Siheyuan: I Actually Crossed into a Stick

"Mom, I'm awake!" Jia Terri said loudly.

"Sister Qin, good morning!" He Yuyu slammed the door and welcomed Qin Huairu in.

Qin Huairu said apologetically, "Rain, the stick didn't bother you, did it?"

"No." He Yuyu said with a smile.

Then he picked up his schoolbag, looked at Qin Huairu and Jia Geng and said, "I'm going to school, if I don't hurry up, I'll be late!

"Sister, goodbye!" Jia Terri waved his hand.

"Well, then slow down!" Qin Huairu ordered.

"Okay!" He Yuyu walked out the door with a smile.

My family has a good relationship with Sister Qin's family, so I feel relieved to leave the house to my mother and son, and go out by myself.

"Bang Terrier, come on, do you see if the new clothes your mother made for you fits?"

Qin Huairu took out a blue-gray coat and asked him to try it on.

(Ask for a flower evaluation)

"Tonight, I'll change it again! I'm going to work, I bought a steamed bun and brought it back for you to eat, ah!"

Qin Huairu put away the new clothes, looked at her son and said, "If you want to sleep, just sleep for a while, I'll be back soon."

"Oh!" Jia Geng knew that his mother went to the canteen of the rolling mill to buy steamed buns.

After all, if you go to the cafeteria, you don't need food stamps, you just need to spend money to buy cafeteria meal tickets. Of course, everyone also has a prescribed amount.

Therefore, in general, Qin Huairu would go to the cafeteria earlier to buy steamed buns, take them home, and give them to the children.

After eating the buns, she went to work.

Steamed buns are much more delicious than wowotou.

Seeing that his mother went to the factory, Jia Geng didn't go to sleep.

Although I didn't go to bed until one o'clock in the morning last night, I suddenly have a way to make money.

That is to write novels, send them to monthly newspapers or something, and earn royalties.

He also thought about the title of the novel, "Only Mother Is Good in the World".

The content is to choose the content of the movie of the previous life "The Wandering Story of the Bitter Child".

The movie does not appear in this parallel world.

"Only Mother Is Good" is the theme song for both films.

There is also a version of "The Wandering Story of a Bitter Child", which is "Mom Loves Me Again" by Wanwan.

However, the content of the latter part is too modern and not suitable for this era.

Chapter [-] Separate consciousness and write in space (seeking evaluation of flowers)

Jia Tereng was stunned for a moment, and quickly took the manuscript to the space.

After all, these things have not been published yet, so it is better not to let my mother see them.

"Oh, Mom, I'm up!"

crunch...

The door was pushed open, and Qin Huairu walked in.

"Eat, I'm going to work! You're just sick, don't run around and play!"

While instructing his son, he handed over two large steamed buns.

"Okay, I see!" Jia Geng picked up the big steamed bun and took a big bite.The steamed buns were still warm, apparently my mother brought them back from the factory and heated them up in a pot.

"By the way, Mom, is there any rabbits in the rabbit nest we made last night?" Jia Geng remembered the rabbit nest that he made with his mother yesterday to catch rabbits.

"Oh, look at me, you forgot!"

Qin Huairu patted her head, a little annoyed, why didn't she think of it.

"Mom, I'll go take a look. I'm familiar with that place anyway." Jia Geng said vaguely, eating steamed buns in his mouth.

"It's too dangerous!" Qin Huairu objected subconsciously!

"Mom, it's okay, I'm afraid of being seen by others and taken away by others?" Jia Ge said.

"This, this is fine. Come back after you read it!"

Qin Huairu was worried about her son's smallness and was worried when she went, but when she thought that she was going to be late for work soon

And the son also knows the place of the rabbit's nest and will be back soon.

After all, the distance is not too far, back and forth for an hour.

"Mom, don't worry! I'll check it out and come back!" Jia Terri hurriedly assured her.

"Yeah. Be careful!" Qin Huairu nodded, still exhorting.

Turn around and go out to work.

Although Jia Terri didn't have a watch, he knew that it was almost 9 o'clock.

Because my mom works [-] to [-].

8 days a week, [-] hours a day, Sunday off.

Unlike later generations, the whole people are 996, or even 007.

Today's nine nights and five nights really mean literally, and overtime is very little.

I got up early in the morning to write a novel, and I was still very hungry. The two big steamed buns were quickly eaten up.

"Not enough to eat, I'm still a little hungry!

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As long as you slowly explore and adjust slowly, I believe you will soon be able to adapt.

When I got home, my grandmother and two younger sisters probably went out to bask in the sun. Now the sun is the warmest, so Jia Geng directly took the weighing scale, and then took two bags for flour and rabbits.Then put the scale and the bag into the space.

The courtyard was also quiet at this time, and they all went to work.

He took out a white rabbit toffee, stuffed it into his mouth, and walked out of the courtyard.

Jia Geng came to the grocery store first, and the paper and pen for writing the novel just now were running out.

So come and buy paper and pens.

"Dizzy!"

Jia Terri was speechless, the money was turned in, where would there be money to buy paper and pens!

(Ask for a flower evaluation)

Chapter [-] The white flour was sold out in a few seconds, and the harvest was great (seeking flower evaluation)

Jia Terri, who had no money, had to come to the black market where rabbits were sold yesterday.

It is said to be a black market, but it is actually very small, just in a small alley.

At this time, it was probably working time, and there were not many people.

However, Jia Geng still transferred some flour from the space and put it in the bag.

Place the bag on the ground and open the mouth of the bag to reveal the white flour.

Crouch down, separate consciousness, and continue to write novels in space.

However, it didn't take a while.

Someone came over and asked the price: "How much is a pound of your white flour?"

"3.5 yuan a pound!" Jia Tereng didn't expect someone to ask so soon.

The man narrowed his eyes and said with great dissatisfaction:

"The fine grain ticket is only 3 yuan, plus a pound of white flour is only 0.18 yuan, and it adds up to 3.18 yuan a pound. How dare you sell it for 3.5 yuan?

"My white noodles are different. I am a rich and powerful powder." Jia Geng explained.

"Really?" The man couldn't believe it.

"Of course, if you don't believe me, twist it and see for yourself!"

Jia Terri said confidently, not afraid of his inspection.

From yesterday's survey, we also know that white noodles are also different.

My own is a high-grade flour.

Fuqiang flour is also called 70 flour, which means 100 catties of wheat produce 70 catties of flour.

The grain store generally sells 85 flour, that is, 100 catties of wheat produce 85 catties of flour.

The less powder you produce, the more refined it will be, and the more valuable it will be.

The food is even better!

"It really is Fuqiang powder." The man twisted some flour, tasted it, and immediately confirmed it.

Grain stores now sell less Fuqiang powder. Fuqiang powder needs a face ticket, which is equivalent to a fine grain ticket of 3.7 taels per pound. Therefore, other places have to sell about [-]-jin.

He hurriedly said to Jia Geng, "Give me 2 pounds."

With that said, the man took out a bag.

After Jia Geng took the bag, he immediately weighed 2 pounds for him.

Then I got 7 bucks.

The man happily held a small bag of Fuqiang powder. He was about to turn around when he thought of something and said to Jia Geng:

"Wait a minute, I'm going to ask the neighbors to come and buy it!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you! But hurry up, or it'll be gone when it's sold out!" When someone came to buy it, Jia Geng couldn't ask for it.

Of course he knew that this Fuqiang powder was not eaten directly as steamed buns and dumplings, which was a bit too extravagant.