Traversing the courtyard

Chapter 4 Swap rice for sharp knives
The rental house is prepared for everything, but the medicine is not prepared. At the age of just graduation, there will be no small illness such as a cold all year round. It is a waste to prepare the usual medicine. At this time, Yi Wei has some regrets, why not prepare What about some?

It's too late to regret now.

I drank a bowl of porridge, ate a few pieces of boiled beef, and dealt with it in the morning.

The reeds were used up after the two boiled water, and the hairy eggs were pulled by hand before.

Yi Wei directly chopped down the reeds with a bone-chopping knife a little further away, gathered a bundle and sent them into the space. At noon, he would go back and take them out, spread them out to dry, and use them at night.

After using lunch, put all the porridge in the rice pot out. After brushing it clean, knead the noodles directly in the rice pot. Fortunately, there is yeast powder. After the noodles are alive, cover the pot and wake up the noodles.

After waiting for a while, I pressed the lid on the pot with a big stone, and returned to the place where I encountered He Yuyu yesterday, waiting, hoping to meet He Yuyu again.

Although the white-faced steamed buns were snatched away by the stick in the end, he could get help from He Yuhui in times of difficulty, and perhaps he could solve the problem of his lack of identity through He Yuhui.

At this time, although there is no ID card, the household registration system has long been established. Now I am a black household, and I dare not even enter the four-nine cities. I don’t know what the policy is for black households, but I dare not take risks.

After that time yesterday, there were quite a few people passing by, but unfortunately there was no rain.

Can only turn around in disappointment.

After returning home, the white noodles had already risen, so I quickly added water in a steamer, put on a grate, and took out the coffee table as a chopping board to make steamed buns.

When I was in high school, I learned from my mother. I haven't done it for a few years. This time, I did a good job. In the end, I found that there were fewer noodles, and there were still a few free spots.

It doesn't matter how much flour to live next time.

When the pot was fired, it didn't take long for the aroma of steamed buns to float from the pot.

In these times of hunger and cold, there is nothing more tempting than this aroma.

The porridge I drank at noon has long been digested. After steaming, put it aside, lift the lid, and let out some heat.

Turn around and put the pot on the hot water.

Yi Wei found that even if you don't use a container to hold it, you can put hot water directly in the space. As long as you use your mind to gather them together, it will not affect other items, just like in the space without gravity. Float changes position.

This time, I didn’t want to use bottled water for steaming the steamed buns. I used the hot water that was boiled yesterday. After cooling, I used gauze to filter out the impurities. Then I steamed the steamed buns and used pond water directly. The steamed buns tasted too much.

The steamed buns made by him are big or small, and there is nothing wrong with the others. After drinking the porridge, he ate two small steamed buns with vegetarian food. Yi Wei felt that his stomach was much more comfortable, and he should be able to eat normally tomorrow.

Thinking about it again, it will still be the same tomorrow, porridge, steamed buns, and dishes brought by Luo Xingzhou. I didn't prepare pickles before, and I didn't buy vegetables to cook by myself. I eat takeout every day, and there is no food left.

Sorry, if there are some pickles, chili sauce, etc., and if you have rice and noodles, you can stay here and take care of your body for a while, but if you don't have vegetables, you can't eat steamed buns and porridge every day.

I have to keep it for coarse grains, or will I go begging after I finish eating?
You are an adult soul, but you can't keep your face down to beg for food, let alone if you are not rich, how can you have extra food for you.

Now I only hope that I can catch the line of He Yuyu. Entering the compound may solve the problem of being a black household. Without a household registration, I can only find a place in the suburban mountainous area to reclaim a few acres of mountainous land.

But that is still a black household, and it is still inconvenient to have no account.

After brushing his teeth and washing his feet, he took out the double bed and counted the stars to spend the second night of six or five years.

After breakfast in the morning, Yi Wei opened the beer box, peeled off the innermost layer of paper, and packed six packs of rice, each pack was about a pound, and there were many plastic bags with the name of the supermarket on them. Can't get it.

Only this layer of paper in the carton can be used as wrapping paper.

Sending everything into the space, Yi Wei, with a bag of rice in his pocket, walked along the dirt road to the Red Star commune near the Red Star Rolling Mill, to see if he could exchange some money or pickles.

This piece has been begging for food before, and I am familiar with it. To the west of the rolling mill is the smelting plant, and then to the west is the Red Star Brigade. Not far from the rolling mill to the east is the third cotton spinning factory in Beijing where He Yuhui goes to work, and then to the east It is the Red Star commune.

Opposite the rolling mill is a family compound of the factory, where most of the employees of the three factories live.

It took half an hour to finally reach the Red Star Commune. There are only shops on the road in the middle of the commune. From the west end, there is a large open space. Some nearby farmers come to sell some chicken coops, dustpans, and other rural supplies. A blacksmith strikes iron on the spot, and sells some small pieces of iron, such as sickle heads, sharp iron nails on both ends of the beam head.

Passing through these small stalls, there are public stalls such as supply and marketing cooperatives, pork stalls, vegetable stations, and purchasing stations.

It was unfortunate that Yi Wei came. Today is the day of the market. There are people coming and going on the street. It is not realistic to find someone to exchange rice now. It can only be done sneakily in the afternoon.

After walking around the street, Yi Wei returned to the blacksmith's place. When he was passing by, he fell in love with a single knife that had been edged. The blade was about 25cm long. The handle was wrapped with a rag and bought. Can be used for self defense.

It's too dangerous to sleep in the wild by yourself, and you can't beat a wild dog now.

Yi Wei squatted in front of the booth, picked up a single knife, and looked at it carefully. The back of the knife was 4 mm thick, and the blade was carefully ground and very sharp.

The guy watching the booth looked at the tattered clothes on Yi Wei and said:

"Don't touch it if you don't buy it. Looking at your outfit, can you have the money to buy it?"

Yi Wei has the memory of Mao Dan, and he can't change his face for such words. He put down the single knife and asked, "How much is this knife?"

"Yo, do you have that much money? This single knife costs 5 cents."

So expensive! That's enough for 30 pounds of radishes.

"I have no money"

The young man interrupted Yi Wei's words directly and said:

"If you don't have money, leave quickly, it will delay my business."

Yi Wei leaned closer and said in a low voice, "I can replace it with two kilograms of white rice, okay?"

The boy was a little disgusted, and when he heard that Yi Wei was willing to exchange rice, he asked in surprise:

"Do you have rice?"

Yi Wei took out two paper bags from his pocket and patted them.

The boy said, "Wait a minute."

He stood up and took two steps back, and whispered a few words to the middle-aged man who was working on the iron. The middle-aged man put the guy in his hand aside, walked to the back of the stall and squatted down, and asked, "Do you have rice?"

Yi Wei handed the paper bag in his hand to the man, who first weighed it in his hand and said:

"You're not good enough!"

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