I'm really immortal

After selling fans all morning, the income was good, which was similar to Liu Changan's expectation, but I felt that there would be repeat customers tomorrow, which was a good start.

Zhou Shuling was ready to close the stall in the afternoon. Of course Liu Changan would not insist on selling more rice noodles. In fact, after noon, there were fewer people coming out to eat rice noodles. The rice noodles sold at noon were more than in the morning. For many people, A portion of noodles costing ten yuan in the morning is not as cost-effective as a portion at lunch.

For breakfast, I just have a cup of soy milk, a dumpling or burrito that costs 3 to 5 yuan, and a rice noodle dish that costs 10 yuan for lunch is considered a meal.

Liu Changan did not go home directly, but went to the stone market. There were raw stones, stones, stone building materials, decorative sculptures, etc. all over the world. It took him a long time to find a two-sided stone mill.

"If you want it, I'll send it to you." The store owner said with a smile, "No one wants this thing for ten years. It was carved out by my old man who had no time to do anything."

Of course Liu Changan wanted it. The store owner found a small truck and arranged to send it there. Liu Changan originally wanted to carry it back by himself, but carrying it was too eye-catching, so he decided not to save money that he shouldn't have. , he originally thought that if he didn’t deliver the goods, the store owner should give him at least twenty yuan cheaper.

The stone mill was promoted during the Eastern Han Dynasty. From a modern perspective, this thing is naturally ancient and primitive, and the kinetic energy conversion efficiency is very low. However, at that time, it promoted people's food diversification, and the grains ground by the stone mill , can make more diverse foods, such as soy milk, a drink that was born only after the invention and promotion of stone mills.

After Liu Changan returned home, he took two benches to set up a stone mill and placed a large basin underneath. While pouring soaked old rice into the stone mill, he pushed the stone mill to grind the powder.

Using old rice is not to save costs, but the rice noodles made from old rice have a special texture.

As the saying goes, money can make ghosts work hard. Liu Changan always feels that he is much more powerful than ghosts, but he still has to work hard to make money, but this is an extremely easy thing for him.

If you make money, you can buy a pullet. If you buy the pullet, you can continue to feed the little girl of the Shangguan family. The coffin will not draw life and blood like crazy, and the world will be much more peaceful.

Liu Changan was pushing and grinding, and he saw a little Ultraman coming back from the kindergarten with a schoolbag on his back, his hands swaying left and right, and walking home like an uncle from the People's Liberation Army.

This little Ultraman is of course Zhou Dongdong. She wears an Ultraman mask that just barely hides her face inside.

Liu Changan no longer saw her walking with her arms spinning like a small airplane. There was no doubt that this was the injured state after she received a heavy blow during the airplane dance.

"Brother Chang'an, is this a stone wheel?" Zhou Dongdong saw something like a stone mill for the first time. After all, he was just a child and had little knowledge. Even if he knew that aliens like Ultraman existed in the world, But I don’t know the stone mill.

"No, this is something to bully stupid children." Liu Changan said.

Zhou Dongdong was shocked. Although he firmly believed that he was a clever and brave child, he suddenly felt the horror of this strange thing in front of him.

"How do you bully...how do you bully me?" After Zhou Dongdong finished speaking, he shook his head quickly and asked warily, "No, how do you bully other stupid children?"

"Because the stupid child can't read or study, she has to do hard work. Let her grind the big bag of rice into powder before she can eat."

Zhou Dongdong hurriedly carried his schoolbag and went home to study.

Liu Changan spent the whole afternoon grinding rice noodles, but he didn't see Zhou Dongdong coming downstairs at night. Zhou Shuling said that Zhou Dongdong had been reading picture books at home.

Liu Changan received a message in the evening. It was a video of Liu Changan singing "Ghost Confused" that day, and it was also accompanied by a text message:

"Uncle, look at how good Liu Changan is at flirting with girls. His skills must have been honed on countless girls."

"That's okay. As male animals, they are naturally prepared to capture females for reproduction. Only in this way can they get more opportunities to inherit genes. It can be said that the better a man is at flirting with girls, the better he is genetically speaking. Excellent performance, it’s not his fault, many behaviors between men and women are actually genetically determined.”

"Why do you always speak for Liu Changan? You should be on my side."

"Then why do you always say something wrong with your boyfriend and ask me to stand on your side and criticize your boyfriend together? Do you want to find a reason to kick him and then be with me?"

"No! Even if I kick him, I won't be with you. You are an uncle, you can't molest a little girl like this!"

"After all, there is an age gap between us. As friends, there is actually a generation gap. For example, our views on your boyfriend are completely different."

"It's not a generation gap, it's just...just different positions and perspectives."

"I think your mother and I can have a little chat."

“Maybe, do you want me to give you my mother’s WeChat ID?”

"No, we are not familiar with each other. We middle-aged people rarely add strangers to WeChat, strangers who have no social relationships. Such exchanges on WeChat often have the meaning of introduction, otherwise middle-aged people are very realistic. , and don’t have that much time and energy to chat with strangers.”

"How can you think that! I took the initiative to send my mother's WeChat message, but you don't want it?"

"don't want."

"goodbye!"

Liu Changan chatted to death and went to put a little hen he bought this afternoon into the coffin. The money he made from selling the chicken powder can help the little girl Shangguan eat more. Maybe she can wake up early.

Liu Changan left the carriage and went outside the room of the young man who was monitoring him. He knocked on the door, but there was no sound. After listening carefully, there was indeed no sound. It seemed that he had left.

Liu Changan felt a little regretful, but he didn't care too much. After all, he really wanted to know the background of the person who was spying on him. He didn't have to just beat him up and leave that day. It was okay to ask a few more questions.

Probably like Li Hongfang, they also came from some people who were instructed by Mrs. Karnstad. If you put it this way, these people are really not very interested in this coffin. Fortunately, Qin Peng made the original preparations. It's not bad, it's an armored vehicle, and with such a heavy thing, it's not an easy thing to steal this thing in an old neighborhood with many people, narrow roads, and complicated street traffic. .

This should be the reason why those people did not act rashly and violently. After all, the surveillance cameras all over the street cannot solve the problem by escaping in a car like in the movie.