Siheyuan: The Villain's Cool Life

After waiting for a while, the man's eyebrows moved a few times.

"Brother, you better wake up. You can't sleep on the road."

"Little brother, thank you...thank you so much. Alas, I have no strength left and fell to the ground. If it weren't for you, I would have died here."

"Brother, where are you going? I'll take you there."

"This... well, it's a long story. It's almost dark, so let's go to the black market and see if we can exchange these things we found in the mountains for food. Our family is out of food, and the adults can go without it, but the children cannot." The man's eyes turned red as he spoke.

Shen He sighed, what a damn world.

"Brother, how much food do you want in exchange?"

"Just... exchange it for 20 kilograms of cornmeal. Yams are plentiful in the mountains and aren't worth much."

"Hey, big brother, let me tell you. I'm going to take some food and exchange it for something rare. I've seen your yams and they're pretty good. They're a rare commodity. I have 50 kilograms of cornmeal here. Take them and go. I'll take your yams so I can explain myself when I get back."

Shen He took out a small cloth bag from the side of the car and opened it directly. A piece of golden corn grits appeared in front of the man.

He swallowed hard and said, "Brother, no, this is too expensive, too expensive. You... you can just give me 2... not 10 kilograms."

Without saying a word, Shen He picked up his basket, which contained about 70 kilograms.

But for people who work all year round, this is almost weightless.

Shen He poured all the yams into his own basket and put the bag of cornmeal into the basket for him.

"Brother, I've changed. Don't argue with me. Come home quickly. Didn't you say you had no food at home? I don't want to think about you, I want to think about the children."

Shen He got on his bike and drove away, ignoring the shouts of the men behind him.

"Alas, I am still that good person who cannot bear to see people suffering."

The man staggered two steps, sighed, and watched the back that glowed in his eyes slowly disappear from his sight. He could only touch the clothes in his arms, look at the backpack, wipe his tears, and walk away with the clothes on his back.

With food, there is hope in our hearts, and with hope, the family can survive.

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Chapter 54 Mood

"One, two, three... Hey hey... Damn, it's a mess again."

Shen He could only count again.

I counted it five times and finally got it right.

A total of 37 chicks were hatched this time.

One hundred now, that's enough. No more hatching will happen unless another year or two passes.

I sorted out the resources in the space again.

All the supplies are now enough for him to eat for a lifetime.

There are 150 slaughtered fat pigs, 70 cows, and 320 sheep in the cold storage, not to mention the various frozen shrimps, crabs, and other high-end seafood piled in the corners.

These are just a few small benefits for leaders at all levels for one month.

The rice and various selected coarse grains outside are guaranteed to be absolutely additive-free pressed peanut oil, rapeseed oil, and olive oil, which are also sold in barrels.

You never have to worry about oil in your life.

No need to worry about food.

What's more, there is so much food on the black market.

Ever since Shen He met that man that day, he felt very uneasy.

But what can he do?

If this space of his could be used for planting, let alone a hundredfold acceleration, even if it was tenfold acceleration, Shen He would dare to go to the lake to show off his achievements.

Who wouldn’t want to be in the system?

It's a pity that it's not his, just a small warehouse of things.

I guess it’s not even enough for everyone in the capital to have a meal.

Hey……

After leaving the space, I looked at the paintings on the wall and thought, "Oh my god, I can't do anything."

Feeling helpless, Shen He took out a bottle of Lianhua Bai and a roast chicken. After thinking for a while, he replaced it with pickles from Liubiju, a small plate of peanuts, and a box of canned fish.

Eat a few peanuts, take a big sip of wine, which is a bit strong, take a bite of pickles, and then take a bite of fish.

After swallowing it, take another sip of wine.

A big cup, finished in two sips.

Then continue pouring the wine.

Drink it in one gulp.

I feel confused.

Now I know the taste of sorrow. I want to say something but I can’t. I want to say something but I can’t. But I just say that the cool weather makes autumn a good time.

There is also a feeling of putting down the cup and chopsticks and being unable to eat, drawing the sword and looking around with a confused heart.

I'm just a small cook in this life, why should I care so much?

Since God has given me a chance, I will... live my life to the fullest.

After eating a few bites of food, he took another drink.

I endured the dizziness and climbed onto the bed.

As soon as he covered himself with the quilt, Shen He fainted.

Fortunately, the coal stove plus the box that can heat water is a good thing.

The whole house is warm.

Although Shen He was drunk that night, he had dreams one after another.

Sometimes it is the previous life, sometimes it is the present life.

He was a little confused as to which one was the real one.

Speaking of time travel, this should be the kind of cool story where the protagonist travels back to before marriage, then gives himself a system, and pretends to be cool and gets slapped in the face within the system until the end.

But what's the point of building a courtyard house for yourself in this world?

I've seen it myself, but have I seen more? I've also seen Bright Sword. Why don't I get it for myself? I can kill a few devils and relieve my frustration.

Either you take yourself back to ancient times, have three wives and four concubines, or fight for imperial power. Let alone nine dragons fighting for the throne, even if 900 dragons fight for the throne, you won't boo.

Even in the world of martial arts, it is not impossible to travel the world with a sword.

But it has to be this world.

I don't have any of the rings that the protagonist in the legend bought at the antique stalls, nor do I have any family heirlooms on me.

But why travel through time?

Shen He thought about it a lot, but still couldn't figure it out.

I thought there was something in this room that I hadn't noticed.

I searched several houses, but still couldn't find it.

My time travel was too random and accidental.

I heard the alarm clock in a daze, opened my eyes, and it was already bright outside.

Although it is Lotus White and will not make you drunk, you can still get a hangover if you drink too much. It makes any kind of wine uncomfortable.

I turned on the fire, grabbed two handfuls of rice, added water, and when the water boiled and the popcorn was almost open, I put in some shredded beef, a dozen large shrimps, and sprinkled some seasoning.

Close the fire door at the bottom and simmer gently until a rich aroma comes out.

Then get a few green onions and a handful of coriander leaves from the space, wash and chop them and put them in the casserole.

Add two drops of sesame oil.

nice……

I looked at the calendar, today is November 11th, um... today is Saturday?

Well, after breakfast, I stuffed the food bag into the basket of the cart and pushed it out the door.

You can buy food for next week starting on Saturday.

And you should also be able to buy winter vegetables.

It’s almost the end of November.

After Shen He left the house, almost no one came out of the yard, mainly because it was too cold and everyone was too hungry.

Shen He arrived at the middle courtyard and sniffed. Wow, it smells like meat?

Who cooked meat?

After sniffing a few times, the fragrance was directed at the Jia family.

Tsk tsk... It seems that the rumors are true. Jia Dongxu has done some lucrative business.

But Jia Dongxu insisted that it was Jia Zhang's money.

Who doesn’t know who has money or not?

Can it withstand such spending?

Jia Dongxu must have done something, but no one knows.

Now Jia Dongxu is no longer the same Jia Dongxu as before. He calls himself Master Jia to others, and people of the same generation also have to call him Brother Jia.

As for Yi Zhonghai, the two of them had been at odds for a long time.