It’s a Bit Early To Cross

The morning light is dim.

Director Chu, who had slept sweetly all night, got up from the bed refreshed, had a quick meal and rode to the pigeon market.

He was going to go to the old man who sold wine and get the recipe in his hand.

In the hazy morning light and in the icy cold wind, Director Chu was galloping all the way and arrived at the place in less than twenty minutes.

Compared with years ago, the pigeon market at this time is much deserted, with sparse booths and scattered customers, looking very depressed.

After all, during that time a few years ago, everyone bought everything that should have been bought, so who still wanders around when they have nothing to do?

Even Ergou didn't ask him for goods in this section, which shows how bad the business was at this time.

After Chu Heng found a place to put away his bicycle, he hurriedly entered the pigeon market.

The result was very disappointing. He turned around and didn't find the old man selling wine. I don't know if it was because the business was not doing well or what, the old man did not come to the stall.

"Hey!"

Chu Heng sighed helplessly, thinking that he had already come, so he went to the ticket dealer to buy and count the tickets, and then rode back home.

It's only after six o'clock, it's too early to go to work.

This time there is no rush. He wandered all the way and didn't return home until nearly seven o'clock.

After entering the house, he lit the fire again, made himself a cup of tea, and sat by the stove leisurely watching Dong Xuanzi's Royal Secret Records.

It took him a long time to grind this book before he borrowed it from the old man.

The content is very exciting, some of which are like the yy articles in later generations of online articles, about a Taoist named Dong Xuanzi, who used the convenience of alchemy for the emperor to have three or two things with his concubines in the harem...

While he was reading, Xu Damao, who was hungover, finally woke up. He rubbed his aching head, and was about to get up to relieve himself, but as soon as he moved, he felt a pain in his lower abdomen.

"hiss!"

He frowned and lifted the quilt. Seeing that his lower abdomen was actually red and swollen, he pulled his red-faced daughter-in-law beside him with a grin and asked her, "Ezi, Ezi, I fought with Hengzi last night?"

"Drunken like a dead dog, what a fight." Lou Xiao'e opened her eyes lazily.

"Then why is my belly swollen?" Xu Damao wondered.

"Oh...you fell." Lou Xiao'e turned her back with a guilty conscience, not daring to look at her husband.

"I drink this little wine, I can't drink like this in the future." Xu Damao shook his head angrily, and got up and got out of bed.

...

Time passed quickly, and it was 7:40 in the blink of an eye.

Chu Heng looked at his watch, put down the book, and re-sealed the stove, then went out to work with his bag in hand.

When she arrived at the unit, Miss Ni was already here, and she was diligently cleaning the office, with a melodious little song in her mouth, and she seemed to be in a good mood.

Behind the girl in the aisle who was walking lightly, he suddenly stretched out his hand to hug her slender waist: "Comrade Xiao Ni is very hardworking."

"You're here." Ni Yinghong looked back at him, a happy smile appeared on her flawless face, she leaned back slightly, leaning in his arms, rubbing and rubbing.

"Kiss." Chu Heng's heart warmed and he slowly lowered his head.

Ni Yinghong smiled and turned to face him, tiptoeing and kissing his lips lightly.

Finished drawing, drawing again...

After a while, he was content to let go of the blushing girl, wiped himself back to his position, took out the minutes of yesterday's meeting, and sorted out his own work notes.

Ni Yinghong glanced at her man gently, reached out to take the tea box and enamel jar, and poured a cup full of tea for Yin Yin and put it on his table.

Chu Heng raised his head and smiled strangely: "You performed well, I will reward you with ice cream later."

"It's not right!" The girl gave him a charming glance, took the rag and walked out of the office.

It was eight o'clock in the blink of an eye.

The young couple came to the front room side by side.

Chu Heng held a brief meeting and explained the rodent eradication operation.

For this kind of thing involving collective honor, the employees are still very active, after all, everyone wants face.

And they are very familiar with this kind of thing.

Aunt Sun directly and proudly took one-fifth of the task: "When I go back at night, I will let the boys in my family go out and catch them, at least twenty!"

Others don't give too much. You and I will round up the number allocated by the above.

"My house is in trouble with mice."

"There is a lot of garbage station in front of my house. I'll go there and see when I look back."

"I know a good place, full of rats."

Well, I didn't expect to be able to catch enough in the grain store.

In order to reduce food loss in the store, the mouse medicine and mouse traps in the house have not been cut off. Basically, three or two mice can be killed every day, and the number of mice has been controlled at a reasonable level. Scope.

If they wanted 20 or 30 of them at the top, they might be able to complete the task with a little effort, but this time it was a bit embarrassing to ask for 100.

So I can only find a way from other places.

The reason why the above gave so many tasks is a bit of a problem left over from history.

The rodent eradication operation in the grain store is carried out every year, and sometimes even several times a year. At the beginning, the number given by the above was not so much, that is, it looked like twenty or thirty.

But when all the grain stores below completed the task perfectly, the top saw that it was so easy, so they added a little bit to the top, and in order not to be criticized, the grain stores below naturally tried their best to deliver it. .

Then it fell into an infinite loop, with twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, and so on, adding burdens little by little, looking for the limit below.

Next, I try to grab the mouse and turn it over to save my face,

It's now 100...

It is estimated that when there is this action next time, the number will be 111 or 105.

Chu Heng sometimes worries about the grain store directors ten or twenty years later.

It's too late for a special mother now!

After the meeting was over and the tasks were assigned, Chu Heng left the grain store by bicycle.

It's not to go out and wave, he is to deliver wine to the second uncle. Although he didn't find the old man who sold the wine, he can't delay the big event, right?

Only when Chu Jianshe is stable can he be stable.

He can still handle the light and heavy.

The big deal is to go to the bathroom a few times less in the future.

Chu Heng walked slowly all the way to the Grain Management Office~www.wuxiamtl.com~ After handing over a one-pound bottle of tiger **** wine to Chu Jianshe, he sat there chatting for a while, and inquired about the news in the office.

At about ten o'clock, he came out of the food management office.

Thinking that there was nothing to do in the store, Chu Heng turned the car around and went to the trust store.

I haven't been shopping for a while, and I don't know if there is anything new.

This time, he went to Caishikou Trust, and when he got to the place to lock the car, Chu Heng walked into the shop.

It may be because of the Chinese New Year, there are not many customers in the store, and they are sparsely distributed at various counters.

Chu Heng went straight to the counter that sold pots and pans, threw a cigarette to the old man who sold it, and after chatting a few words, he went into the counter to choose something.

The old man didn't care about him, he wiped himself and chatted with his colleagues.

He's a regular customer now, and he's a familiar face. We all know that he likes to pick beautiful china, and he's also generous, so let him go.