Rebirth in 1963, starting from escaping from the bridal chamber

"That's right, I bought a hen from the man inside a few days ago."

"He said the hens he sold could lay eggs, and he charged me an extra two cents."

As Zhao Heping spoke, he pointed at Feng Baoliang, who was holding a hen and sneezing in the market.

"As a result, after I went home and raised them for a while, the hens didn't lay eggs at all."

"This man lied to me."

"I'm angry because he's unkind, so don't blame me for being unjust!"

"Gingerbread, I know that you are related to Red Sleeves. As long as you can bring Red Sleeves to check him once, you will be doing me a favor."

As Zhao Heping spoke, he took out the money from his body, counted two dollars and put it into Gingerbread's hand using the faint light of the flashlight not far away.

Gingerbread held the money in his hand and understood what was going on. He immediately lowered his guard and felt funny.

"So that's why?"

"I know the hen seller, and I saw it just now. The hens he sells are indeed old and can no longer lay eggs."

"Are you very angry? Just because you spent an extra two cents on a hen that doesn't lay eggs, you come here and spend two cents to mess with him?"

Zhao Heping didn't talk nonsense to him and asked directly: "Will you help me with this?"

"Help! Why don't you help?! You're a bastard if you don't have money." Gingerbread said and collected the money.

This is only two yuan, and the monthly salary of an ordinary worker is only about 30 yuan.

Earning two yuan at a time is equivalent to two days' wages of an ordinary worker.

Isn't it just a guy who sells hens?

Easy thing.

"However, I am only helping you. I can't accidentally hurt others, so I need to check with everyone beforehand." Jiangbian emphasized.

He was working in the pigeon market for a living, so he couldn't bring down some old guys just because he earned two dollars.

If that were the case, he'd be done with it here.

Zhao Heping didn't care about this at all: "Okay, then you can look at the arrangement. I have no objection."

Gingerbread nodded and walked around Pigeon City, saying hello to some people he knew in advance.

As a result, the entire Pigeon City began to have an undercurrent.

Many people choose to leave.

Feng Baoliang was completely unaware of this. He came here just to sell old hens, and he was only thinking about the people who came to buy things.

It's just that he always sneezes, which makes people who want to buy them stay away for fear of catching a cold.

Wang Baojiang wandered around the pigeon market but could not find any trace of Zhao Heping. When he was confused, he heard a series of sneezes from Feng Baoliang.

Although everyone was wrapped up tightly, the sound of sneezing still sounded familiar to Wang Baojiang.

Knowing that he must be an acquaintance, he approached Feng Baoliang, looked him up and down, and prepared to get close to see if he could find out where Zhao Heping was.

As a result, he looked up and down like this, which made Feng Baoliang unhappy at first.

He shouted angrily to Wang Baojiang, "Are you going to buy hens?"

It's best if he's the one buying chickens. If not, looking him up and down like this is just looking for scolding.

Wang Baojiang heard the sound of the urn, and for a moment he didn't recognize it was Feng Baoliang.

But I heard the other person's tone was quite aggressive, so I smiled and said, "It's not impossible to buy hens."

"I just have something I want to ask you for help with."

"If you knew, then I would buy your hen."

He also thought that if the other party was an acquaintance and someone from the steel rolling mill, it would be best to find out the whereabouts of Zhao Heping.

Feng Baoliang was a little unhappy when he heard this.

Yesterday, he faced the wind for several hours and fell several times before returning to the city. Not only was his nose and face swollen from the fall, but he also had a bad cold.

In addition, he reported Zhao Heping, but it turned out to be a mistake, and he was always in a bad mood.

When he heard that Wang Baojiang didn't want to buy hens, he lowered his face and said, "You, if you want to buy, pay for it. If you don't want to buy, just stay away. Don't delay me from selling chickens."

After saying that, he couldn't help but sneeze several times.

And this sneeze was directed at Wang Baojiang without hesitation.

Wang Baojiang felt quite uncomfortable.

However, Feng Baoliang's voice did feel familiar to Wang Baojiang.

So he took out his money, took out three yuan, and said, "Buy it, why not buy it?"

"But let me ask you something first. After I finish asking, I will buy it."

He searched around but couldn't find Zhao Heping, so at this time, he placed his hope on Feng Baoliang, who was setting up the stall.

When Feng Baoliang saw that the other party had taken out the money, his attitude finally softened. He nodded and said, "Okay, then you ask, what's the matter?"

"If I knew, I would tell you."

Wang Baojiang knelt down, approached Feng Baoliang, and asked him in a low voice: "You are also from the No. [-] Steel Rolling Plant, right?"

"Do you know Zhao Heping from the factory screening room?"

As soon as these two questions came out, Feng Baoliang broke into a cold sweat.

You know, strictly speaking, it is illegal to come to the pigeon market whether you are buying or selling.

Everyone was wrapped up tightly for fear of being recognized.

Even he himself was no exception. He was covered with only one pair of eyes. As a result, someone actually knew that he was from the No. [-] Steel Rolling Plant and asked him if he knew Zhao Heping?

What do you mean?

"Who are you?!" Feng Baoliang asked warily.

But he had a bad cold, and until now, Wang Baojiang across from him didn't recognize who he was.

"Don't worry about who I am, just tell me whether you know Zhao Heping or not?" Wang Baojiang was unwilling to reveal his identity, so he did not answer Feng Baoliang directly.

Feng Baoliang was even more vigilant. He always felt that the person in front of him was a bit inexplicable.

At this moment, someone shouted: "The red sleeves are coming——!!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The words "Red Sleeves" made everyone around him panic.

No matter they were buying or selling, no one wanted to be caught by the red sleeves, so they dispersed one after another.

Feng Baoliang was also surprised. He quickly picked up his old hen and prepared to run away.

"Okay, you're just speculating, buying and selling supplies, and you still dare to run away?!"

"Grab it!"

Red Sleeve emerged from the corner, rushed forward, held down Feng Baoliang, and caught him.

Another red sleeve who was traveling with him directly twisted Wang Baojiang's arm and held him captive.

"I also caught those who came to buy supplies."

"Take it back and interrogate it together."

Two red sleeves escorted Feng Baoliang and Wang Baojiang, and led them away directly.

After the red sleeves left, the pigeon market slowly returned to normal, buying things when it was time to buy things, selling things when it was time to sell things, without being affected at all.

"Why did those two people provoke the red sleeves just now?"

"I know. I heard that the guy who was selling hens was passing them off as substandard ones. The hens he sold were expensive, and he also deceived others into saying they could lay eggs. But when people bought them back, it was not the case at all, so he came back to report it. he came."

"Oh, so that's it? You deserve to be caught!"

Everyone suddenly realized that it was not just for them.

If you pass it off as good, you deserve to be reported.