Chapter 1 The son is promising
“It’s this era...”
In a slightly shabby bedroom, Chu Heng, who had just traveled through time, stared at the wooden door nailed to the wall with his mouth open. Half a calendar, many labels about this era suddenly came to mind.
Poverty, hunger, chaos, no mobile phones, no computers, no WiFi, no uc browser...
“This is life-threatening!”
Chu Heng scratched his scalp with a frown, and quickly sorted out the messy memories left by the original owner of the body in his mind. He wanted to confirm.
It didn’t take long for him to roughly figure out his current situation.
His name is still Chu Heng. He is 22 years old. He is a veteran. His workplace is Sanliangdian in Sijiucheng. His position is registration clerk. His salary is 45 for a 24th-level cadre. One month’s salary plus subsidy is 45 Block 5, now lives in a large courtyard with two houses. His ancestors were tenant farmers, and his parents were both martyrs. The only remaining family member is his second uncle, named Chu Jianshe, who serves as the deputy director of the Grain Management Office. He has a background Deep Lord.
“There should be no problem with this identity.” Chu Heng let out a long breath, and he felt a little more energetic. He looked at his house in the dim light of the morning.
The layout of the bedroom is extremely simple. The innermost side is an old-fashioned hard board bed with rough workmanship. It seems that the material is made of beech wood. It is very rich and strong. It is estimated that it will be used for another thirty to fifty years. No problem.
In addition, there is a round table and a wardrobe. Judging from the material and style, they should be made by the same carpenter.
There is a briquette stove near the window, with a patchwork black iron chimney extending from the furnace body out of the window.
It is early winter now. The original owner has enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry, so he is very willing to live. Although the weather is not too cold, he still seals the fire in the stove. Even after one night, the fire on the stove lid The kettle still has some warmth.
Chu Heng, who felt his face was oily, quickly stepped forward, picked up the kettle on the stove, and poured some warm water into the red enamel basin on the washbasin stand next to him. He wet his hands with water and wiped some warm water on them. Yizi, washed his face happily.
“A little hungry.”
After wiping himself clean with a yellowish white towel on the shelf, Chu Heng rubbed his shriveled belly, opened the bedroom door and walked into the outhouse.
Just now, he had figured it out.
Since you have traveled through time, you will be blamed for everything. It is only right to live in the present.
Besides, in this era of poverty, there are still many opportunities.
Sneakly hide some antiques, and hoard a few more houses if you have the opportunity. When the great man starts reform and opening up, he will sell the things he has. By then, he will not do anything, but he will still be able to hang out every day...< br>
Chu Heng suddenly froze, frowned and calculated his age at that time, and then his interest waned.
Don’t think about what is available and what is not available, fill your stomach first and then talk about it!
The outhouse is in a mess, with a lot of used and unused junk piled up in every corner.
There is a cupboard against the wall on the north side, which has been stained by the smoke and fire over the years. Next to it is a large vat half as tall as a man, which is used to hold grain.
This tank is quite big, but unfortunately there are not many things in it.
In this era, you have to use tickets to buy everything, and things such as grain and oil are distributed in rations per person. Even though Chu Heng works in a grain store, there is still a certain amount of grain. His grain ration is 32 kilograms, of which 25 There are only seven kilograms of coarse grains such as corn flour and sorghum rice, and only seven kilograms of fine grains, two kilograms of rice, and five kilograms of noodles.
People were short of food and water at this time, and many people would not be full even after eating six or seven large steamed buns in one meal. This small amount of food could keep him from starving to death for a great young man like him.
Chu Heng wandered to the side of the rice vat and opened the wooden cylinder cover covering it.
I saw a few shriveled cloth bags inside, most of them empty. Only two bags had some food in them. One bag contained cornmeal, which could probably hold a large ocean bowl. The other one contained only a small handful of rice, which was too thin even for porridge.
Chu Heng looked at the rice vat in astonishment, his lips trembled a few times, and he gritted his teeth and cursed: "Fuck!" New food stamps will be issued in three days. Obviously, this amount of food will not be enough. That time.
If you don’t want to be hungry, you can only take money to buy at Pigeon Market.
“This bastard didn’t leave any escape route for himself!” Chu Heng cursed at the original owner bitterly, and suddenly he remembered the large warehouse of the grain company that he had guarded before crossing over. It would be great if we could bring the warehouse as well. Let alone being hungry, we can eat one bowl and throw away ten bowls without any problem.
"Huh?"
While thinking about the warehouse, Chu Heng suddenly felt a dizziness. The next moment, he left the messy kitchen and returned to the large warehouse he was responsible for guarding. .
Looking at the mountains of rice, flour, grain and oil in front of him, he was a little confused for a moment.
“Wearing it back again?”
Chu Heng murmured to himself, feeling that all this had become unreal. He took a deep breath, excitedly ran to the warehouse door, and used all his strength to 's pushed.
uc, here I come!
The gate was motionless.
"What's going on?" He patted the door, which was obviously unlocked but seemed to have been welded shut, and looked out through the crack in the door. All he could see was darkness, with no light source in sight.
Chu Heng suddenly fell silent.
Did this warehouse really travel through time with him?
After thinking for a while, he tried to shout in his heart: "Go back!"
Whoosh!
The next moment, he disappeared from the warehouse and returned to the kitchen.
“It’s true!”
Chu Heng’s eyes widened in shock, and his breathing became rapid.
At this moment, he can clearly feel the existence of the warehouse, and he can take whatever he wants!
After a while, Chu Heng calmed down, and soon he saw a thought in his mind, and a large fifty-jin bag of Wuchang Daohua Fragrant Rice appeared at his feet.
"Mom, Dad, your son is going to be successful."
Chu Heng looked down at the heavy rice bag, silently muttered to his deceased parents in another time and space in his heart, and then plunged into I don’t know where it is in the grain and oil warehouse.
When he was guarding this warehouse before, he really didn't pay attention to the types of things inside. He didn't lack the stuttering stuff, so why did he worry about that.
But this time he had to take stock.
In this era of scarcity, the rice, flour, grains and oils in this warehouse are no longer just food. In some cases, these things are better than money!
Chu Heng was like a wild donkey, running around in the warehouse for a while.
After a while, he had figured out the types of materials in the warehouse.
Grains include rice, flour, and cornmeal, and edible oils include peanut oil, soybean oil, rapeseed oil, and blended oil.
He really couldn't calculate the specific quantity. It was too much. The warehouse as big as a football field was filled with rice, flour, grain and oil. He didn't have the energy to calculate the specific quantity.
(End of this chapter)