Siheyuan: Start at level 60, beat up all the animals

Li Yang pushed open the gate of the courtyard and walked onto the street.

It is early autumn now, the sun is warm but not scorching, and it makes people feel particularly comfortable and pleasant when it shines on their bodies.

There are tall sycamore trees on both sides of the street, and the golden leaves sway gently in the breeze. From time to time, a few leaves fall down, spinning and landing on the ground, making a slight rustling sound.

Li Yang took a deep breath. The air was filled with the fragrance of soil and leaves, which made him feel refreshed.

He strolled along the street, and from time to time pedestrians on bicycles passed by him, with the sound of bicycle bells ringing non-stop.

Several students carrying backpacks were walking and laughing on the road. They were wearing neat blue school uniforms, bright red scarves on their chests, and their faces were filled with youthful vigor.

There are all kinds of slogans posted on the walls along the roadside, some of which read "Resolutely support the leadership of the flower growers", "Hold high the great red flag of Mr. Li", "Strive to achieve xxxx" and other slogans.

Li Yang looked at these slogans with mixed feelings.

Although he was a time traveler, the original owner's memory told him that people in this era were full of longing and yearning for Xx, and they firmly believed that under the leadership of Zhihua, they would be able to build an ideal new China.

When Li Yang thought about living in such a passionate era, he felt his blood boiling and he couldn't wait to throw himself into the hot construction.

As Li Yang walked, he looked at the people passing by on the street.

Because it was a three-year period of natural disasters, many people were thin, had sallow complexions, sunken eye sockets, and were obviously malnourished.

But there was no trace of depression or decadence on their faces. Instead, they showed a high-spirited spirit.

Everyone is contributing their efforts to the construction of the flower-growing home. No matter how difficult life is, no one retreats or gives up.

Just then, Li Yang arrived at the bus stop, ready to take the bus to Chaoyang Vegetable Market.

Soon, a green bus rumbled over with a huge black biogas bag on the roof, shaking continuously with the bumps of the bus.

This is an iconic device on buses in the 60s, and Li Yang is very familiar with it.

He hurriedly followed a group of people waiting for the bus and stepped onto the carriage.

As soon as he got on the bus, a special smell mixed with cigarette smell, sweat smell and marsh smell hit him in the face, making Li Yang almost cry.

I endured the discomfort and squeezed to the back of the carriage, finally finding an empty seat and sitting down.

The carriage was soon packed with people, and everywhere was filled with the smell of sweat, cigarette smoke, and the pungent smell of swamp.

……

About ten minutes later, the bus slowly stopped in front of the Chaoyang Vegetable Market.

Li Yang got off the bus with the crowd and took a deep breath of the air with the scent of grass. Only then did he feel that the depression in his chest had dissipated a lot.

He walked into the vegetable market, but found that many vegetable stalls had sold out due to shortage of supplies.

Especially the meat stalls, which were almost deserted with only some broken bones left.

There was only one stall selling mutton that had meat left, but there was not much left.

Since mutton is mostly lean meat, it tastes worse than fatty pork and is more expensive than pork, so few people are willing to buy it.

As for beef, that's out of the question. In this day and age, cattle are a valuable labor force. Who would be willing to slaughter them for meat?

Seeing that other meat stalls were out of stock, Li Yang had no choice but to go to the mutton stall and asked: "Comrade, how much is a pound of mutton?"

The stall owner was a man in his forties, with a sturdy build and a ruddy face. He looked like a butcher all year round.

He looked up at Li Yang and replied with a smile: "70 cents a pound, comrade, how much do you want?"

"Two kilograms," Li Yang blurted out without even thinking about it.

"Two, two pounds?" The stall owner immediately widened his eyes and looked at Li Yang in surprise, as if confirming whether he had heard it wrong.

You know, two kilograms of mutton is not something that ordinary people can afford, not to mention that it is still a rationing system. Even if you have money, you may not be able to get so many meat tickets.

"Uh... are you sure you want two pounds? Wouldn't it be nice to use these tickets to buy two pounds of pork belly? A pound of pork belly is only 70 cents, and you can use it to refine oil and eat meat at the same time, what a good deal," the stall owner reminded carefully.

Li Yang smiled indifferently, took out a stack of brand new banknotes and bills from his pocket, and said nonchalantly: "I just want two kilograms of mutton, please weigh it for me."

Seeing how generous he was, the stall owner didn't hesitate any longer and quickly agreed: "Okay, I'll cut it for you right away!"

He swiftly picked up the boning knife on the chopping board, cut the lamb leg into even slices, wrapped them in oil paper, and handed them to Li Yang.

"Two pounds of lamb legs, a total of one dollar and four cents, here you go..." The stall owner took the banknotes and receipts handed over by Li Yang with a smile.

Li Yang thanked him and continued shopping with the mutton in his hand.

After buying the mutton, Li Yang wandered around the vegetable market again, preparing to buy some more seasonings and vegetables so that he could go back and make a pot of delicious mutton soup for himself.

I came to a stall selling dried goods and bought some common seasonings such as old ginger, aniseed, and peppercorns.

After leaving the market, I suddenly remembered that I didn't have much food and oil at home, so I turned into a nearby grocery store to buy some more rice and noodles.

The grocery store was empty, with only a few bags of flour, rice and some snacks on the shelves, looking a bit depressed.

But on the top shelf there are several rows of brightly colored candy boxes, sparkling in the dim light, which is particularly eye-catching.

Li Yang took a closer look and found that it was White Rabbit Milk Candy!

He couldn't help but recall that he loved this kind of candy when he was a child. Every time he passed by the store after school, he would pester his parents to buy him a pack.

The sweet, milky taste still makes him savor it till now.

"Oh my god, you can still buy White Rabbit in this day and age? I have to try a pack!"

Li Yang's eyes lit up, and he didn't care about his image anymore. He walked to the counter in two steps and said to the salesperson: "Comrade, give me a pack of White Rabbit!"

"Okay, a pack of White Rabbit for two yuan. What else do you want?" Without even looking up, the salesperson skillfully took a box of milk candy from the shelf and handed it to Li Yang.

"Give me another five pounds of flour, five pounds of rice, and one pound of cornmeal."

"Okay, five catties of flour, five catties of rice, one catty of cornmeal, a bottle of... plus two yuan of milk candy, the total is..." The salesperson quickly put the things into a plastic bag and started to calculate the bill with an abacus.

Li Yang took out the money and food coupons and was about to pay when he heard the salesperson say, "Wait a minute, let me calculate, the total is... 10.23 yuan. You have 11 yuan, so I'll give you 77 cents..."

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At the same time, the courtyard.

Qin Huairu and an old lady came to the deaf old lady's house.

"Grandma, now the uncle and the others have been arrested by the police, what should we do?!" Qin Huairu couldn't help but ask as soon as she entered the room and sat down.