The heavens set sail from the courtyard

Chapter 1 Traveling Through the Courtyard

"Brother, is there any stock?" A sneaky figure stood under the wall, whispering to another person.

"what do you want?"

"Is there any meat? Any meat is fine!"

"Do you have money?"

"Yes, I have money." The man excitedly took out a stack of bills to prove that he was rich.

"What kind of meat do you want, pork, chicken, duck, the price is different."

"My wife is about to give birth, and I want to buy an old hen to feed her." The man rubbed his frozen red nose and said.

"An old hen costs 8 yuan each."

"So expensive?" That person probably didn't expect that hens are so expensive.

"The hen can lay eggs, so the price is naturally expensive, and the rooster is cheap, do you want it?"

The man struggled for a while and said, "Can it be cheaper."

"Cheap can't be cheap, but if you buy a hen, you get ten eggs for free. Do you want to buy it or not? Don't hinder my business."

As soon as the man heard about the delivery of eggs, he thought about it and said after a while, "I bought it."

The man on the opposite side opened a small hidden door at the back and took out a bamboo basket. Inside was an old hen weighing four to five catties.

The buyer happily took the bamboo basket, looked at the hen, and said, "Brother, your chicken looks good."

"Of course, if you don't inquire about it, my sixth son is in Pigeon Market. When did the things I sell worse?"

While talking, he took out another small cloth bag. When he opened it, there were ten eggs. The chicken feces on each egg had not been wiped clean, so it was the freshest.

The buyer saw that the goods were good, so he happily gave the money, took the goods and left happily, without saying a word.

The business here is shady.

The seller collected the money, found a hidden corner, and the money disappeared in the next moment.

It was getting late at this time, and the seller saw that the business was dwindling, so he closed the stall, walked slowly to the north of the city, and came to the gate of a large courtyard.

A middle-aged man stood at the gate of the courtyard. He was about 50 or [-] years old, and his hair was a little gray.

When the middle-aged man saw the seller, he narrowed his eyes and said hello.

"Xiao Wang! You came back so late! Where did you go for a walk?"

"Third Master, you have a good harvest today!" The seller, who is familiar with the middle-aged man, teased without jerk:
"Go fishing again!"

The middle-aged man held a fishing rod in his hand and carried a fish basket, and several small fish were wagging their tails.

"I can't eat poorly, I can't wear poor clothes, I can't count and I'll be poor. How can I support my family if I don't lose some fish and teeth for my salary." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"I want to talk about you, Xiao Wang! You're almost 25 this year! You usually spend a lot of money, and you don't know how to save some money for your wife."

"I eat enough for one person, and the whole family is not hungry. How comfortable, what are you doing getting married? Find someone who cares about me!"

The middle-aged man shook his head and smiled wryly, "Why are you as generous as that idiot? You are the only child left in your old Wang family. If you don't get married, how can you pass on the family line? Do you want the Wang family to have no heirs?"

"Third Master, it's a new society now, why do you still have the old idea, there are three ways to be unfilial, and the greatest thing is to have no descendants!"

The middle-aged man was choked up, and his face was a little angry: "In the new society, don't you get married and have children? I think you are a mess. Sooner or later, the old Wang's family will be cut off from all children and grandchildren."

"Having sons doesn't necessarily mean filial sons and grandsons, let me tell you! Children are debts, it's better not to be involved."

Xiao Wang walked into the courtyard at a pace that his relatives did not recognize, completely ignoring the pig liver-colored face of the third uncle.

"Why did Lao Wang give birth to such a fool?"

Xiao Wang walked into the courtyard and greeted people with a smile when he saw them, but most people ignored him and even avoided him.

It can be seen that Xiao Wang's popularity in the courtyard is not very good.

Only a mature-looking man spoke a few more words to him.

"Xiao Wang, come to my house for a drink later!" When the man saw Xiao Wang, he obviously had a different attitude from the others.

"Okay! Brother Zhu, the old rules, you will serve the food later, and I will serve the wine." Xiao Wang shouted happily.

Xiao Wang walked into a room in the backyard of the courtyard, looked at the half-closed window of his house, which was supposed to be closed, sneered in his heart, opened the door and walked in.

It turned out that the door was not locked at all.

Xiao Wang's house is not big, just a [-]-square-meter bunk, except for a bed, a low table, and two small stools, it can be said that the house is bare.

After closing the door, Xiao Wang lay down on the bed, feeling relaxed.

Xiao Wang's full name is Wang Gang. He was originally an unemployed young man in the 21st century, but one day he opened his eyes and realized that he had timetraveled.

After a period of running-in, Wang Gang has adapted to the new world.

Wang Gang is a soul wearer, and the original owner is also called Wang Gang. His ancestors have been tenant farmers for generations.

His father was an ordinary worker in the Hongxing Steel Rolling Plant. He was sent to the original owner to serve as a soldier at the age of 16.

After the memory of Wang Gang's previous life was awakened, he was receiving training in the army, fused with the original owner's memory, and later served as a soldier for several years. It was not until he was 21 years old that he received the news of his father's death that he returned home.

After returning home, Wang just realized that his home was actually the famous Qinman courtyard house, and his home was next door to the home of the hero Shazhu He Yuzhu.

It was at this time that his golden finger awakened.

Wang Gang's gold finger is very simple, not powerful at all, it's just a portable space, 100 cubic meters in size, can store anything, dead and alive, but can't let people in.

After finishing his father's funeral, Wang Gang took his father's place and entered the Red Star Steel Rolling Plant as an honorable worker.

His father, Wang Gui, was a seventh-level fitter in a rolling mill, earning 84.5 yuan a month.

Naturally, it is impossible for Wang Gang to be a seventh-level fitter. He can only start as an apprentice. His monthly salary is only 13.5 yuan, and 27 yuan after he becomes a full-time worker.

60 yuan in the 13s is enough to support a family, but it is enough to support Wang Gang alone.

It's just that Wang Gang is a good young man in the 21st century, how could he be used to the hard and tiring work of a fitter, not to mention that he is still a carnivorous master, 13 yuan is really not enough for him to spend.

After entering the rolling mill, Wang Gang immediately applied for job transfer, wanting to be transferred to the factory driver class and become a truck driver.

At the beginning, he was a transport soldier in the army, and he had learned to drive and repair cars. It was just a factory at that time, and there were many jobs and holes. It was not easy to transfer jobs.

Fortunately, the original owner's father left him some inheritance, two tile-roofed houses, more than 800 yuan.

Wang Gang bought some good wine, meat, and cigarettes with the money, went to the deputy factory manager's house, and settled the job transfer. Soon he became an ordinary truck driver in the driver's class, and his salary was adjusted to 27 yuan.

The salary may not seem to be much, but the hidden income of the truck driver is a lot, not to mention that Wang Gang still has a golden finger to carry with him.

During his missions by car, he would always visit some villages, spend money to buy food and meat, and bring them to the pigeon market for sale.

The things in the space, whatever they put in, come out as they are, there is no problem of rot, and they are guaranteed to be fresh. Sometimes Wang Gang will reward himself by exchanging things for some good things. The small life is very nourishing. Every month You can also earn a hundred or so.

The main reason is that Wang Gang didn't dare to do too much, for fear of problems. The consequences of speculation in this era are still very serious.

(End of this chapter)