The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

　　 According to the trend of this line, Pork Rong probably has nothing left to sell at this stall today.

　　 Seeing this situation, Gu Zheng was also very satisfied. He patted the other person on the shoulder for the third time, showing off slightly proudly: "How is it? Brother Gu won't lose your meat, right?"

　　 No loss! It's a bargain!

　　 Pork Rong almost smiled a chrysanthemum on his face.

He waited until he finished his job of selling meat at the meat stall, only to realize that it was past midday, and when he turned his head and chatted with the surrounding vendors, he realized that Gu Zheng was not only looking at him. The stall started, but he had patronized all kinds of vendors.

　　 But don’t tell me, Gu Zheng’s tricks on the gourd paintings are pretty good one by one, and the real achievement of small profits but quick turnover highlights the characteristics of this place---cheap.

　　 The grateful vendors put their heads together and whispered, and finally they came to a reliable conclusion for the discussion.

　　 Gu Zheng, who works as an intermediary, has a bright mind and a good heart, and he is willing to help everyone out.

If they put this small, influential market under Gu Zheng’s business, and let him manage it, maybe the businesses of their vendors can really become bigger and stronger, and one day they will be able to reach the standard. Supermarket, dream of owning its own independent booth.

　　A beautiful tomorrow is beckoning to them! The premise is to convince Gu Zheng how to say, and continue to give advice to them.

　　 The pork is still rich and generous. He slapped the fan-like palm of his hand on his thigh, and he came up with a good idea.

　　 "Hey! Don't you all charge management fees for intermediary services? Even if we are a group, can we entrust our management to Gu Zheng?"

　　 "Whoever wants to participate here will raise their hand!"

　　 There are still a lot of people, there are more than 20 mobile vendors.

　　 "That's enough, one hundred dollars a month is not too much, right? I will ask them again when the people are ready tomorrow. If there are more people, let's go to Gu Zheng!"

　　 You are quite thief, the wisdom of small merchants and hawkers is really infinite.

　　 In this huge city, the rental fee for a regular farmer’s market stall is 2,000 yuan a month at the cheapest price. The problem is that there is nowhere to find it, and it is full before the market opens.

　　 one hundred a month, this kind of cabbage price, you can only find a solution to people like Gu Zheng.

　　 Gu Zheng, who is highly respected by them, is doing it now?

Cooking.

　　The white-flowered Northeast Wuchang rice is put into the rice cooker. Although it does not have the unique taste of wood-fired stoves, it has a more delicate sweetness.

　　 The fat and thin layered pork belly was cut into regular thick squares by Gu Zheng, and buried in the rock sugar, squeezed into a casserole full of joy.

　　The a little sluggish cabbage gang has been lavishly removed by Gu Zheng, leaving only the most tender heart of the cabbage. With the fragrance of old vinegar under his hands, it has become the prototype of vinegared cabbage.

　　 The cold noodles, boiled peanuts, and the melody of enoki mushrooms in spicy oil, waiting for the arrival of cucumbers, composing a concerto that belongs to the spring cold dish.

　　 What a hearty lunch is this. The most enjoyable thing is that there are cans of Coke and beer on the left and right of Gu Zheng's small dinner table.

　　 is just aiming at the pile of bargains that I have taken up today, how can I also reward myself?

　　 Gu Zheng, who was eating alone, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Maybe it felt too good for someone to be around, so that he had forgotten what it was like to be alone.

　　 The sound of quiet chewing was particularly distinct in this secluded courtyard, and Gu Zheng, who had eaten a large piece of meat, suddenly lost his original appetite for food in reality.

　　 I still have to rush to eat something to be delicious. Maybe after lunch, it’s time to start my second journey.

　　 Well, in order to continue my life, I should hurry up!

　　 Gu Zheng, a tough guy, would not admit that he was lonely.

　　 The afternoon sun can always warm people in the spring. Laughing and forgetting books, who are busy digesting their own energy, are also lying lazily and lethargic on the small desk.

　　 "Squeaky"

　　 There was a soft sound of pushing the door, and Gu Zheng quietly walked into the study next to the bedroom, and flipped through the front page of the book.

　　 "You, why are you here."

The font of 　　 Xiao Wangshu appeared a little flustered. He had never seen such a host on the pole to do the task of suffering.

　　 The keen Gu Zheng sensed something wrong, he turned his head and asked: "Weird, your system, isn't it that you want the host to collect energy for you desperately? Why do you ask so strange when you get here?"

　　 "Could it be that you are completely out of energy? Then I will take you apart and see if I can continue my life! It saves trouble!"

"Stop, stop! Who said I can't open the second world! Why did you take the bricks if you didn't agree with me! Also! The desk is used to put noble books like me! Why do you want to be with me? Put a brick next to it!"

　　 The panicked Xiao Wangshu didn't care about its plan to continue to accumulate energy, so he unfolded its second page in a panic.

　　The pages belonging to the first world dimmed, and the third page following it ~www.novelmt.com~ is still stuck with other pages and cannot be opened.

　　 Gu Zheng, who already knew the rules, mumbled pain, and skillfully took a needle to **** a small eye on the tip of his finger.

　　 "It's really troublesome salted fish system, I don't know if you finish reading this book, can I be able to write a history of blood and tears!"

　　 With the pressing of the little blood dot, the second page of the book of Xiao Wang once again flourished.

　　‘Click...’

　　 The familiar white ball of light floated out of Gu Zheng's body again, and plunged into the second world of Xiao Wangshu with a cheerful mood.

　　 The night is slightly cool, and the moon waves are like water.

　　 When Gu Zheng opened his eyes again this time, he looked around, and his nervousness also calmed down.

　　 The place where this new client is now, is quiet enough to make people hear Qiu Chan's call.

　　The vision is wide, the distant mountains are towering, and there is no one in silence. Taking advantage of this good opportunity, Gu Zheng closed his eyes and accepted the memory of Gu Zheng who belonged to the second world.

　　 After just a few breaths, Gu Zheng, who was standing on the empty field, opened his eyes before the performance of the small solo of insects.

He touched his chin subconsciously, alas, this matter is a bit difficult to handle. It seems that the future world is getting more and more out of the modern world he was once familiar with, something unheard of and incomprehensible with his life experience. And the world, may meet more and more.

　　 Take the current world background of Gu Zheng as an example. Needless to say, it is definitely not a good time.

　　 This world is utterly messy.

　　 In a huge country, it is in a state of anarchy. All administrative institutions and rights enforcement are managed by bandits.