sells things like you. It doesn't matter whether the things are good or not, you have to boast a few words like it's true."

Jiang Weidong gave a "tsk", picked one up, weighed it, and said, "It's not like you haven't seen the egg guy before. What's there to brag about? Besides, you can see good things at a glance, so there's no need to brag. Let’s put it this way, fifteen cents, it’s clear that the quantity is increased but the price is not increased!”

This young man was so humorous that everyone around him burst out laughing.

One of the elder sisters was the most knowledgeable, she was the first to say, "Okay, young man, pick me twenty big ones, it's almost dawn, I have to go home and make breakfast! By the way , I don’t have a ticket, so I’ll give you three yuan, right?”

"Yes, that's right!" Jiang Weidong grabbed three of them with one hand and put all twenty eggs into the bamboo basket she brought.

At this time, another older man handed over two food stamps, "Give me twenty too, if the egg stamps are gone, I will give you food stamps, and this is two yuan and sixty cents, you counting!"

"I won't count, I trust you!" Jiang Weidong took a handful of change and stuffed it into his pocket, and then put the eggs into his cloth pocket.

Driven by these two people, a basket full of eggs was sold out within a few minutes. Looking at the disappointed eyes of those who were slow to grab them, he really wanted to find a place where no one was around and empty out another basket.

But he, Jiang Weidong, was not a fool. If that was the case, it would be too conspicuous. If he wanted to live a stable life in this era, the most important thing was to know how to keep a low profile, otherwise it would easily arouse the jealousy of others.

He counted the income just now, and the cash he got was nine yuan and thirty cents in total, as well as food coupons for three catties and four taels, and egg coupons for one catty.

It's not a lot of money, but it's a good start.

When Jiang Weidong walked back, he saw that there were quite a lot of people in the first half. After thinking about it, he found another alley without street lights, and took out three catties of pork from the space.

This system is very good, no wonder it is called high-quality pork. In addition to the good quality of the meat, it is also automatically divided according to the catty. This makes Jiang Weidong no need to carry a chopping board and a knife like other butchers. Put it in the basket and find a place to squat.

The three catties of pork looked inconspicuous in the big bamboo basket. Jiang Weidong had no choice but to take the initiative to greet the passing crowd, "Brother, high-quality pork, there is a ticket for [-] cents, and there is no ticket for [-] cents. Come and have a look?"

After hearing what he said, the man stopped in his tracks, but he didn't come over. He frowned slightly and asked, "The one in front of the house is only seventy-seven cents. Why are you so expensive? Could it be Zhu Bajie's meat?" ?”

Is this buddy a scumbag? He can really choke to death with his words!
However, in Jiang Weidong's eyes, people of this era are already very simple compared with later generations. He was not angry at all, but just waved to him and said, "Brother, don't worry, just come and take a look and you will know what I am like." How expensive is it for five cents?"

When the other party approached, Jiang Weidong picked up a catty of meat from the bamboo basket and asked him to take a closer look, "If you want to be fat, you need to be thin. After you buy it home, cook the thin ones, and the fat ones with oil. I will ask you to keep them." No meat residue is wasted, and this can be called high-quality pork."

This buddy looked really good, turned the pork 360 degrees, and didn't find a single flaw.

Instead of buying seven cents and seventy-one catties, it is more expensive than this to remove the fur and pokes.

So, he looked down at Jiang Weidong's bamboo basket, "Eight cents, three catties, I want it, but I don't have a ticket, so I'll take it if it's okay, or we'll talk about it if it's not."

"Take it away! It's all men, so don't talk nonsense!"