Chapter 41

According to the trend of this line, it is estimated that there is nothing left in the stall today.

Seeing this, Gu Zheng was also very satisfied. He patted the other party on the shoulder for the third time and showed off with a little pride: "how's it going? Brother Gu, don't you lose your meat?"

No loss! What a bargain!

Pork Rong's face was almost laughing out of a chrysanthemum.

After he finished his meat selling job, he found that it was past noon. When he turned to chat with the vendors around him, he found that Gu Zheng not only took his hand at his stall, but had visited all kinds of vendors.

But don't mention that Gu Zheng sold them very well one by one. He really made a small profit and sold more, which highlights the feature here - cheap.

The grateful vendors gathered their heads together and finally came to a reliable conclusion.

Gu Zheng, who works as an intermediary, has a good mind and is willing to help everyone.

If they sum up this small market that is not in the market into Gu Zheng's business office and let him manage it, maybe their business as vendors can really become bigger and stronger, and one day they can achieve their dream of entering a regular supermarket and having their own independent stall.

A beautiful tomorrow is waving to them! The premise is how to persuade Gu Zheng and continue to give them advice.

He patted the palm of a PU fan on his thigh and came up with a good idea.

"Hey! Don't you charge management fees for all the intermediary business? Even if we are a group, we can entrust our management to Gu Zheng?"

"Raise your hand if anyone here is willing to participate!"

There are still a lot of people, including more than 20 mobile vendors.

"Well, 100 yuan a month is not too much? Ask them again when the people come tomorrow. If there are more people, let's go to Gu Zheng!"

You're quite a thief. The wisdom of vendors is really infinite.

In such a big city, the cheapest booth rental fee for a formal farmers' market is 2000 yuan a month. The problem is that it has no place to find, and it is fully rented before the market is opened.

One hundred a month, such a cabbage price, can only find people like Gu Zheng to find a way.

What is Gu Zheng, who was highly praised by them, doing now?

Cooking.

The white northeast Wuchang rice is put into the electric rice cooker. Although it does not have the unique taste of firewood stove, it has a more exquisite sweetness.

The fat and lean streaky pork was cut into regular thick four directions by Gu Zheng. Under the burial of rock sugar, it was squeezed into a casserole and gudu Zhenghuan.

The wilting cabbage gang has been luxuriously removed by Gu Zheng, leaving only the freshest and tender cabbage. Under his hand, accompanied by the fragrance of old vinegar, it has become the prototype of vinegar cabbage.

Cold noodles and boiled peanuts, accompanied by the melody of Flammulina velutipes, are waiting for the arrival of cucumber shooting, forming a concerto belonging to the cold dish in spring.

What a sumptuous lunch it was. The most enjoyable thing was that there were cans of coke and beer on Gu Zheng's small dinner table.

Why should I reward myself for taking advantage of this pile of advantages today?

Gu Zheng, who was eating alone, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Maybe he felt so good that he had forgotten what it was like to be alone.

The quiet chewing sound was particularly clear in the quiet courtyard, so that Gu Zheng, who had eaten a large piece of meat, suddenly lost his original appetite for delicious food in reality.

Sure enough, you still have to rush to eat before it tastes good. Maybe it's time to start your second journey after lunch.

Well, in order to continue my life, I should hurry up!

Gu Zheng, a tough guy, won't admit that he is lonely.

The afternoon sun can always warm people in the spring. Laughing and forgetting books that are busy digesting their own energy are also lying lazily sleepy on a small desk.

"Squeak"

A door push sounded gently. Gu Zheng quietly walked into the study next to the bedroom and opened the title page of the laughing and forgetting book.

"You, why are you here?"

The font of the laughing and forgetting book appeared a little flustered. He had never seen such a host on the pole to do the suffering task.

Acutely aware of something wrong, Gu Zheng turned his head and asked, "it's strange that your system doesn't want the host to desperately collect energy for you. Why are you asking so strange?"

"Can't you say that you've completely run out of energy? Then I'd better shoot you apart to see if you can prolong your life! It also saves trouble!"

"Stop, stop! Who says I can't open the second world! Why do you take bricks when you disagree! And! The desk is used to place noble books like me! Why do you put a brick next to me!"

The panicked laughing and forgetting book didn't care about its plan to continue to accumulate energy, so it unfolded its second page in a panic.

The pages of the first world darkened, and the third page followed was still stuck with other pages and could not be opened.

Gu Zheng, who already knew the rules, muttered pain while skillfully taking a needle to the tip of his finger.

"What a troublesome salted fish system. I wonder if you can write a history of blood and tears after turning this book!"

With the pressing of the little blood spot, the golden light on the second page of the laughing and forgetting Book flourished again.

"Click..."

The familiar white light ball floated out of Gu Zheng again. With a happy mood, it plunged into the second world of xiaoforget book.

The night is slightly cool and the moon is like water.

This time, when Gu Zheng opened his eyes again, he looked around, and those nervous hearts calmed down.

The new client is now in a quiet place where people can hear the chirp of autumn cicadas.

The vision is broad, the mountains are lofty and silent. Taking advantage of such a good opportunity, Gu Zheng closed his eyes and accepted the memory of Gu Zheng belonging to the second world.

However, after a few breaths, Gu Zheng opened his eyes before the performance of the small solo of insects was over.

He subconsciously touched his chin. Alas, it's a little difficult to do this. It seems that the future world is more and more out of the modern world he used to be familiar with. There may be more and more things and worlds he hasn't heard of and can't understand with his life experience.

Take Gu Zheng's world background as an example. Needless to say, it must not be a good time.

The world is a mess.

In such a big country, it is in a state of anarchy. All administrative institutions and power implementation are managed by bandits.