“1965…”

In a slightly simple bedroom, Chu Heng, who had just passed by, looked at the half-calendar nailed to the wall in a daze, and many labels about this era suddenly appeared in his mind.

Poverty, hunger, chaos, no cell phone, no computer, no WiFi, no uc browser...

"Is this life-threatening?"

Chu Heng scratched his scalp with a frown, and quickly sorted out the messy memories left by the original owner of his body in his mind. He wanted to confirm it.

Not long after, he roughly clarified his current situation.

He is still named Chu Heng, 22 years old, a veteran, and his work unit is Sanliang Store in Sijiucheng. His position is a registered employee, a 24-level cadre treatment, a monthly salary plus subsidy of 45.5 yuan. He now lives in a slum, owns two houses, his ancestors are tenants, and his parents are all martyrs. The family is only a second uncle, named Chu Jianshe, who serves as the deputy director of the grain management office and is a master with a deep background.

"This identity should be fine." Chu Heng breathed a long sigh, and he also felt a little energetic, looking at his house in the dark sky in the early morning.

The layout of the bedroom is extremely simple. On the inner side is an old-fashioned hard-board bed with rough workmanship. Judging from the material, it should be beech wood, with very sufficient materials and very strong. I guess it will be fine if I have used it for another thirty or fifty years.

In addition, there is a round table and a wardrobe. Judging from the material and style, this should be made by the same carpenter.

Near the window, there is a coal ball stove, a pieced together black iron chimney that extends from the furnace body out of the window.

It is early winter now, and the original owner is alone and the whole family is not hungry. Therefore, he is willing to live in life. Although the weather is not too cold, he still sealed the fire in the stove. Even after a night, the kettle on the stove cover still had a little temperature.

Chu Heng, who felt oily on his face, quickly stepped forward, picked up the kettle on the stove, and put some warm water into the red enamel basin on the basin stand next to him. After dipping the water on his hands, he wiped some pancreas and washed his face happily.

“A little hungry.”

After wiping himself with a yellowed white towel on the shelf, Chu Heng rubbed his shriveled belly, pushed open the bedroom door and walked into the outer room.

Just now, he had figured it out.

Since you have traveled through time, you will be blamed for being blamed. It is the right thing to live in the present moment.

Moreover, there are still many opportunities in these 1960s.

Hidden some antiques secretly, and if you have the chance to stock up on a few more houses, when the great man starts reform and opening up, he will take action on his hands. At that time, he will do nothing and will still be able to be young every day...

Chu Heng was suddenly stunned, frowned and calculated his age at that time, and was a little overjoyed.

Don’t think about the things that are missing, just fill your stomach first!

The outer room was very messy, and a lot of rags that were not suitable for use were piled up in every corner.

There is a cabinet near the wall to the north. It has been stained with smoke and fire over the years. There is also a large tank half a person tall next to it, which is used to hold grain.

The tank is quite big, but unfortunately there are not many things inside.

In this era, everything you buy has to be sold with tickets, and things like grain and oil are distributed according to the number of people. Although Chu Heng works in a grain store, he should be as much or as much as the grain. His grain is 32 kilograms, including 25 kilograms of corn flour and sorghum rice, and the fine grain is only seven kilograms, 2 kilograms of rice and 5 kilograms of noodles.

At this time, people were short of oil and water. Many people didn’t have enough food for six or seven big steamed buns in a meal. For him, this little food could make him starve to death.

Chu Heng walked swaying to the rice jar and lifted the wooden jar cover on it.

I saw a few shriveled cloth bags inside, most of which were empty, with only two bags of food in them. One bag contained cornmeal, which was probably a big bowl, and the other contained rice. It was only a small handful, and it was even more slim to cook porridge.

Chu Heng looked at Mi Gang in shock, his lips trembled a few times, and gritted his teeth and cursed: "Fuck!"

It will take three days to issue new food coupons. Obviously, this little food will not last until then.

If you want to avoid being hungry, you can only buy it at the pigeon market.

"This turtle lamb doesn't leave any way out for himself!" Chu Heng cursed at the original owner hatefully, and suddenly remembered the large warehouse of the grain company he guarded in front of him. It would be great if he brought that warehouse too. Not to mention being hungry, it would be fine if he had eaten a bowl and threw ten bowls.

"Um?"

Just as he was thinking about the warehouse, Chu Heng suddenly felt a dizzy moment. The next moment he left the messy kitchen and returned to the large warehouse where he was responsible for guarding.

Looking at the mountains of rice, flour, grain and oil in front of him, he was a little confused for a moment.

"I've worn it back again?"

Chu Heng murmured to himself, feeling that all this became unreal. He took a deep breath, ran to the warehouse gate excitedly, and pushed it hard.

uc, I'm here!

The door remained motionless.

"What's the situation?" He patted the door with great force, which was obviously not locked, but seemed to be welded to death. He looked out through the crack of the door. All he saw was a piece of darkness, and there was no light source.

Chu Heng suddenly fell silent.

Could it be that this warehouse really traveled with him?

After thinking about it, he tried to shout in his heart: "Go back!"

Swish!

The next moment, he disappeared from the warehouse and returned to the kitchen.

"It's true!"

Chu Heng widened his eyes in shock, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

At this moment, he could clearly feel the existence of the warehouse and take it away!

After a while, Chu Heng calmed down his mind, and immediately saw his mind move, and a large bag of Wuchang Rice Fragrance Rice filled with fifty kilograms appeared at his feet.

"Mom, dad, your son is about to make a fortune."

Chu Heng looked down at the heavy rice bag, silently muttered to another time and space in his heart. After he had already passed away, he plunged into the grain and oil warehouse where he did not know where he existed.

When he was guarding this warehouse, he had never paid attention to the types of things inside. He was not short of the stuttering, so he was thinking about what he was doing.

But this time he needs to take a good look.

In this era of scarcity of supplies, the rice, flour, grain and oil in this warehouse are no longer pure food. Sometimes, this thing works better than money!

Chu Heng ran around the warehouse like a wild donkey.

After a while, he had figured out the types of supplies in the warehouse.

Grain includes rice, flour, corn flour, and cooking oils include peanut oil, soybean oil, rapeseed oil, and blended oil.

He really can't calculate the specific quantity, it's too many. It's such a large warehouse as a football field, full of rice, flour, grain and oil, but he doesn't have the energy to calculate the specific quantity carefully.
Chapter completed!