After leaving the scrap collection station, in a small alley, Li Wen put everything into the warehouse on the second floor of the space.

He took out a small backpack from the space and started wandering around the county town. Now he only had more than one yuan in his hand and no tickets, so in most cases he could only watch but not buy.

When I passed by the supply and marketing cooperative, I bought ten pounds of peaches and five pounds of apples. The peaches are the same ones I ate at my grandma’s house last time. There are more fruits in the summer in the north, so I don’t need tickets. One pound of peaches costs six.

cents, eight pounds of apples, a total of one dollar.

At this time, I passed by a pork stall and saw a pile of pig offal thrown next to the pork stall, so I hurried over to ask.

"Uncle, how do you sell pig offal? Do you need a ticket?"

"The offal is just some of the pig offal, including the spleen, liver, kidney, lungs and small intestine. There is no large intestine. That thing is oily and good and is not included in the offal."

"What kind of ticket do you want for pig offal? No, how much do you want for twenty cents per pound?" asked the middle-aged man in his forties with a big shiny head.

Li Wen only had 70 cents left, so he couldn't buy much. This pile weighed at least ten kilograms.

"If you buy it for 70 cents, you want the pork liver and small intestines," Li Wen pointed out.

"Your seventy cents is just enough to buy pork liver. It's not enough for both. The bald man weighed the pig's lungs."

"Okay, just pork liver!" Li Wen gritted his teeth and said.

"Three pounds and two taels, if it's not enough, I can give you a piece of small intestine." The big bald man wrapped the pig's lungs in a circle with the small intestine and handed it to Li Wen.

Li Wenwen originally wanted to braise some pig offal, but he didn't have enough money and could only buy pork liver.

He wanted pork liver not for himself. He wanted to go to the reservoir to fish for turtles on his way home.

Li Wen left the county town with a basket on his back, put everything inside into the space, and then strolled slowly along the Weihe River outside the city. Twenty minutes later, Li Wen came to a hidden reservoir, which was far away from the village.

Safety.

He took out the fishing rod in the space and started fishing. More than an hour later, the sky was getting dark. Li Wen threw all the dozen or so fish he had harvested into the small fish pond in the space, and then took out the turtle hook and hung it on a string to dry.

Pork liver for more than an hour.

The pork liver had been dried for more than an hour and had a strong fishy smell. Li Wen cut the pork liver into small strips and then took out more than a dozen hooks and threaded them on one by one.

You don’t need a fishing rod to catch turtles. Just tie a wooden stick to the other end of the fishing line and stick it in the ground, and throw the meaty part into the water.

After setting up the soft-shell turtle fishing device and waiting for two or three hours to check it out, Li Wen returned to the warehouse with nothing to do.

Back in the warehouse, the green vegetables in the garden were already ripe. Li Wen put all the harvested cabbage, spinach, and coriander into a bag and put them on the warehouse shelves so that they would not spoil.

The pumpkin vines in the yard have grown very long, and the cucumbers have begun to bloom sporadically with small yellow flowers.

There is no way to pollinate this, and it will definitely not bear fruit. It seems that we need to get some bees, Li Wen said to himself.

After harvesting the vegetables, Li Wen spread the feces produced by chickens, ducks and rabbits in the past few days on the ground, and waited to plant new crops tomorrow.

Back in the lounge, Li Wen took out some pieces of stationery and started writing science fiction novels. Science fiction novels are not particularly sensitive. In recent years, they have been affected by the moon landings of two superpowers, and science fiction works have also been supported and promoted by the state.

In more than two hours, Li Wen wrote a science fiction short story, with more than 3,000 words, about the two superpowers' fantasies about landing on the moon in recent years. He did not dare to use a computer to print it, because we do not have this technology now.

Putting the work in an envelope, stamping it with the postal code and address of China Youth Daily, Li Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

When we left the space, it was completely dark outside. The weather had been relatively cloudy these days and it seemed like it was going to rain. It was very hot and muggy at this time.

I came to the river and checked the fishing equipment one by one. I checked seven or eight of them but found no fish or turtles.

"This rope is moving," Li Wen quickly ran over and pulled out the fishing line, only to see a large catfish weighing seven or eight pounds twisting and turning.

After collecting the catfish, I rearranged the pig liver, and it wasn’t until the last two hooks that I noticed someone else had taken the bait.

Oops, it weighs four or five kilograms. This turtle is great. The green back shell is very smooth. Li Wen touched the back of the turtle, and then pulled the crochet hook out of the turtle's neck. The hook for fishing turtles is a horizontal hook. Two

The edges are all sharp, and turtles eat by swallowing, and then when they push it down, it will get stuck in their necks.

The last fishhook was a turtle, also weighing four or five kilograms. Li Wen was so happy that he couldn't stop laughing.

After rearranging the fishhook, Li Wen returned to the lounge.

It was still early, less than ten o'clock. Li Wen was a night owl in his last life, and his thoughts surged every night. It was similar in this life, and now he was particularly energetic and not tired at all.

Li Wen spent another hour writing a prose of more than 2,000 words, and then copied it twice, in triplicate. He planned to send it to Contemporary Literature first to see if it could succeed. If not, he would try to send it to Contemporary Literature.

Provincial People's Daily or Workers and Peasants' Daily.

It wasn't until all the stamps were used up that Li Wen put away his pen and rested.

Li Wen was woken up by the ringing at 5:30 in the morning. Li Wen was still very tired. After all, he went to bed after 1 o'clock last night.

Li Wen was happy that no one came out from the space around him, and he came to the river and started collecting the fishing gear he had placed yesterday.

The dozen or so fishing hooks were very powerful, and two giant turtles, three catfish and a snakehead fish were loaded. Li Wen put away his fishing gear and returned to the space to sleep.

Ah! Li Wen sat up from the bed and stretched. He looked at his watch and saw that it was already eleven o'clock at noon. He went to the bathroom, washed up, picked up the backpack and left the space.

There were not many people in the town at this time. After all, there was no big gathering today. It was almost dinner time, and people had already begun to come in and out of the state-owned hotel.

Li Wen picked up his backpack and walked into the state-owned hotel. At a glance, he saw Zhang Xia sitting behind the table with her head down and settling accounts.

As he approached, Li Wen shouted loudly: "Let's get a piece of braised carp!"

"Why are you so loud? There are no carps. I won't sell them to you if I go out." Zhang Xia lowered her head and counted the money and shouted, "Then she looked up and saw that it was Li Wen. She was stunned!"

"You kid, you are making fun of your aunt," Zhang Xia said with a smile.

"I didn't read the writing on the wall that said no beating of customers is allowed, so I wanted to see if it was true," Li Wen said with a smile.

"Haha, you kid, you are joking, be careful if Uncle Wu hears it and use a horse spoon to blow your brains out," Zhang Xia covered her mouth and laughed.

"Why did I have something good today that reminds me of my aunt?" Zhang Xia whispered.

"Isn't it convenient now? Let's go to the back and take a look. Things are a bit eye-catching, Li Wendao."

"What's the inconvenience? Let's go before it's official dinner time. I'll ask the waiter to keep an eye on me for a while."

"Xiaojuan, help me keep an eye on the front."

"I know, Sister Zhang, if you have something to do, go ahead and I'll be watching," a woman in her twenties who was cleaning the table shouted without raising her head.

"Let me see what it is," Zhang Xia said angrily, about to look into the basket on Li Wen's back.

"Aunt, what's the hurry?" Li Wen put down the backpack from his back and said.

As he spoke, he took out the contents of his backpack, including five large carp weighing six to seven pounds, four large turtles and an iron can.

"There are four more big bastards. These are good things. You only encounter them a few times a year. What's the tin can?" Li Wen said. The tin can was a section of milk powder. Li Wen removed the outer wrapping paper.

"This is scarce milk powder. It's made of real milk. It's not milk substitute, malted milk, or whole milk powder. It's infant milk powder suitable for children under six months old. You can smell it. It's good.

"Li Wen opened the package and let Zhang Xia smell it."

"It's actually baby milk powder. You are so generous. This is the first time I have seen milk powder. This thing is really good. Otherwise, it would not be packed in such a good stainless steel can."

"This is really timely. It happened that Lao Wu's daughter-in-law had recently given birth and had no milk. Even though I was in the supply and marketing cooperative, I couldn't get milk powder. I only got a can of malted milk and finished it long ago. The milk powder

Malted milk and malted milk are so rare that they are only available in supply and marketing cooperatives in provincial capitals for a long time. Lao Wu has been looking for them everywhere in a hurry lately. You are so sleepy, hand me a pillow!"

"I'll make some for you to taste, but this stuff has a little fishy smell, which is unavoidable with animal milk powder. Li Wenyong poured some out of the jar and rinsed it with warm water.

Zhang Xia pursed her lips and took a sip, then immediately opened her mouth wide.

"This tastes very similar to human milk. It has a light fragrance with a little fishy smell. It makes your mouth oily when you drink it. This thing is absolutely amazing," Zhang Xia said with her eyes wide open.

"I'll tell Lao Wu," Zhang Xia hurriedly ran towards the kitchen.

Li Wen smiled and looked at Zhang Xia who was leaving. At this time, milk powder had just appeared in the country. What was on the market was milk substitute powder, malted milk powder and a small amount of whole milk powder, but these quantities were extremely rare.

Li Wen checked it out at the county department store and supply and marketing cooperative yesterday, and also consulted with the salespersons. They all said that they were out of stock for a long time and were very precious. However, compared with infant milk powder, these types are much inferior.

A burst of footsteps came quickly from outside the door. Li Wen immediately sat down and saw the bald Uncle Wu running in wearing work clothes with a red face.

"Young man, your name is Awen, right? You are really timely. The bald man took Li Wen's hand and shook it non-stop. He looked at the milk powder on the table and said excitedly."

"Haha! You're welcome, Uncle Wu. Just luck, I happened to be able to help you," Li Wen said with a smile.

"Let's take a look. This is milk powder. It is specially produced for infants and young children. It is a special product. Li Wen picked up the milk powder can and smiled."

"This baby milk powder is really good. It tastes almost like human milk. It's very good. Old Wu, your little grandson is in for a treat this time. Zhang Xia said with a smile."

"It's so good. It smells very refreshing, just like fresh milk. Old Wu narrowed his eyes when he laughed."

"Awen, your baby milk powder is expensive. As long as it's suitable, Uncle Wu, I will never bargain. Old Wu knew that this thing is definitely not cheap, so he gritted his teeth and said to Li Wen."

"Uncle Wu, we are all acquaintances now. You can tell me a price you can accept. I will give it to you as long as it is possible. Moreover, this bucket of milk powder can feed a child from zero to six months old for a month, which is enough for you.

My grandson has been eating for a while, Li Wen said with a smile. "
Chapter completed!