Siheyuan: I have a heaven system

From boots to hats and even underwear, all are standard.

The weather here in Bingcheng is already cold, and now it is almost winter, and it is impossible to work without wearing thicker clothes.

In addition to the standard clothes, what is more important is the small books on the two of them, which is also the thing Wang An most wants, the certificate.

On the certificate was written the words of the Manchukuo Ice Rink Police Department, and there were photos and related personal information in it.

Wang An looked at it very carefully. After all, these two documents and the uniform on the ground were the key to his start in the Republic of China.

Apart from these, there were only some coins and silver dollars, and no guns.

In Manchukuo, although the use of silver dollars is no longer allowed in order to promote banknotes, everyone still prefers to use silver dollars for transactions in private.

As for guns, this kind of arms control is still very strict. Even black-skinned patrols can only be collected when going to work, and they can be used to scare people during normal patrols.

But when you get off work, you must hand in such a firearm. At most, you can use a baton to defend yourself and scare people.

After all, a gun is not cheap, so you can take it casually.

If the two patrolmen were really carrying guns, Wang An might not be able to handle it so easily.

After Wang An sorted out the loot and other things, he wiped his body with the prepared water and towel in the system space, and then changed into his uniform.

With the previous experience, he prepared clean water in advance.

After wearing the uniform, it looks a little small, but because it is winter and I wear a coat outside, there is generally nothing wrong with it.

"Then, it's the last thing!"

Wang An took out one of the certificates, replaced the photo with the one he had prepared a long time ago, compared it, and pasted it on it.

Wang An also made two types of photo formats, one is the old style and the other is the new style. No matter what kind of photo is in Bingcheng's ID, don't worry.

After posting it, Wang An took a look. After the photo was replaced, there was no difference at all.

The anti-counterfeiting technology of documents during the Republic of China was still too backward.

When everything was ready, Wang An checked again and returned directly to the Republic of China.

At this time, the sky was not completely bright yet, and there were very few people on the street.

In the cold weather, no one would get up so early for no reason, and even if they went to work, they would have to wait for the sun to dawn.

Holding a baton in his hand, Wang An walked along the street, not seeing anything unusual at all.

"Unfortunately, I was too anxious to kill those two guys, so I couldn't ask clearly about the situation."

It was the "first time" for Wang An to kill someone, so he was a little excited and a little unprepared.

Fortunately, he had paid attention before going to the pier, and knew that there was an oil and grain store nearby, which was exactly his goal.

When he came to the door of the shop, although the door hadn't opened yet, he could already hear voices from inside.

Wang An was not polite, took a baton, and knocked on the door.

"Who is it? Get up so early, don't mess it up, come, come!"

With a somewhat hasty shout, the door panel was quickly removed from the room, and the door was opened.

The guys in the store were a little annoyed at first, but someone knocked on the door early in the morning before going to work, it was so annoying.

But when he saw Wang An wearing a policeman's uniform, his angry face instantly turned flattering, and his voice panicked.

"Boss...Boss, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you!" The man laughed at Wang An again and again, flattering him.

"Buy rice, buy noodles!" Wang An intentionally had a gloomy face, and didn't intend to say too much, so as not to reveal his flaws.

"Yes!" The man nodded repeatedly, "Wait a minute, I'll open the door right now."

The guy is here, hastily removing the board.

And another guy behind him also noticed the situation here, and hurried to the back to inform the shopkeeper.

After Wang An entered the shop amidst the flattering voice of the shop assistant, after a while, he saw a middle-aged fat man in a coat and came out to greet him.

While walking, he even kicked the shop assistant.

"If you don't work hard and offend the boss, I will kick you to death!"

Even though inspectors are just the lowest-level police officers in the police department, they are an existence that cannot be offended by ordinary people.

Of course, it seemed that the shopkeeper kicked quite hard, but it was actually for the good of that guy.

Under normal circumstances, he has already beaten him. For the sake of the shopkeeper, ordinary inspectors will basically not embarrass that guy anymore.

"Okay, let's do business!" Wang An waited for the other party to kick him twice before calling out to stop.

This is more in line with his current status.

"Yes, boss, how much do you want to buy, and I will weigh it for you?"

The fat shopkeeper waved his hand, told the clerk to leave, and received Wang An himself.

Wang An didn't say how much he wanted to buy, and directly took out a large stack of money from his body, put it on the counter, and nodded.

"Boss, do you want to buy so much?" The fat shopkeeper was very surprised.

These days, the price of food is not low, even for ordinary inspections, the salary is not enough to buy too much.

Even when selling grain, there will be certain restrictions, not that you can buy as much as you want.

But Wang An took out this amount of money, but it is definitely not too little!

"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask, hurry up and get the food!" Wang An didn't explain, but replied coldly.

"Yes, yes!" Fatty shopkeeper nodded again and again, not daring to ask again, and soon called his assistant to carry the grain behind.

Wang An knew that his black skin was indeed useful.

It depends on the attitude of the fat shopkeeper. If ordinary people spend money to buy so much food, he may be able to report it directly.

While the guys were running to deliver the food, the fatty shopkeeper also left for a while, and then brought two bottles of wine, two packs of cigarettes, and a piece of wrapped bacon from the house.

It goes without saying that this is to make amends.

Of course, the main reason is that Wang An bought two carts of grain, and the profit was enough, otherwise the shopkeeper wouldn't have sent so many things.

Chapter 320

The shopkeeper delivered the goods, and in a short while, a cart of grain was loaded and shipped.

"Boss, where are you going to send this food? Just tell that guy and ask him to deliver it to you." The fat shopkeeper must have been really frightened by Wang An, and he didn't dare to ask anything.

"Okay!" Wang An nodded, took the things from the shopkeeper, and sat on the board of the mule cart.

The fat shopkeeper followed suit, and when he left, he stuffed Wang An with a few banknotes in his pocket.

"Okay, I know how to do things." Wang An nodded, "Let's go!"

"Boss, go slowly!" The fat boss said courteously from behind.

Although Wang An didn't say a few words from the beginning to the end, but from Wang An's face, the fat shopkeeper can also see that the boss Wang An's temper is not bad.

At least Wang An only took what he should have, and didn't deliberately open his mouth, and he didn't do anything to their buddies.

As for the tobacco, alcohol and meat money sent by the shopkeeper, in fact, it was the profit made from these grains. He didn't make this money, but he certainly didn't lose money if he said it was a loss. At most, he wasted some labor.

It would be great to send Wang An away.

He even thought that if he used this to get involved with Wang An, the boss, and take care of him more on weekdays, he would make a lot of money.

There is a saying that the county magistrate is not as good as the present, and the little devil is difficult to deal with.

Instead of paying a higher price and looking for a higher-level relationship, it's better to give Wang An some sweetness.

Once an accident occurs, it will be very expensive to find a higher-level relationship.

Wang An didn't know what the fat shopkeeper was thinking. After getting into the mule cart, he walked straight forward, and after walking for a while, he opened his mouth.

"Find a place where no one is around and stop the car." Wang An said.

"Hey, yes!" The driver didn't dare to ask why, and hurriedly transported the car to a small alley he was fairly familiar with, to a place where no one was around.

"Okay, let's stop here!" Wang An said, jumped out of the car, and stomped his feet again.

"Okay!" The man quickly stopped the car.

"Well, give me your ID, you can find a place to have some breakfast, and come to pick up the car in half an hour!"

As Wang An said, he took out a one-yuan banknote and threw it on the ground.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, be stricter, and don't tell people everywhere, otherwise..."

"Yes, boss, I understand. I didn't see anything, and I don't know anything." After the guy took out his ID, he nodded repeatedly and handed it over.

After Bingcheng was occupied, the Puppet Manchukuo was established. In order to ensure the tranquility of the city, no matter who went to the streets, they had to bring their IDs. If they were found without IDs, they could be taken directly to the police station for questioning.

After Wang An took the certificate, he looked at it and found that it was very crude and easy to forge.

"Take the money on the ground and go away." Wang An waved his hand.

"Yes!" The man grabbed the money on the ground, turned and ran.

As for whether there will be problems with the mule cart?He doesn't care about these things.

Even if the car is lost, it cannot be blamed on him, it is Wang An's problem.

Don't look at Wang An as just a small patrolman, but facing ordinary people, he has absolute power of life and death.

Although Wang An's attitude is so bad, it is actually considered good.

Even if he was really angry and beat the guy who opened the door and seemed to annoy Wang An half to death, the matter would be nothing.

Like other inspectors, they are more vicious and vicious, just like the two that Wang An killed, they have long been a habit of bullying others.

Wang An watched the buddy leave, waited for a while, and confirmed that no one was passing by, then threw all the food in the car into the portable space, and then walked in with him.

In this mule cart, most of the load is white flour, and only a small bag is rice.

Firstly, people in the north like to eat noodles. Secondly, adding some water to noodles can produce more dry food. Thirdly, in this puppet Manchukuo, ordinary people are not qualified to eat rice.

The shopkeeper Fatty sent this small bag, which is actually a violation of the rules, and he wanted to please Wang An.

When Wang An heard about this from Mr. Guan, he was so angry.

This food is all grown by them, but they can't eat it. What's the reason?

But the current territory controlled by devils is like this, no matter how angry they are, there is nothing they can do.

"No, you have to leave here early, there are too many restrictions in the ice city, even if you have time and space, you can't use it!"

"It seems that we still have to go to the Madier Hotel. There are many Maozi received there, maybe there will be a chance."

"I just don't know whether Maozi's language is difficult to learn."

Wang An changed the patrol uniform on his body, and then returned to the real time and space.

As for the mule cart, it will go there naturally after the buddy has finished eating, so don't worry about that side, the buddy's ID is also placed there.

As long as no one really passes by, don't worry about safety!

Besides, even if it is lost, it has nothing to do with Wang An.

He didn't show the other party the car.

After returning to the real time and space, Wang An used a second-hand tricycle bought for more than 100 yuan, and took the rice noodles to the nearest pigeon market.

The current price of rice and flour is not expensive, which is about three cents and one eight cents, but food stamps are needed.

The ones that Wang An carried in his cart weighed about three hundred catties. If they were sold at [-] cents, they would only be fifty or sixty, which is really not much.

However, since it is sold in the pigeon market, it will definitely not be at the market price. The three hundred catties of rice noodles, not to mention the excess, can still be sold for about 100 yuan.

100 yuan will not be able to buy anything in later generations, but in this era, it is really not a small amount of money.

Wang An didn't get all the food out either. After all, his family had to eat, and he didn't know when the next time he would get food, so he kept some more for insurance.

Otherwise, it would be troublesome to buy and sell by yourself, not to mention losing money.

When he arrived at the Pigeon City, Wang An found the land snake in Shouliang City and sold it directly to the other party.

Wang An only took 80 yuan in his hand. As for the remaining 20 yuan, all of them were exchanged for various tickets.

Like food stamps, cloth tickets, oil tickets, etc., I took a little of each.

Although there was a loss in value, it saved a lot of time. After agreeing to trade again when the goods were available next time, Wang An rode away on an empty tricycle.