"Seven pounds and three ounces. If you take away the bag, it's seven pounds. I'll give you this bag as a gift."
Li Qinghe did not bargain. It was not easy to walk for half a day and suffer the cold for a few dollars in such a cold weather. He also had no intention of bargaining. He took out RMB 1.4 and handed it over, then took the bag and turned to leave.
After that, he walked around the entire alley, but found nothing to buy, nor did he meet anyone selling poultry, let alone piglets, which were rare and required luck. So he left the Pigeon Market with a bag of rice.
When they arrived at a deserted place, they put the rice into the space, leaving a small space for the chickens to move around, and scattered rice seeds on the remaining half acre of land. The spring water seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, and it raised a column of water, which turned into evenly distributed water droplets in the air to water the rice seeds.
The wheat on the other side has grown a little taller. After two days of upgrades, the space can now speed up its growth four times. Now we can eat white flour a few days earlier.
Afterwards, Li Qinghe trotted and sneaked towards the compound.
The night in the imperial capital is very quiet, the streets are empty, and the air is mixed with the smell of exhaust gas, which is a bit unpleasant, but this is inevitable due to industrial development.
But it is this smell that most people yearn for, because it can only be smelled in the city. To them, this is the breath of the city. As long as they enter the city and have a job, they will have security. They don't have to go to the fields to work before dawn every day, earning only a few work points after a busy day, and earning little money all year round.
Nowadays, people are scrambling for every opportunity to move to the city. Rural women dream of marrying into the city. Qin Huairu married Jia Dongxu because he was a city talent. Even though she had to endure Jia Zhang's bullying every day, she was unwilling to leave because she could still have food to eat in the city. People could really starve to death in the countryside. Even after the three-year disaster, there were still people in the countryside who couldn't get enough food.
Facing the cold wind like a knife, Li Qinghe returned to the courtyard, climbed over the wall again, and walked quickly into the house.
He shivered slightly when he suddenly entered the warm environment.
After adding a few pieces of charcoal to the stove to make the fire burn more vigorously, Li Qinghe took off his hat and face towel, "Huh~ It feels so good. Going out at night is really unbearable."
Lying back on the bed, Li Qinghe felt sleepy and fell into a contented dream.
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