Era: I have a two-world door

Chapter 219, are you...are you sure this is appropriate?

Returning to the room, he left the door ajar and smiled at the anxious Mai. "Okay, let's eat. Remember, what are we going to eat in the future? Don't go out and talk nonsense. Do you hear me?"

The younger sister nodded.

I took a bite of the egg with my chopsticks.

Then he muttered: "Brother, it is still popular."

Wang Qingsong smiled and nodded: "That's for sure! But you can't eat it often in the future. Okay, let's eat quickly. Are you hungry?"

With Aunt Feng's frugal temperament, it would be good to do something for her sister.

It's already dark, so I must be hungry.

At this time, Xiaomai had already taken a bite of a cereal nest.

Then his eyes lit up: "Brother, is this a miscellaneous grain cornstarch?"

No need to wash it.

Five steamed buns, three steamed buns, and a bowl of fried fungus with eggs were eaten cleanly by the two of them.

It's really painful to wash dishes with tap water on this cold day.

Even though he was sensible, he still explained repeatedly uneasily.

I didn't expect it to be so delicious.

The cold water stung directly to the bones.

Wang Qingsong took a bite of the fungus and put it into his mouth, biting it with a crunch.

This is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He has mediocre appearance and a slightly fat body. He is wearing a gray sweater and dark trousers.

I don't know how it is done over there.

The little guy is still young after all.

I picked up a multigrain steamed bun. This one was not so sweet, but it was also delicious.

"Sun Qian, are you busy?"

Just as he was about to speak, a man from the backyard came over with a smile and a rice bowl.

It feels more delicious than gray flour steamed buns.

The voice was soft and the smile on his face was soft.

Sun Qian's family also had a good meal and came over to wash the dishes. Seeing him grinning, she asked with a smile.

But that thing is not suitable for use.

Wang Qingsong smiled when he saw this.

"Yes?"

"Uh-huh!"

There is a smell of oil smoke on my body.

Hearing this, Sun Qian smiled and nodded: "Yes, when there was no running water in the yard before, there was a well in the backyard, so it was indeed not so cold."

Wang Qingsong put the plates and bowls into the pot outside, added some hot water, heated them up, and washed the pots and bowls.

Looking at the little girl who was eating a big meal, she smiled and said, "Don't worry about it, just eat your food. Don't talk nonsense when you go out, do you hear me?"

He didn't eat this thing at all when he bought it, and he just took it for cover.

"Hey! Yes."

"Why is it so delicious? Better than steamed buns?"

Wang Qingsong smiled and shook his head; "No, the water at home is not that cold."

The bottom of the bowl was wiped with steamed buns.

Just buy more next time.

Hearing this, Wang Qingsong became curious, took one over and took a bite.

Unlike Sister Fang, she had a wide smile and a loud voice, giving him the feeling of a village woman from her hometown.

Clean and tidy.

The little girl just nodded frequently.

"I haven't washed the dishes in winter!"

sweet.

Both of them were well fed.

The dishes and chopsticks still feel a little greasy.

Tap water is indeed very convenient, but in winter it is better to use well water in my hometown. The freshly drawn water is still hot and not cold at all.

Sun Qian didn't feel this way.

It feels like it's still not as clean as Zhou Ying's with dish soap.

After the other party came over, he said hello with a smile.

Seeing him coming, Sun Qian, who was still smiling, stopped smiling.

Wash the dishes quietly.

The other party came over with things, looked at Wang Qingsong, and muttered: "The new one moved in? From our factory? I've never seen him before!"

These words seemed to be asking Wang Qingsong or Sun Qian.

It's like talking to oneself.

Out of politeness, Wang Qingsong nodded slightly: "Yes, I just moved in."

Judging from his tone, he must also be from the parts factory.

Hearing this, the other party looked him up and down, nodded gently with a smile, and ignored him again.

Instead, he came to Sun Qian's side and squeezed aside.

The bodies are very close.

"Hey, Sun Qian, do me a favor and wash mine too. I'm a big man and I can't wash them clean."

After hearing this, Sun Qian said without raising her head: "Go back and find your mother to wash it!"

Then he quickly passed the bowls and chopsticks over the water and ignored him.

Wang Qingsong was surprised. At this time, Sun Qian changed her quiet way of speaking and became aggressive.

The other party was not angry and said with a smile: "My mother doesn't live here."

Then he started washing with a smile.

"Hiss, it's so damn cold."

He muttered something and washed quietly.

"Hey, Qian Bo, what are you doing? Bullying, right?"

While thinking, Sister Fang had a good meal at home, came over with something, and said angrily to Qian Bo.

Qian Bo smiled when he saw this: "Sister Fang, look at what you said, I'm washing the dishes, why are you bullying me?"

"Now I know I want to get a wife! Get one as soon as possible!"

Sister Fang smiled.

Hearing this, Qian Bo chuckled, looked at Sun Qian next to him and said with a pointed smile: "No one wants this!"

After Wang Qingsong washed the dishes, he looked at this scene and went back with his things.

Sun Qian quickly finished washing and went back.

Wang Qingsong put the things in front of his stove and looked at Sun Qian who also came to put the dishes and chopsticks and asked curiously: "Who is he? From our factory?"

A total of seven households from the factory lived in the compound.

The four rooms in the west wing belong to their factory, including the main room, Uncle Sun, and the other two rooms at the back.

This should be one of them.

Sun Qian regained her composure and said calmly: "The cook of No. 2 canteen in our factory."

"Oh!"

Wang Qingsong nodded lightly. The only canteen he had ever eaten in was Canteen 1, and he had not been to the other two.

According to this meaning, Sun Qian should also eat in canteen No. 2.

Seeing that Sun Qian was not in the mood to continue the conversation, he stopped asking any more questions.

I’ve never eaten pork and I’ve seen pigs run away.

Just like Widow Feng in the village, she was harassed by men.

After finishing it, I put the things in the cupboard outside and went straight in with the water that had just been boiled.

He also saw that the kitchen utensils in the courtyard were placed in the temporary cabinets built outside, so he naturally placed them there.

There are people in the compound basically all day long, so the possibility of getting lost is very small.

I flushed the water, then fetched some cold water and put it on the stove.

After coming back, he looked at Xiaomai who was sitting there and said nothing, "Sister, please stay here and don't go out. Brother will be back soon after he has something to do."

After thinking about it, he hesitated: "If you want to play, just stay in the courtyard. Don't run out. Do you hear me?"

Seeing this, Xiaomai quickly asked: "Brother, where are you going? Can you take me?"

"Not today, I have to go to work to do something, and I have to come back to sleep at night!"

Seeing what he said, Xiaomai hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded slightly.

"Then I'm leaving!"

Wang Qingsong tested it out and found that there was no problem, so he gave her a little book and went out.

When we came out, it was already dark.

He rushed straight to Liang Chunxiao's house.

The distance is actually not very far, only three or four miles, and it takes more than twenty minutes to walk.

Walking along the alley, I saw that the garbage collection platform was open. Thinking that I would need to chop wood for a fire in the city, I walked over. "Uncle, how do you sell firewood?"

"Thirty cents and ten pounds."

The old man said calmly, then he took an old newspaper and rolled up some "cut tobacco" of some unknown substance, and sat there smoking it.

Wang Qingsong nodded lightly.

I looked at the yard behind and saw that there were also some debris in it.

"I'll go in and take a look."

The other party didn't pay attention and nodded lightly.

Wang Qingsong saw this and walked in.

Inside is a small courtyard with a lot of things piled up in a mess.

There are bottles and cans, scrap metal, glass bottles, various old newspapers, books, as well as some dismantled doors, windows, tables, chairs and benches.

Although they are arranged in categories, they are still very messy.

There is a telephone pole in the corner outside the scrap yard, which can barely shine into the inside. It's a little dim, but you can still see it.

When he came to the opponent's old table, chairs and bench, he grabbed a half-broken table leg and pulled it out.

It's hard to pick up big items, and it's not easy to chop wood when you take them back.

As for the ax, there should be one in the compound.

"what!!"

When he touched something, he was surprised.

have a feeling.

And it's quite strong.

After thinking for a moment, I looked around, my eyes lit up, and I started to touch around.

Many of them really feel it.

Most of the tables, chairs and benches have no feeling, and most of them are doors and windows.

Wang Qingsong checked for a while and looked outside.

Seeing no one was looking in, he tried to absorb it.

After one lap, his lights were lit up to four again.

Then he looked at the bottles and cans piled beside him.

He specifically picked out the simple ones. As for the soda bottles, he didn't care about the glass bottles.

Unfortunately, it's basically nothing.

Seeing that a lot of time had passed, he hurriedly picked out some wooden legs and carried them out.

"Uncle, please help me weigh myself."

The old man looked at it, took an old rope, tied it up, put it on the scale and weighed it.

"Twenty-three pounds and four taels. Total seven cents and two cents, give me seven cents."

Wang Qingsong nodded, gave him the money, and left with his things.

The city is not like the countryside, and the amount of firewood used is not that much, but if you want to start a fire twice a day, you still need a pound of firewood.

motherfucker.

More expensive than briquettes.

The amount used in a day is higher than that of coal.

But there is no way, firewood, rice, oil and salt, firewood is really important.

Carrying things while walking on the road, I quietly put them away.

Then he packed up lightly and went to Liang Chunxiao's home.

When we arrived at the place, the lights in the room had been turned off.

The door is closed.

Wang Qingsong frowned when he saw this.

I took a closer look and saw that the door was bolted from the inside, so I guess he was asleep.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally knocked on the door.

"Chunxiao."

After shouting twice, I heard the lights inside turn on.

"Crench."

The door of the main room opened and the sound of footsteps was heard.

After a while, the door of the courtyard was opened, and Liang Chunxiao was seen walking out of it wearing a cotton-padded jacket.

Seeing it was him, Liang Chunxiao whispered: "Come in."

Wang Qingsong saw this and went in directly.

After closing the door, she came to the main room and entered the bedroom inside. Then she smiled and said, "I thought you wouldn't come over today! Sit on the kang, it's warm."

After saying that, she sat on the edge and put on her clothes.

Seeing this, Wang Qingsong also sat on the edge of the kang and said with a smile, "Why do you go to bed so early?"

"I go to bed early these days and go to the black market in the morning to see if there is anything good."

After Liang Chunxiao finished speaking, he smiled and said: "The watches are sold out and I have collected some things. Do you want them?"

"What did you collect? How much did you collect?"

"It's next door, I'll take you there."

After saying that, he took him there.

I went to the next door and turned on the light. I saw that there was a lot of miscellaneous things next door.

Not much old stuff.

But there are quite a few white porcelain bottles.

Liang Chunxiao looked at the pile of things and said: "We didn't charge much for the wine. We only charged 208 bottles, a total of yuan. The other oddities didn't cost much at all, about thirty yuan."

Seeing this, Wang Qingsong picked up a few things on the kang and looked at them.

There aren't many things. And the quality isn't that great either.

He looked at the other person and said, "Okay, I'll take a look first. You can see how many tickets you have and give them to me."

Hearing this, Liang Chunxiao nodded lightly, turned and left.

When Wang Qingsong saw this, he directly absorbed the energy of the thing, but he could only barely get one.

It seems that the quality must be good.

He looked around, hugged a box, came out of it, and closed the door.

As for the others, they were not moved.

Naturally, there were six bottles of Maotai liquor in the box.

The bottle is a white porcelain bottle. (Modern ones are white glass bottles.)
When I came to the next door, I saw Liang Chunxiao sorting things there.

"There are many tickets, including cloth stamps measuring 15 feet, local food stamps weighing 36 kilograms, and national food stamps..."

Liang Chunxiao introduced it bit by bit.

"Hey, wait a minute, just tell me how much it is."

Wang Qingsong felt a headache after looking at so many things.

If it was before, every penny would be spent in two halves, but now I don’t care about that little bit.

"Oh, these tickets cost a total of 243 yuan and 236 cents, and the things over there cost a total of 8 yuan and 2 cents."

Wang Qingsong nodded lightly and took the small cloth bags over.

Then put it on the wine box.

"Okay, I'll go back and take a look for myself later. The food stamps are enough for now, so there's no need to collect them."

Liang Chunxiao nodded slightly when he saw this, looked at the other person, and bit his lip gently.

After hesitating for a moment, he still said, "Well... I made clothes for you, you try it!"

After saying that, he blushed and went to the coat box and took out a set of clothes.

Wang Qingsong took a look and saw that the material was made of plain cloth, which was an ordinary cloth in the city and was not particularly conspicuous.

He took the thing and smiled; "Did you make it?"

"Ok!"

Liang Chunxiao said softly: "You can try it!"

"I won't try it anymore. It's a bit cold for what I'm wearing today, so I'll just give it a try."

Then he unfolded his clothes and made some rough gestures.

"It feels about the same. I'll go back and give it a try. If it doesn't suit me, I'll come back to you. Thank you!"

After saying that, he put the things away.

When Liang Chunxiao saw this, he bit his lip lightly, struggling there.

After thinking for a while, she said: "Um...can you come to your hometown with me?"

Wang Qingsong felt strange for a while: "Didn't you say that last time?"

"Um...actually, I have something to ask for your help with."

"What is it, you tell me?"

Hearing this, Liang Chunxiao expressed his thoughts.

Wang Qingsong opened his mouth wide with a look of surprise. After a while, he asked with a strange look on his face: "Are you... sure this is appropriate?"

(End of this chapter)