Siheyuan: The Villain's Cool Life

Friday is the chef.

This week is clearly arranged.

Shen He is only level one, but I don’t know if he can take more levels on the same day.

"Hello comrade, I have a question."

"Well, you ask."

“For example, for a chef, I think my cooking skills are at level 6, but I’ve never taken a chef’s license before, so how do I sign up?

Can I only take the exam one level at a time, or can I skip levels directly? Or can I take the exam from the lowest level up?"

“You need to ask the teacher on the day if they have time to schedule multiple exams for you.

If there are too many people taking the exam that day, the teacher won’t be able to do anything, what do you think, comrade?”

“Well, thanks, I see.

How much do I need to pay to schedule these exams?

The female comrade took over the five jobs written by Shen He.

“Comrade, the electrician doesn’t need any money, it’s free.

The driver and the doctor don't need it either. The carpenter and the cook each need 3.5 yuan, so you need to give 7 yuan."

"Okay, can I sign up here?"

"Of course, but comrade, if you don't show up on that day, it will be considered that you gave up the exam, and the money will not be refunded."

"Okay, I know. Thank you for your help, comrade." Shen He paid the money.

"No trouble, serve the people."

Take a registration slip.

That's it.

Got it at 8am on Tuesday.

Now that everything is fine, let's go back.

Shen He left the union and rode his bike to Panjiayuan, which is actually the largest pigeon market.

At this time, and today is Monday, there are already crowds of people.

But they are all bought, and very few are sold.

Shen He had sharp eyes and noticed that many of the people didn’t look like they were here to buy things, so their identities... were self-evident.

There are also some with shifty eyes, it seems that there are Buddhas here.

However, Shen He parked the car with a smile and paid a 5-cent parking fee.

Carrying a bamboo basket, I entered the pigeon market.

Chapter 37 Trying Space Farming

It is now August.

The wheat has been harvested and the corn has been planted, but there is not much work to do in the fields. The key is that there is no water at all, and it is not certain whether the corn can survive.

So many farmers formed groups and secretly ran out to the mountains to dig wild vegetables, take bird eggs, and eat wild game.

I couldn't bear to eat it after I got it, so I brought it to Beijing to see if I could exchange it for something to eat.

Shen He saw a man selling chickens.

There are three roosters and hens in total. Although they are not fat, they are very energetic.

A rooster gets 10 jin of cornmeal, and a hen gets 15 jin of cornmeal.

And they don't want cornmeal, they only want cornmeal.

He obviously knew that those who lived on cornmeal couldn't afford his chicken, so he might as well go after the rich.

Rich people don't lack food.

Just missing something fresh like this.

This is 40 kilograms of cornmeal. If you eat it sparingly, it will be enough for a family to survive for three months until the corn harvest.

Shen He was wearing a mask anyway.

"Old man, 40 pounds of cornmeal. Please tie up your chicken for me."

Shen He has been watching here for a long time. The old man never bargains for anything and just gives a fixed price.

He just happened to be short of chicken.

He carried the basket over, opened the lid, and took out a small cloth bag.

"You can take a look at this: real cornmeal, nothing fancy, a full 40 jin."

Putting a picture

The old man weighed it with his hand and estimated it roughly, then opened the bag, looked at it carefully, and nodded.

Shen He was just about to talk about the bag when the old man took out three eggs from his pocket and pointed at the bag.

You have to...suffer a little loss.

Shen He took the eggs, stuffed the three chickens into the bamboo basket, and continued walking forward while carrying the eggs.

Not bad, what did Shen He see? Someone was buying five wild boar pups.

Just one month old.

But people only look at it, no one buys it.

But there are a few people gathered here, neither buying themselves nor letting others buy.

Money is rarely used in transactions in the pigeon market, and transactions are basically barter.

There is a group of people active in the pigeon market now, they are called profiteers.

These people collect everything, want everything, and can give you any information you want.

As long as you have money and supplies.

But this kind of person is just a stickler, and once you meet him, you can't get rid of him.

Shen He didn't want to provoke such a person.

But he also wanted these wild boars.

Not to mention anything else, roast suckling pig or something else, it’s all fine.

As Shen He approached, several people surrounding the stall turned their eyes over.

"Master, what do you think of this brat?"

"Corn noodles, nothing else. One is 50 jin of corn noodles. If you want five together, just give 5 jin."

Shen He smacked his lips. Well, this is really expensive. 200 kilograms of corn flour, who can afford it at this time? He shook his head and turned away.

The key point is that there are a few profiteers here, and in the end these pigs will probably be robbed by them.

Well... well, I have an exam tomorrow, if I don't have time to touch them, I'll have to wait until tonight.

Coincidentally, Shen He was in need of a set of carpentry tools, and someone came here to sell them. He had wanted to buy this for a long time.

And it's obvious that this tool belongs to an old carpenter.

"Master, what do you call this tool?"

"I'll give you 200 kilograms of food. You can take the things with you. These belonged to my father. Now that he's gone, there's no point keeping them. I haven't even learned his craft. It's better to buy some food with them."

"200 pounds?"

"Comrade, anything is fine as long as it's not cornmeal."

"Adults can eat whatever they want, but there's a two-year-old at home who can't eat whole grains. Sigh..."

"Understood. So, take your things and wait for me at the exit over there. I'll be out in a bit, and I'll give you 200 kilograms of pure cornmeal."

"really?"

"Why did you lie to me?"

"Okay, thank you, brother, thank you so much, I'll wait for you." The man said as he carried the toolbox to a cart and pushed it away.

It seems that this toolbox is not light.

Shen He continued strolling.

Then there are a lot of handicrafts.

There are also some salted duck eggs and salted chicken eggs that we pickle ourselves.

What a good thing.

But they all cost money.

This is easy. Just let them wait for you at the door.

Shen He walked around and returned to the entrance.

First, we found a few people selling salted eggs. They agreed that duck eggs were 1 cents each. In total, these people sold more than 2 eggs.

I looked at the eggs again and finally agreed on the price: 1 cents each. There were 77 eggs in total, so I took them all.

The transaction was completed quickly and the group of people dispersed quickly.

Shen He saw the tool seller under the agreed tree.

I opened the box and checked it.

Well, they are all good things.

The key point is that it was not burned during the Great Iron Smelting, which is even more valuable.

Taking the man to a destroyed house, Shen He took out two bags of pure cornmeal from it.