MTL - Shuttle To Get Rich Since 1985-Chapter 2 Yaowa Village Agricultural Machinery Factory

Zhang Feng handed He Gui a towel, then took He Gui to the bathhouse to take a bath, changed his clothes, and returned to the yard, He Gui washed his clothes by himself, looking silly.

The house is not big, only a dozen square meters, with a kang and a briquette stove. I don't know how many months it is now, but according to He Gui's estimation, it should be early spring.

He Gui checked a lot of information and found that in the past, the best way to make money is to hate... Moutai.

That's right, this is the only one that is relatively safe. Don't talk about antiques. Most of the prices of antiques are piled up by people who are laundering, not people in the circle. From which channel did you get the antiques worth tens of millions?

In the era of big data, how easy it is to check you.

Of course, there is another point, there are both black and white politicians and businessmen who speculate on antiques, and they are a big gang. What if the antiques they brought out crashed?

As for gold, tens of thousands of dollars of gold is fine, there are millions of gold in the market, believe it or not, someone will stare at you, what is hard currency? Hard currency around the world, you said there is no supervision?

As for stamps, the market has been rotten for a long time. Of course, it is still possible for the New World to throw some things here. Now in the past eight years, there is no big data era.

But don't stay out of the limelight and hide in the dark.

"It's cooking, didn't you say you can cook?" Zhang Feng brought back a piece of tofu and kicked the second fool who was lying on the kang.

He Gui used to work as a car mechanic. He came out as an apprentice after graduating from high school. Later, he went to the restaurant by himself and lost a lot of money. Then he went to the factory again and finally delivered food.

The reason why he is not a repairman is because of skin allergies, dealing with engine oil all day long, which leads to skin ulceration.

The restaurant is so conscientious. Others use frozen meat and buy fresh ones themselves. Take ducks as an example. The fresh duck market is at least a dozen yuan a catty. The tongue internal organs and white strips of duck feet are removed in the freezer The minimum price of a duck is a few yuan.

He Gui got up. Scratching my head, I first went to the small kitchen to open the fire door of the briquettes, then looked at the materials, grabbed a handful of dried fungus, and soaked them in water.

Then start kneading the noodles, put the noodles in the enamel basin to wake up, then start peeling the garlic, cut the tofu into small pieces, shred the fungus, shred the onion and put it aside for later use.

Change to a frying pan, put some lard in an enamel jar, wait until the lard is hot, put some **** and garlic granules until fragrant, then add tofu, fungus and salt and stir fry.

"Xiao Zhang, who is this?" A middle-aged woman smelled the fragrance, walked in, looked at the tall He Gui, and asked.

"A distant relative, Aunt Liu is off work?" Zhang Feng pointed to his own brain and replied with a smile

"That's right, this is braised noodles?" Aunt Liu has a round face, a slightly plump figure, about 1.6 meters tall, and is wearing gray cotton overalls.

He Gui didn't open his mouth, and waited until the tofu and fungus were stir-fried for a while before adding the boiling water in the teapot, adding the boiling water, and adding thin flour water and soy sauce after boiling.

A pot of brown soy sauce, black fungus, and white tofu marinade is ready.

Then he rolled the noodles, the technique was smooth and smooth, Aunt Liu was also taken aback for a while, after all, the young man is very strong, and He Gui used the hand-rolled noodles, pulled noodles, and sliced ​​noodles with a knife learned by Baqian.

The noodles were ready soon. Zhang Feng looked at the stewed noodles sprinkled with shredded green onion in the bowl. After mixing, the taste was indeed different after one bite.

When Aunt Liu saw the following article, she left, and He Gui squatted under the eaves. Small courtyards have no roofs, only those large courtyards have them.

Zhang Feng looked at He Gui squatting on the ground to eat like a blind person, and didn't care about it, his belly was round after eating.

After He Gui finished eating, he washed his own dishes, and then he didn't care about the pots and pans.

Zhang Feng was also speechless. After sitting for a while, he got up and cleaned up the mess.

Looking back, he saw He Gui snoring on the kang, so Zhang Feng took out the book and started to read. Back then, Zhang Feng joined the army after graduating from junior high school, and now he takes time to study cultural knowledge.

When He Gui woke up, he felt extremely comfortable. It was convenient to go to the public restroom when he went out, and he continued to sleep when he came back.

Listening to the snoring, Zhang Feng could only sleep. This courtyard house belongs to the police station, and many of them are empty, but on the roster, there are people, because if you don’t occupy it, other people will occupy it. The houses in Kyoto is very scarce.

Having nothing to say all night, Zhang Feng got up early in the morning to exercise. He Gui slept until the sun was shining into the courtyard. He didn't sleep so comfortably for many days.

When I got up and saw the fried dough sticks and soy milk on the table, I didn't care, and I ate it after a few bites.

The radio was playing on the loudspeaker outside. He Gui was interested in this, but he couldn't show it. When he saw a piece of old noodles hanging, he was going to make lunch.

It takes a long time for old noodles to rise, and then alkali is needed.

"Warmly congratulate Comrade Gorbachev on being elected as the Communist Party of the Soviet Union..." While meeting, he listened to the radio.

Three lights are required for mixing noodles, hand light, face light, and pot light.

When the dough is ready, pat some warm water on the dough to prevent the surface from shelling, then cover it with a lid, then soak the fungus, get some scallions, and then chop up half a bowl of lard residue.

Zhang Feng waited in the alley for three hours, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com tried to see if He Gui was going out to do something, and when he returned home at noon, he saw the steaming buns.

He Gui didn't invite Zhang Feng to eat steamed stuffed buns either. Each person got a bowl of soup, and then steamed stuffed buns with lard residue, scallion and fungus.

After eating, He Gui moved a chair, found a suitable place in the yard, leaned against the wall, and fell asleep in a daze.

The life pressure of later generations is very high, and it is difficult to have such a rest time. Zhang Feng continued to study, and wasted all morning time in the morning.

Except for going to the toilet every day, He Gui just stays at home and eats except for cooking.

Zhang Feng went to work, and when Yu Jun saw Zhang Feng coming, he asked, "How is it?"

"I feel a little silly. I know how to eat and sleep all day long. Should I be sent to a mental hospital?" Zhang Feng made an opinion?

Yu Jun shook his head: "The mental hospital needs to go to the hospital for an examination, and there is no identity information, what should I do?"

"Boss, why don't you make up for it?" Zhang Feng couldn't stand it anymore. You must know that wages are not high in this era, but how bad is inflation after the reform and opening up?

Yu Jun shook his head and said, "I'll find him a place to eat first."

He Gui reckoned that he should be in the city. In the original time and space, he was not qualified to be a part of Beidiao, but he also knew that beyond the third ring road in Beijing, it was basically farmland now. As for whether there was a third ring road, he didn't know.

Not long after eating, Yu Jun and Zhang Feng came together, and Zhang Feng said to He Gui; "Come with us."

He Gui sat on the back seat of the bicycle, and was carried by the two of them in turn for half an hour. He saw farmland and came to a red brick wall in front of a steel-fired gate with large characters on it, Yaowa Village Agricultural Machinery repair shop.