The cold wind howled.

Standing behind the pancake stall, facing the bustling crowd, Zhang Qiyang suddenly became very cramped.

On the way here, his shoes were snowy, and after melting into ice water, they soaked his insoles and the soles of both of his feet were about to freeze and crack.

The original owner didn't even have a pair of decent shoes, and the warmest thing was the pair of copycat tourist shoes worn by Zhang Qiyang's feet.

Although it is a high-top style, it can protect the foot and neck, but the sole of this shoe has been worn down to the extent that it may rot at any time, and the little toes on both sides are also worn out.

As a human being in two lives, Zhang Qiyang has never been so hungry and cold.

In his last life, he was the son of the richest man, the master of the cannon admired by everyone, and the god of creation! He enjoyed all the glory and wealth in the world.

It's a pity that good times always pass quickly.

The former splendor was like fireworks bursting in the night sky, fleeting, and even good memories did not leave much for Zhang Qiyang.

He only remembered that he had walked a path to godhood.

The scenery on this road was like a hazy painting, no matter how hard he tried to remember, it was still like looking back through a layer of foggy glass windows, and he couldn't even remember what the most important women around him looked like, what his four children looked like, and what their names were.

It felt like he had Alzheimer's, and all the memories in his head were hazy and trivial, and he couldn't string them together in a coherent line.

Some memories of the earlier self-world can be vaguely connected, but because they have been separated for too long, these memories and emotions have also become very hazy and blurred.

It was like a mess in his head, and everything was chaotic.

This chaotic state of mind even affected his IQ after coming to this world.

Not long after coming here, Zhang Qiyang realized that his IQ had dropped below the level line, and if he took a test, he would definitely not exceed eighty.

There are many simple questions and things that he can't understand now, but he knows in his heart that he can figure it out, but he just can't figure it out, and this kind of pain is something that ordinary people can't understand.

This new body, this new world, was like a hell, and it completely sealed him.

The chances of his magical brain power being unlocked in this plane are extremely low.

Now Zhang Qiyang doesn't look forward to having an evolutionary brain, he just hopes that his mind won't always be so chaotic, and he can live like a normal person.

But even so, it was still an unattainable thing for him.

Just like now, pushing the car to the bus stop, in front of so many potential customers, his mouth feels like it is frozen, and he doesn't even know how to fight back against those who question him about his pancake stall.

Because he sells pancakes at the door of his house, the residents in the neighborhood know that he is the son of the army and know that their family is a rag harvester, who wants to buy pancakes like this?

A few people were really hungry and wanted to buy pancakes to eat, and when they heard that the children around them said that the pancake stall was a rag at home, they immediately dispelled the idea of buying pancakes and went to the nearby scramble shop to buy egg scones.

Zhang Qiyang pestled alive in the cold wind for more than 20 minutes, and not a single pancake was sold.

His body was cold, but his heart was anxious, the shabby Lei Feng hat covered his head with several layers of sweat, and he saw customers passing by his pancake stall, he just didn't know how to attract customers, and he was really going to die.

There are words in his mouth, but he can't say them, not because he is dumb, but because his brain is so chaotic that he can't figure out what to say at all.

He knew he had to change, but his brain was like a shackle, making it difficult for him to do anything.

Seeing that he couldn't sell pancakes at the door of his house, Zhang Qiyang pushed the cart bitterly, preparing to walk two more stops and stay away from home to sell pancakes.

But when he walked to Di'anmen Nei Street, he was stopped by the security assistant of the neighborhood committee here, and he was not allowed to do illegal business here.

In this era, not everyone can casually push a small cart on the street to do business, and there are also chengguan here.

If you want to sell snacks legally, you have to have a storefront, and you have to apply for a license.

With the financial resources of Zhang Qiyang's family, it is estimated that he will not be able to make up 500 yuan after selling all his belongings.

He couldn't do a serious business at all.

can only be under the protection of the aunts of the neighborhood committee in their own area, and they can survive by selling pancakes and making ends meet.

But selling pancakes at the door of his house, everyone knows his details, and he can't sell any sales at all.

No, he froze in the cold wind all morning, from seven o'clock to half past nine, and he sold 11 pancakes with a single egg.

After deducting the cost, Zhang Qiyang only earned a pitiful 3 yuan this morning.

In this era, pancakes were far less profitable than in later generations.

Although Zhang Qiyang's brain is not as good as before, he still calculates the simplest account clearly.

Eggs in this era are not cheap compared to later generations, and the unit price of eggs in the cheapest farmers' market is also two cents.

Others such as soybeans, mung beans, flour, thin crisps, chopped green onions, sesame seeds, sweet and spicy sauce, and oil all cost money, and the cost of a pancake is at least six cents.

How much did pancakes sell for in this era?

There is only one piece, and the one with two eggs is a piece of five, and the one with three eggs is two.

The more eggs he sandwiches, the more Zhang Qiyang earns, but unfortunately, the one who came to him to spread pancakes early did not add more eggs, and he asked for a single egg.

He came in a hurry this day, but he brought 100 sets of pancake ingredients, and as a result, 11 were sold in the morning, and one was discarded and he ate it himself.

It seems that this road is impassable, but Zhang Qiyang's brain is in chaos, and he doesn't know when he will be able to open his mind, so as long as he is sure of one thing, he is easily reluctant to turn, and he doesn't know how to turn, so he can only endure all the injuries and tiredness and sell the pancakes to the end.

At noon, the sky finally warmed up, and Zhang Qiyang pushed the cart to the foot of the Bell and Drum Tower to continue selling pancakes.

The Bell and Drum Tower is not a particularly famous scenic spot in Beijing, but there are many scenic spots around, such as Shichahai, Yandai Xiejie, Nanluoguxiang, Prince Gong's Mansion or something, which are all important stops for traveling to Beijing to experience the Hutong culture, there are many foreigners who love to visit, but there are very few foreigners who buy pancakes.

After selling for noon, Zhang Qiyang only sold six pancakes, he ate two of them to fill his stomach, his mouth was really greedy, he wanted to drink a cup of hot milk, he bought another cup of hot milk, and as a result, all the money he earned in the morning and noon was eaten into his own stomach, and there was not a penny left.

In the afternoon, with the attitude of grinding more stupid knives, he went home and studied how to make pancakes more delicious and economical in the afternoon, and when he pushed a cart to sell pancakes on the edge of the Bell and Drum Tower Cultural Square in the evening, he finally made a little progress.

Relying on the help of the old neighbors, he sold 21 pancakes that night, earning six yuan and two! This really made him a little overjoyed!

Two of the pancakes sold in the evening were sold to a young American couple who had come to China for a free trip.

It's a pity that Zhang Qiyang's current pancake skills are not very exquisite, the pancakes are salty and light, and the quality control is too poor, so he did not leave a particularly good memory of the stall food for these two old beauties.

In this era, foreigners know that Peking duck is delicious, but few foreigners know that Chinese pancakes and fruits are actually authentic and delicious.

Zhang Qiyang failed to seize this opportunity to speak for Chinese pancakes. But because he sold pancakes to foreigners, he made money from foreigners, which strengthened Zhang Qiyang's determination to continue selling pancakes.

The small bungalow where the original owner's family lived was at the foot of the Bell and Drum Tower.

There are many courtyard houses and cultural relics protection units in this area, but the original owner's family did not live in the kind of large-scale courtyard houses, not even large courtyards, but the kind of shanty houses where the poorest people lived, and there were no courtyards at all.

The rows of small bungalows are like lattice houses, one after the other, and the area is super small. The spacing between the front and back rooms is also very close. The alley at the door is said to be a alley, but in fact it is not a alley at all, but a narrow path, and the two walk opposite each other, and they have to turn sideways to pass by.

Anyone who has been to the Beijing Bell and Drum Tower should have noticed that on the east side of the square between the Bell Tower and the Drum Tower, there is a large area of such shantytowns, and the narrow alleys of these houses before 08 years lead directly to the Bell and Drum Tower Cultural Square, which is especially "eye-opening" for foreigners.

Later, in order to maintain the image of the capital, the outside of these dilapidated shantytowns was enclosed with cement walls, but the actual dirty and messy environment inside has not changed.

And because it is too close to the Bell and Drum Tower, there are always beasts shouting to protect the ancient capital of Beijing, and this place has become a nail field that no one can tear down.

In other places, it is always said that there are nail households, which refers to the residents who are reluctant to leave the demolition, but in the shantytown next to the Bell and Drum Tower Square, the people have been looking forward to it for decades and want to quickly demolish it to live in the building, but they can't look forward to the legendary retreat when they look forward to the stars and the moon.

Unfortunately, the original owner's house that Zhang Qiyang crossed over is in this most miserable shantytown, and even if he wants to sell the house after it appreciates, he can't sell it at a price.

I don't know if he enjoyed too much happiness in his previous life, in this life, God didn't give him a little way to live for nothing.

Not to mention happiness, it was a small miracle that he was able to feed himself without starvation before his brain was enlightened.

In fact, if he is a little more active, taking advantage of so many tourist attractions around his home, he can do something to live a well-off life.

But it's a pity that he doesn't have any breakthrough ideas in his mind now, and after identifying the pancakes, he won't turn around, saying that he has to earn back the capital, and pay back the 500 yuan borrowed by Aunt Guan Wang, and he wants to return the deed, so he is steady.

Just so stupid but firm in the cold wind for a week, Zhang Qiyang's pancake stall finally had a little success, on February 1, he sold a record 60 pancakes throughout the day, netting 18 yuan! This is the highest single-day sales record since he came out of the stall!

Coupled with the 32 yuan he earned a few days ago, he finally earned his first fifty yuan after coming to the new world!

Although the money is very small, and he has not completely recovered his capital, he can earn 50 yuan with clumsy hands, and he doesn't have to eat every day, Zhang Qiyang is really a little satisfied.

To make money according to this trend, he should be able to pay back his neighbor Aunt Wang's 500 yuan before the Spring Festival.

When he gets the deed back, he can have a good year in a down-to-earth manner.

In fact, after Aunt Guan Wang borrowed 500 yuan, Zhang Qiyang did not spend all the money.

After coming to this world for two weeks of freezing, all the stinky problems on Zhang Qiyang's body were starved, he was not the richest young master in the previous life, he spent money lavishly.

After recognizing the truth of life, he is now very cautious in spending every penny, and a dime can be broken into an eight-petal flower, but never into a seven-petal flower.

He took care of the five hundred yuan that Aunt Wang borrowed, but only moved two hundred and five, all of which were invested in the pancake business, and he didn't even dare to buy himself a pair of warm shoes. I'm afraid that I won't be able to earn it back if I spend it.

Now that he has been in the pancake business for more than a week, Zhang Qiyang finally has a little bit of a score in his heart, and he doesn't have to be so shy anymore.

After closing the stall that night, Zhang Qiyang was going to eat mutton skewers, treat himself well, and no longer eat pancakes and fruits every day.

In the past few days, he has eaten the pancakes that have been discarded, and he is about to eat himself into pancakes.

It's been a long time since I've seen meat, and today he's going to prescribe meat for himself!

Lamb skewers in this era are very cheap, three skewers for a dollar, although the meat skewers are not big, but they are basically real mutton, and you will not be allowed to eat dead cat meat or dead mouse meat.

The beer is only two or one bottles a piece, and the roasted large steamed bread slices are only three cents.

With five or six dollars, you can have a refreshing meal of skewers at a roadside stall.

If you want to go to the store to eat, you can eat a meal of stew and lamb skewers for ten yuan.

It's a pity that he is shy now, Zhang Qiyang doesn't dare to go to the store to open meat, he can only go to the roadside stall to eat mutton skewers.

There are two skewer stalls at the entrance of the Gulou community not far from his home, Zhang Qiyang passed by when he was selling pancakes before, and he was hesitant when he smelled the smell of mutton skewers, but he was not willing to buy them.

Today he decided to spend five dollars and go for a good meal!

At half past eight in the evening, the northwest of the sixth level was blowing.

The outside temperature was close to minus 5 degrees Celsius.

Zhang Qiyang put on a tattered army coat and walked towards the gate of the Gulou community shivering.

As he walked on the road, he thought, on such a cold day, wouldn't the two stalls not come out to set up stalls?

Sure enough, he guessed correctly.

Usually two companies compete for a stall, but today only one came out.

Because of the cold weather, there were no customers eating skewers at all.

Today's stall is a forty-year-old Northeast elder sister, with a frozen face, sitting on the bench with her limbs curled together, and is guarding the charcoal stove to roast the fire.

Seeing Zhang Qiyang coming straight to her stall, the eldest sister in the Northeast thought that Zhang Qiyang had come to collect the rags, and she was very displeased, so she threw Zhang Qiyang and said: "You are the son of the dumb family, right? I don't have a rag here, you go away! Don't affect my business!"