Siheyuan: My anger system is too good at playing

Jiang Weidong was too lazy to bargain for a few cents in this cold weather, so he stuffed three catties of pork into the opponent's net pocket.

"Brother is a happy person, next time I meet you, I will still buy your meat."

As he spoke, he handed over exactly two yuan and forty-six cents.

Jiang Weidong took Qian Le, "Thank you, but that's pig meat, not mine, please go slowly!"

Now I can't sell it anymore, I have to know how to accept it when I see it.

Besides, he was so cold that he started to crack his upper and lower teeth.

It was already past five o'clock in the morning, and although it was still dark, the sound of "squeaking" brooms could be heard everywhere on the road, and many sanitation workers were already cleaning the streets.

He walked home the same way, and ate two deep-fried dough sticks and a bowl of warm tofu nao at the breakfast stall at Jiaodaokou.

Good guy, it's only a few cents at the checkout, and Jiang Weidong can't help but feel like he's whoring for nothing.

After returning home, he threw himself on the bed to catch up on sleep.

Anyway, now that I have more than a dozen dollars on my body, I can wait until I wake up to talk about everything.

Jiang Weidong slept much more solidly this time than last night.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already past ten o'clock in the morning.

Because of the cloudy weather outside, it also became cold inside the house.

"Is the original owner a cultivator?"

"In such a cold day, with only a few pieces of firewood at home, how did he survive all these years?"

Complaints belong to complaints, Jiang Weidong still followed his memory, dug out the coal purchase book at home from under the bed, and went straight to the coal shop at the entrance of the alley.

Since the beginning of the Republic of China, people in the capital basically have fire pits in their homes.

In the early days, apart from selling coal, the coal shop had another job: sawing wood, chopping firewood, and piling it into piles.

There are still many poor families who cannot use chimneys or burn coal.

Later, in the 50s, the country built a mechanism briquette factory in Suojiafen on the edge of the city, which could produce coal on a large scale.

After 60s, the coal supply starts by piece.

The coal shops are densely distributed, just like the convenience stores in the 21st century, the purpose is to facilitate the lives of ordinary people.

The planned economy is really cruel.

Jiang Weidong waited in line for a long time, but he only bought [-] catties of firewood and [-] catties of briquettes.

And it is worth emphasizing that chopping firewood is a one-month supply, but that one hundred catties of briquettes is a whole year's supply!

He shook his head helplessly. It seems that the life that can be won with a golden finger is someone else's life.

Next, I still have a lot to do!
Thirty catties of firewood cost nine cents, and one hundred catties of briquettes cost one yuan and fifteen cents.

After he paid the money, the other party also stamped a small square stamp on his coal purchase book to prevent repeated purchases.

The people from the coal shop delivered all the firewood and briquettes to his home, and piled them in the corner of the courtyard behind the building.

Of course, people are not voluntary labor.

For their trip, Jiang Weidong paid the price of two eggs.

With firewood and coal, the house warmed up quickly.

He took out a catfish, two eggplants, and a few strands of parsley from the space.

As the saying goes, stewed eggplant with catfish will kill the old man.

I can't blame myself for being greedy. The system gave so much food at the beginning of the game, which shows that even an AI knows that people depend on food.

To be able to eat enough to eat well in this era can definitely be regarded as a master.

In fact, making this dish is quite particular.

You should use a casserole first and simmer slowly on a slow fire, so that the catfish will be fat but not greasy, the eggplant will be soft, tender and deep, and the meat and vegetables will be matched for a balanced nutrition.

But the current conditions at home are the same as this, so what kind of bicycle do I need?

Jiang Weidong took all his things to the public pool in the yard and washed them clean.

Then I put the small aluminum pot on the stove, put the catfish into the pot, covered the pot, and put the chopped eggplant aside for later use.

Not long after, the smell of stewed catfish wafted out through the crack of the door.

It stands to reason that he lives in the back room of the fifth entrance, even if there is a strong wind of force ten outside, the smell of the stew will definitely not be able to waft into the first three.

But the neighbors who were picking up firewood in the four courtyards couldn't stand it. The speed of this person-to-person transmission is nothing to say.

Within a few minutes, the entire courtyard knew that Jiang Weidong's house made delicious food.

Even he himself didn't expect that one catfish and two eggplants could make every family think of him.

"Hey, smell it, is this the smell of stewed catfish?"

"I smelled it, and the smell of this stewed fish is really delicious. The last time our family ate fish was in summer."

"Which is your home, everyone's home! It's winter, firewood, briquettes, everything has to be bought. If the moonlight shines on it, it will cost several dollars. Where will the money come from?" ? It’s all saved from the mouth!”

"That's enough, let's pick it quickly, we just eat Chinese cabbage, the life of potatoes, so don't blame others!"

When the two of them were talking, they couldn't help sniffing their noses vigorously, hoping to use the smell of catfish to comfort the glutton in their stomachs.

It's not just the two of them who do this, there are also many children in the courtyard, they all ran to the courtyard to play, and when they were playing, they were attracted by the smell of catfish and were even more reluctant to leave up.

If you want to talk about following the taste, there is also the third master Yan Bugui.

But he was more elegant and more principled.

When people are in their own homes, open the windows and let the fragrance float in by themselves.

Or only in this way can he feel that he is poor and ambitious.

At least a trace of the arrogance of a literati is retained.

He stood by the window, fanned slowly with a fan in his hand, and closed his eyes to gently sniff the cold air, looking very intoxicated.

The third mother was very puzzled when she saw this, "I said, Lao Yan, it's going to be the twelfth lunar month of winter, you open the window and fan it, you are not cold, are you?"

When Yan Bugui answered her, his eyes were still closed, "What do you know, this way you can fan the smell of catfish into your home."

The third mother "chirped" and said, "Come on, let's enter first in the front yard, and Jiang Weidong's house is fifth at the back. If there is a strong wind that can blow the smell of catfish, we may The roof cannot be kept."

Seeing that Yan Bugui didn't pay attention to her troubles at all, she could only say, "Oh, I said you should close the windows quickly, because the heat in the house has finally accumulated so much, I asked you to let it out. "

"Besides, if you catch a cold, you can take medicine or get an injection, so why don't you spend money?"

Eh, that makes sense.

Why didn't I think of it before.