Siheyuan: The start of the game is bound to the self-killing system

"Hahaha...Third Master, where do you usually go fishing? Do you know the river where the ice is very thin?"

He Zhiqiang looked at his vigilant look, laughed and told him his purpose.

"So that's how it is. Why are you looking for this thin river with ice?"

Yan Bugui originally thought that He Zhiqiang wanted to go fishing with him, but when he heard about it, he wanted to know where the ice was thinning.

"Look at my body, right? I heard from the old man that winter swimming is better for strengthening the body, so I want to go swimming on the thinner ice."

He Zhiqiang looked at him and said sincerely.

"Winter swim, it's time for you to exercise. Let's go fishing with me at six o'clock tomorrow morning. I know a few big brothers who swim in winter. I will introduce you to each other then."

Looking at him like this, Yan Bugui didn't seem to be lying to him, and it was time for his body to exercise.

"Okay, third master, you are busy first, and I will come to see you tomorrow morning."

After He Zhiqiang finished speaking to him, he pushed his bicycle and walked towards the middle courtyard.

Yan Bugui looked at his back, this kid looked a little strong from behind.

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Xu Damao's house in the backyard

As soon as Xu Damao entered the room, he sat down at the table and shouted at Lou Xiaoe.

"Xiao'e, I'm hungry!"

Lou Xiaoe was still lying on the bed in the room when she heard the door slamming and Xu Damao's shout.

"I'll cook later. What happened to you today? Did you take gunpowder?"

Lou Xiao'e got off the bed and buttoned her cotton coat, walked up to him and asked.

"Isn't that He Zhiqiang showing off his bicycle, you say I can't beat this stupid column, and I can't beat his cousin?"

Xu Damao glanced at her and said to her.

"Can't you get along well with the people in the yard? He Zhiqiang bought the bicycle, let him show it off. When you have a bicycle later, you can show it off. I'll cook when it's done."

Lou Xiaoe rolled her eyes at him, she really didn't know how he fell in love with Xu Damao in the first place, the neighbors still depend on her.

"I don't have a bicycle ticket! If I had a bicycle ticket, I would have bought it!"

Xu Damao looked at her back and patted the table, walked to the bed and began to take off his clothes...

The next day, He Zhiqiang got up early in the morning, and it was only five o'clock.

He Zhiqiang stood at the door so cold that he rubbed his hands together and put them to his mouth, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Looking at the black lights outside, is there anyone in this pigeon market?

He Zhiqiang wanted to go to the Pigeon Market to buy some saplings and vegetable seedlings to plant the empty fields of Space Farm.

Every time he sees so many open spaces empty, he always feels a bit at a loss.

This pigeon market is also a black market where you don't need a ticket to buy things, you just need to give money. After all, He Zhiqiang doesn't have too many tickets.

This is the same with the Goubi system. It only gives him a big black bag but not a ticket, and it also gives him a bicycle ticket. At least he was given one.

This big black will stop circulating on April 1964, 4, although it can be taken back at that time.

But wouldn't he be suspected if he took hundreds of big black picks?

It's better to pick up these big black flowers as soon as possible. In this era, materials are still the most important.

He Zhiqiang rode his bicycle to Pigeon City in Xicheng. He first parked his bicycle by the wall not far away.

Then he took out a ball of cotton thread clothes from his trouser pocket, and he quickly took it apart.

At first glance, he used scissors to cover the trousers, which turned out to be hair trousers, and cut three holes.

It happened that the eyes and nose were exposed. If he stood beside the bicycle in such a way, if people saw him, he would definitely say that he was a bicycle thief.

He Zhiqiang looked at the dark sky, and walked towards Pigeon City, where he had to go fishing with the third master at six o'clock.

As soon as he entered the pigeon city, coupled with the dark sky, the whole pigeon city had a sense of oppression surrounding He Zhiqiang.

The current pigeon market is no different from the vegetable market except that the atmosphere is a bit serious, not as noisy as the vegetable market.

The stall owners and buyers of each stall communicate quietly, buy if you can, get up and leave if you can’t.

Along the way, He Zhiqiang looked left and right at the various stalls, and saw rice on one of the stalls.

With the light yellow light shining on the rice, it is not difficult to see that the quality of the rice is still good.

"Auntie, how much do you sell this rice for a catty, I'll buy it all if it's cheaper."

He Zhiqiang squatted in front of her stall and grabbed a handful of rice. After looking at it, it should be good rice, but it was a little short, only a sack.

"Young man? If you have food stamps, the market price is 100 cents a catty. If you don't have food stamps, it's 50 cents a catty. If there are more than [-] catties here, I'll sell it to you at the price of [-] catties. Just give me [-] yuan." "

The stall owner looked He Zhiqiang up and down and began to quote truthfully.

"Okay, I'll take all the hundred catties, 50 yuan."

He Zhiqiang took out a wad of money from his pocket, took out five big black picks and handed them over.

If he had food stamps, he wouldn't come here. He himself felt a bit like a thief, and he couldn't see the light when he bought something.

"Okay, young man, I'll get you a rope to tie it up."

The stall owner's lady looked at the five big black and smiling ones and called them brilliant. She didn't expect that they were sold out as soon as she opened the stall, and she enthusiastically helped He Zhiqiang tie the sack.

He Zhiqiang put a hundred catties of rice on his shoulders in one hand, and walked forward. This action stunned the aunt.

I didn't expect this young man to look so thin to have such great strength.

It seems that people can't be judged by appearances.

He Zhiqiang walked to a dark corner, put the rice in the storage space, and walked around the pigeon market again.

"What kind of vegetable seedlings are these?"

He Zhiqiang saw a booth with cultivated vegetable seedlings instead of vegetable seeds.

"This is cabbage, white radish, lettuce, spinach... I don't know what kind of vegetable you want? I still have vegetable seeds here."

The stall was an elderly man, who glanced at He Zhiqiang, pointed to various vegetable seedlings and started talking to him.

Along the way He Zhiqiang walked, many stall owners and buyers looked at him one after another. After all, whoever is free is wearing a hood.

Moreover, all the people who can come to this pigeon market are regular customers, most of them know each other, and there are also sentinels.

He Zhiqiang was wrong about the password just now, and he was only allowed in by giving the sentry one yuan.

"I'll buy as much as you have, and I'll also buy your vegetable seeds."

He Zhiqiang looked at the vegetable seedlings and said that they were growing well.

"Really? I'll give you all these things, how about you give me 15 yuan?"

The old man stood up excitedly and said tentatively to him.

"Okay, sir, this is 15 yuan."

As He Zhiqiang said, he took out money from his pocket, counted 15 yuan and gave it to him.

"Someone is coming, run, run!"

Suddenly, a young man's shout came from a distance, and the voice became farther and farther away.

"Boy, I'll run first, these are all you."

After the uncle finished talking to him, he put the money in his pocket and ran towards the distance, looking back from time to time.