Chapter 1 Posthumous Son
Duh-duh! The sound of wooden boards knocking woke Su Mu out of his daze.
What he saw was a wooden board supported by two logs as thick as arms.
The clothes were on and the quilt was very thin, so the whole person was already chilled.
A privately built hut is no better than a doghouse.
He closed his eyes and sighed slightly.
Duh duh!Duh duh duh!
The knock on the door sounded again.
I can feel the impatience of the person outside.
"woke up."
"Hurry up when you wake up, you are so tired."
The sound of footsteps came and gradually faded away.
A click.
It was the slight banging sound of the narrow wooden door in the middle of the cotton curtain in the east wing.
Suchuanjun entered the house.
It was definitely warm in the room with the stove burning.
There is a cotton curtain covering the crack of the door.
Su Mu opened the quilt and sat up.
My head is very close to the roof.
He was not allowed to stand up at this height.
Turn around and sit on the side of the bed.
There was a grinding sound under the buttocks.
It was the crunching of reeds and hay on the bed.
Fumbling to put the cotton coat on, Su Mu bent down and moved to the end of the bed. Without getting up, he reached out and pushed the door open.
The sky was pitch black.
Can't tell whether it's night or early morning.
Su Mu exerted his strength on his thighs, and while standing up, he took a small half-step and left the house.
Go back and close the wooden door.
The highest point of the hut built against the wall is only level with the bridge of the Sumu nose.
The kennels in my villa in my previous life were more luxurious than this one.
Su Mu is a lucky time traveler.
Because he witnessed with his own eyes many souls were destroyed during the journey.
Fortunately, he persisted with the energy that annihilated his soul and escaped.
However, good luck has an end.
And they all say that reincarnation is a technical job.
What's more, this kind of halfway reincarnation is a test of skill and luck.
Sumu's good luck seemed to have been exhausted at the moment the time travel ended.
His ultimate identity is that of a posthumous son who lost his father during his mother's pregnancy.
Sadly, he also once again had an adoptive father who worked as a carpenter in a construction factory.
Not only did he have an older half-brother who was only a few months older than him, but he also had a younger half-brother who caused him to fail to continue in junior high school after graduating from high school.
It's either the worst or worse.
At this time, the nominal eldest brother Su Shengli was still sleeping soundly in the warm room.
But he had to be picked up and taken to the ghost market to exchange for coarse grains.
This is the life of a boy who is about to turn 16.
It’s embarrassing for the people who traveled through time.
Su Mu took a breath of cold air, which was so cold that it stabbed into the pit of his heart.
Picking up the ten kilograms of small flour bag next to him, he walked towards the entrance of the compound.
Who said he didn't have a golden finger to help him?
It’s been almost two months since I moved here, and I haven’t even had a full meal yet.
What kind of watch do you wear?What kind of bike do you want?
The ghost market is also called Xiaoshi, the dawn of dawn.
There is a saying in later generations that if you want to understand the characteristics of the old capital, you should go to the market where people in the old capital loved to visit.
I'm talking about Xiaoshi.
When it comes to ghost markets, we can't talk about visiting them, but we should talk about "taking a trip".
The market opens naturally at three o'clock in the middle of the night, and as soon as the sky clears up, it naturally disperses like mist blown by the morning breeze.
It actually corresponds to the sentence: "They get together at midnight and disperse when the rooster crows."
During this period, no one organized or managed it.
The word "trip" explains the risks of this type of a 16-year-old child take this kind of risk alone, and you can imagine Sumu's status in this family.
Su Mu came to Dongxiao City with ease.
This is not the first time for him, and his mental construction is very sufficient.
The street was already bustling with people, but there was no sound from the vendors squatting on the side of the road or the customers wandering around.
There are several street lights on this street. Every few dozen meters, a 25-degree bulb is on, and the light is weak.
Some of the wanderers or vendors had small lanterns, and a few had flashlights here and there.
Looking from a distance, it really feels like a ghostly sight.
Su Mu merged into the crowd quietly, and the look in Su Mu's eyes became much brighter.
It's like going back to the time when I started my business in my previous life, with a familiar smell in my breath.
Strong commercial atmosphere.
Throughout the ages, trading has been nothing more than buying low and selling high.
During the special ticket period, there is no official pricing for products in this market.
Therefore, there is differentiation in product categories.
In addition, the ghost market has a rule of "looking at goods without asking prices, looking at things but not people", which gave Su Mu room to maneuver.
From the opening to the end of the ghost market, there was never any noise, and the whole process was surprisingly quiet.
The stall owners on the side of the road don't know how to introduce or shout loudly, or even say a word, just nodding and shaking their heads.
Su Mu first walked around from east to west. After he had a good idea, he started his habitual operation.
His task was to replace white flour with whole grains, namely white potatoes.
Normally, one kilogram of fine grains can be exchanged for two and a half kilograms of coarse grains, but last week the Beijing Daily reported that the city was supplying 1 million kilograms of sweet potatoes, which also affected the price ratio of coarse grain replacement.
Last night, Su Chuanjun ordered 30 kilograms of sumu.
Almost to 1:3.
This is not a problem for Sumu.
You must know that the reason why the ghost market is called a ghost market and the reason why it has some weird rules is not groundless.
Some people do it purely for livelihood, like the Sumu family.
Some people are doing it for the tooth ceremony.
Some people have some scarce material bills that they want to replace due to their duties...
There is a lot of room for maneuver here.
Sumu changed it four times before encountering milk powder tickets.
An unexpected surprise has come.
The middle-aged man wearing glasses and wearing a Chinese tunic suit with four pockets in the west end, Su Mu smelled the smell of milk on his body when he passed by just now.
Ninety-nine out of ten families have cubs to nurse.
Su Mu walked to the middle-aged man, took out the milk powder ticket and waved it twice.
The two of them came to a corner in unison.
The middle-aged man took out a gray checkered handkerchief from his pocket and put his hand in it. Su Mu followed suit and did the same.
half an hour.
Su Mu shook his head.
The function of the handkerchief is to cover.
There are gestures used to represent numbers. First one finger is stretched out to represent "yuan", and then two fingers are stretched out to represent "jiao".
The middle-aged man was very hesitant when he saw that Su Mu was not satisfied with the price.
Just when Su Mu was hesitant and planning to adjust the price, the middle-aged man took out a few cents and two tickets from his upper left pocket.
A pair of gloves and a pair of rubber shoes.
Su Mu made another gesture under the handkerchief.
The middle-aged man nodded and breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.
The daughter-in-law at home does not have enough milk, the child is hungry and cries all day long, and cannot drink sweet potato porridge all the time.
Poor parents of the world.
Sumu returned to Dongtou, traded 30 kilograms of sweet potatoes, and carried them on his shoulders.
Before going home to do business, you can go to the morning market next door to eat Shao Shao and drink a big bowl of pork noodles.
It’s only 1 cent.
Every Wednesday at the ghost market, Su Mu would come to help exchange rations for his family and himself.
Although there are quotas for coarse and fine grains in the food book, Su Mu is not qualified to eat fine grains.
It should be a kind of compensation for the tuition fees spent in those years of studying in junior high school and high school... I guess.
Fortunately, Sumu can get more of the pie every time with his keen sense of smell and careful observation.
Sometimes two or three cents, sometimes eight cents.
I was lucky today, and I got the equivalent of 8 pounds of pork in my pocket.
(End of this chapter)