Siheyuan: I can always stay out of it

Chen Xu, who was having dinner with Xu Damao at the steel mill, sneezed violently.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know. I always feel like someone is scolding me."

Chen Xu was a little confused. He didn't seem to have offended anyone, and he had even saved Liu Guangqi recently.

"By the way, how many bedrooms does your old house have?"

"Two rooms, what's wrong?"

"That's great."

Xu Damao jumped three feet high, feeling that Chen Xu was really his lucky star.

Chen Xu looked at Xu Damao with a dark face.

"Are you in that hurry?"

"You don't understand. It's so painful to be able to see but not touch."

Chen Xu said, "I understand a lot. When I first got together with Lin Chan, I was even more anxious than you."

Looking up at Sha Zhu, who was yawning while ordering food, Chen Xu suspected that he had gone out to steal at night.

The dark circles under his eyes are getting heavier day by day. I don’t know what’s going on with him.

The next day is Saturday, and Chen Xu plans to go to the black market at night. He wants to get some things to bring back. After all, the things in his space are too new and need to be covered up with some other things.

Since he had no intention of selling anything, the things must be for his own consumption. For example, the cornmeal in his space was real cornmeal, without any corn cobs mixed in.

It’s okay to eat it in space, but if you take it out, people will be suspicious.

Now the purity of his cornmeal is even purer than that in the 21st century. After all, it is decomposed from space, so there is really no impurities at all. You can tell there is a problem at first glance.

Every month he would send food back, part to Lin Chan and part to Chen Dan, which was his biggest monthly expense.

Mixing other cornmeal with his own pure cornmeal was also a helpless move. He also tried to make cornmeal himself, but the decomposition ability of space, how to say it, was indeed useful, but too useful.

Corn cobs can be broken down into flour. Chen Xu tried for a long time but still couldn't make something that satisfied him. At least it looked completely different from the corn flour on the market.

Chen Xu simply changed his method and mixed it with purchased corn flour.

Although this solved the problem of providing food for his wife and cousin, he was even more afraid to sell the food.

It was normal for other people's grain to have some small stones in it, but there was no debris at all in his grain, so it looked problematic no matter how you looked at it. Given how cautious he was, he would rather not make the money than take any risk.

Chen Xu also discovered that his control over space was insufficient, so now in addition to exercising his body in space, he also began to slowly practice making his control over space more detailed.

Although this thing acts according to his wishes, there is nothing he can do if he can't even think of it.

For example, if he wanted to grind corn into flour, it would be all corn flour, nothing else. Not to mention with the tools from the 1960s, even in the 21st century.

There is no machine that can make every tiny grain of corn flour exactly the same, but Chen Xu can do it, and it is a routine operation.

He can even decompose the gold directly from corn.

One ton of corn contains about ten grams of gold, so Chen Xu can easily get a lot of gold powder.

But space can only be decomposed and purified, not synthesized unless there are tools, and Chen Xu himself must know the production process and various details.

Just like he used space to cook, he could cut an onion into any number of pieces, even until it was invisible to the naked eye, but Chen Xu had no way of turning the onion into a whole again.

This invisibly put a lot of restrictions on Chen Xu.

After all, even if he wanted to make something, it would be impossible to do it without technology and machinery.

Not to mention a mushroom cloud, he couldn't even create a small pen refill.

But Chen Xu still has other ideas. If the space can act according to his wishes, when the Internet develops, he will learn programming. Then, the ability to write code will be unmatched by the whole world...

That’s all Chen Xu has achieved. He knows a lot about the future, but he has basically no actual technical skills and he really doesn’t have the ability.

After all, he was just an ordinary person in his previous life. How much could he know? He did do a lot of work to make a living in his previous life, but what use is moving bricks and screwing screws to him now?

Even if he wanted to learn it now, it would not be an easy thing, and he had not yet decided in which direction to develop.

The current space is just a place for farming for him. Other things have little effect on him, but they are not completely useless.

For example, if he really had a gunfight with others, as long as he had enough bullets in his space, he would have unlimited firing rights. After all, whoever had the space to load bullets could do it faster...

Others were responsible for loading, loading, and firing by themselves, but Chen Xu was only responsible for firing...

Chen Xu can really fire 900 rounds of bullets per minute with a sabot pistol with a firing rate of 900 rounds per minute. Of course, the prerequisite is that the gun can withstand it, and he must have so many bullets and be able to withstand such a strong recoil.

When Chen Xu went out at night, he was surprised to see Sha Zhu carrying a bag in the black market.

Now he understood why this guy looked listless all day long. He worked during the day and worked overtime all night. Not to mention Sha Zhu, even Chen Xu, who had space recovery, could stand it.

After all, space can only restore his body, but not his spirit.

Regardless of this guy who valued money over his life, Chen Xu went straight to find Lao Zhou.

"Corn flour, thirty catties..."

"One dollar and seventy cents, fifty-one dollars in total. Do you want to exchange it for food or buy it with money?"

Lao Zhou didn't waste any time and gave a quote directly.

"Food exchange."

Chen Xu decisively took the bag on his back and took it in front of him. Inside was fresh corn kernels. He didn't dare to take out the processed cornmeal, but he was not afraid of the corn kernels. He took a little at a time without anyone noticing.

"Brother, are you very poor? Why don't you keep some for yourself and exchange it for cornmeal?"

"What do you say?"

"It's up to you. Pure corn kernels are three yuan now. Here are twenty kilograms, a total of sixty yuan. I still have to give you nine yuan..."

The two of them exchanged money and goods. This was obviously not the first time this had happened. They did this every month.

"Brother, at least be nice to yourself. You can get some good food every month, but you are still so stingy."

"Good food can't feed a family."

Chen Xu responded casually, but Lao Zhou believed it.

In fact, Chen Xu is not the only one who does this. Many people take the low-priced grains they exchange from grain and oil stores to the black market to exchange for coarse grains. Just as Chen Xu said, some families cannot sustain their food for a month, and they will go hungry if they don't exchange.

In Lao Zhou's eyes, Chen Xu is probably one of them.

Although this guy ate a lot of his dry goods, based on his understanding of Chen Xu, he probably didn't eat those things himself.

Judging from so many dealings they had had, Lao Zhou probably guessed Chen Xu's identity.

I guess he’s the purchasing agent of that factory.

After all, most people can’t eat dry goods, except for those from big factories.

As for which purchasing agent he is, it is hard to say. There are many large factories around the city, including steel mills, textile mills, steel mills, etc.

After the transaction was completed, Chen Xu was not in a hurry to leave. He casually glanced at Sha Zhu in the distance.

"Stranger guys, are you new here?"

Chen Xu is very familiar with this black market. He can recognize the black market members even if they cover their faces.

"Well, a fool, who got in through connections, and can only do hard labor."

Lao Zhou introduced it casually.

Chen Xu smiled, and the two chatted for a few words before he went to the black market.

Old Zhou considered the deal with Chen Xu and cursed again in his heart.

Fuck, I lost again. Why did I tell you the black market price...

Chen Xu naturally didn't know that Lao Zhou was regretting it now. In fact, to him, the loss or gain didn't matter. The main thing was safety.

He was really curious about the deaf old lady now. As for using connections, he couldn't think of anyone else except the deaf old lady who helped Sha Zhu use connections.

This old lady is really quite resourceful. Even though she isn't very useful, small things don't bother her at all.