Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

No sooner had Wang Feng left the compound than Yi Zhonghai arrived at the deaf old woman's house, carrying her cane.

"Grandma, wasn't Wang Feng supposed to be dead? How come he's alive and kicking again? And his personality has changed so much, and he's so good at fighting?"

The deaf old woman was also puzzled by this, and shook her head slightly:

"I received news last night that Wang Feng was stabbed twice, once in the kidney and once in the chest. They made sure Wang Feng was dead before they left. Logically speaking, they wouldn't lie to my wife like that."

"Grandma, what should we do? Wang Feng has become a troublemaker in the courtyard. If this continues, it may affect our grand plan," Yi Zhonghai said with a stern face.

The deaf old woman narrowed her eyes. Wang Defa might have discovered her secret. No one knew whether he had told Wang Feng or not. For safety's sake, Wang Feng had to die.

"You should go back first. I'll ask around over there tonight. Don't provoke him until things are clear."

"Grandma, I understand. I'll go buy some glass and install it for you."

"Go."

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After leaving the courtyard house, Wang Feng rode his bicycle to the pigeon market, which is closest to Nanluoguxiang.

He didn't have seed tickets, so if he wanted to buy seeds, he could only go to the pigeon market or the countryside. He wasn't planning to go to the countryside for a while; if he encountered robbers with weapons, he'd be in big trouble.

Having finally transmigrated to a courtyard house, he didn't want to die without knowing why. His philosophy of life was to strike hard when he could win, and to be cautious when there was risk involved.

Wang Feng arrived near Pigeon Market, walked into a deserted alley, stored his bicycle in his spatial storage, took out a cloth to cover his face, and then entered Pigeon Market.

"Buy or sell?"

As soon as he arrived in Pigeon City, two masked men stopped him.

"purchase."

Five points.

Wang Feng paid five cents and entered the pigeon market. There weren't many people in the pigeon market, and even fewer vendors.

They mainly sell eggs, cornmeal, and wheat flour.

Wang Feng walked up to a stall and saw that the stall owner's bag contained some flour. He asked directly, "How much is the flour per pound?"

"35 cents, no ticket required."

Wang Feng nodded: "I'll take them all."

The stall owner weighed it and said, "It's exactly ten pounds, I'll charge you 3.5 yuan."

Wang Feng took out 3.5 yuan and handed it to the stall owner, then picked up the bag of flour and headed to another stall.

He couldn't eat any more cornbread, and he didn't have any fine grain coupons. After looking around for a while without finding any rice, he could only buy some wheat flour.

Arriving at another stall, I saw a rooster and a dozen eggs, and bought them all for 2.8 yuan.

He searched the entire pigeon market but couldn't find any pork or seeds for sale. There was only one stall selling sweet potatoes, and only a few dozen kilograms, which annoyed him.

In this era of scarcity, it's really not easy to buy what you want.

Wang Feng, somewhat helpless, walked up to the sweet potato stall and asked:

"How much are the sweet potatoes?"

"8 points."

"I want them all."

"It weighs 32 jin in total, and costs 2.56 yuan."

Wang Feng handed the money to the stall owner, picked up the sweet potatoes, and walked out of the pigeon market.

Reaching a deserted alley, Wang Feng stored all the supplies into his spatial storage. With a thought, he turned the earth upside down and planted 32 jin of sweet potatoes directly into the soil to cultivate seedlings. The soil then covered the sweet potatoes, and the simple sweet potato planting was completed easily and pleasantly.

Wang Feng had previously tested ten acres of black soil, which was very fertile and had no shortage of water, so it basically did not need to be watered.

He had learned before that sweet potatoes could be cut into pieces and planted, but he had never tried it before to see if it would actually work. Anyway, in just a day or two, these sweet potatoes would grow vines, and these vines could definitely be planted.

Upon arriving at the supply and marketing cooperative, Wang Feng took out a large stack of receipts and said to the sales clerk, "Comrade, I want one jin of White Rabbit milk candy, two jin of fruit candy, two cartons of Daqianmen liquor, two bottles of Moutai, four bottles of Lianhua Baijiu liquor..."

Wang Feng brought out almost all the usable receipts this time, and even asked for a new set of pots and pans.

The sales clerk thought someone was causing trouble and was about to yell at them when she saw a stack of receipts on the counter.

"You wait."

The sales clerk wanted to yell but couldn't bring herself to do it. She just said something indifferently and went to get the goods.

Wang Feng was speechless. He had already laid out the receipts, just to avoid the attitude of the sales clerks in this era, but he still didn't expect them to give him a friendly look.

There's nothing we can do about it; after all, the sales clerk is the head of the eight positions. Didn't you see the slogan on the wall? "No arbitrarily beating customers." It means that as long as there's a reason, you can beat them at will.

Soon, the sales clerk brought over a large pile of goods and said in a nonchalant tone, "That'll be 128.4 yuan in total."

Wang Feng handed over the money and tickets, then left the supply and marketing cooperative carrying a large pile of supplies.

Arriving at a deserted alley, Wang Feng stored all the supplies into his spatial storage, then rode his bicycle to the Wangfujing Department Store.

Along the way, I attracted countless envious glances. There's no way around it; these days, riding a bicycle makes you the coolest kid on the block.

I spent 46 yuan at the department store to buy two Zhongshan suits and another 12 yuan for a pair of leather shoes. That concludes my shopping trip for today.

Seeing that it was already noon, Wang Feng rode his bicycle to Quanjude again.

He had read countless novels about courtyard houses, all of which praised Quanjude to the skies. Today, he was going to try it out and see if Quanjude's roast duck was really that delicious.

"Comrade, give me a roast duck."

"Okay, here's your 8 yuan. Do you want the duck carcass for soup?"

"want."

Quanjude serves food very quickly. Wang Feng waited a short while, and the roast duck was sliced. He placed a slice of roast duck on a thin pancake, added cucumber shreds, rolled it up, and took a bite.

"Mmm, not bad, not bad."

This time it really felt good, much better than the roast duck he had eaten before. In his time, he had eaten roast ducks that cost 20 yuan each and roast ducks that cost more than 100 yuan each, but they were far inferior to the roast duck from Quanjude.

However, after eating a 20-yuan roast duck once, he never dared to eat it again. Those who know, know.

Wang Feng ate with gusto, finishing the roast duck, which weighed about 3 pounds, in no time. He even drank every last drop of the duck bone soup.

"belch."

Wang Feng let out a satisfied burp and walked out of Quanjude.

It seems I need to find a wife who can cook well. Now that he has a space, it will be easy for him to eat whatever he wants.

The problem is that his cooking is bad, and he doesn't like cooking either.

Why don't you marry He Yushui?

When Shazhu hit him before, Yushui reminded him to be careful.

No, no, Yu Shui is only 14 or 15 years old. He can't wait that long.

If all else fails, he'll wait until he gets married and then learn how to cook home-style dishes from Sha Zhu's master. He doesn't believe that Sha Zhu's master can withstand the endless onslaught of resources. Besides, next year will be the Great Famine, and resources will be the best stepping stone.

Back in Nanluoguxiang, Wang Feng rode his bicycle into an empty alley. When he came out, the bicycle was covered with hanging ornaments.

The white flour, the rooster, and the eggs must be shown to everyone; otherwise, if someone reports it, it will be difficult to explain.

As soon as they entered the compound, Yan Fugui, like a cat smelling fish, stopped Wang Feng, his eyes fixed on the rooster on the bicycle.

"Wang Feng, did you go on a big shopping spree? Your rooster is so fat, why don't you come to my house and cook it? Let me tell you, your third aunt's chicken is incredibly delicious."

Wang Feng looked at Yan Fugui with a gloomy face and said coldly:

"Yan Lao Kou, get the hell away from me! Let me tell you, this is highway robbery. Even if I beat you to death on the spot, the police will still praise me."

Wang Feng was really disgusted by Yan Fugui. Although Yan Fugui wasn't that bad, he would pester you as long as you had anything in your hand. Isn't that disgusting?

"Wang Feng, don't talk nonsense. I, Yan Fugui, am a civilized man. How could I possibly engage in highway robbery? I'm just giving you a heads-up. If you don't want to, then forget it."

Yan Fugui realized that Wang Feng was indeed not someone to be trifled with, so he quickly stepped aside, pursed his lips, and went straight back into his house.