Seven or eight minutes later, the tractor stopped at Shimen Station.
Zhang Zhiyong yelled loudly: "It's 40 cents for Shangwan Village, 20 cents for Xincun..."
Someone asked: "How many cars are there at Hengbanqiao?"
Zhang Zhiyong said: "Uncle Zou, I'll charge you three cents."
Uncle Zou relied on his old man to haggle: "Last time I took your father's car for only 20 cents, but now the price has increased to 30 cents. Are you trying to rob me?"
Zhang Zhiyong was very cheerful: "Uncle, two cents is just two cents. You are old and I won't argue with you."
After successfully counter-offering one cent, Uncle Zou took out two cents from his pocket and gave the money.
Li Heng unloaded the rice and asked Zhang Zhiyong: "Why are you driving today? Where is your father?"
Zhang Zhiyong said with a smile while collecting the money: "My uncles and uncle are here, and his old master is playing cards with him, so he asked me to come out to earn living expenses."
Li Heng asked: "All the money earned today belongs to you?"
Zhang Zhiyong chirped, "That's for sure, that's necessary. If you don't give me the money, I'll do nothing. I might as well play at home."
Tian Run'e handed over a dollar to pay the fare.
Zhang Zhiyong jumped back violently and yelled: "Auntie, are you making trouble? Are you trying to embarrass me to death?"
Li Heng and I are brothers who wear the same pair of underpants. Believe it or not, if I dare to take money from you now, he will beat me to death when he turns around."
Tian Run'e stuffed her with money several times, but Zhang Zhiyong refused to accept it, so in the end she had to give up.
After everyone in the car had left, Li Heng took advantage of his mother's lack of attention and lowered his voice and said to Zhang Zhiyong: "I want to go to the post office to send something, please lend me 10 yuan."
Afraid of being seen by Comrade Tian Run'e, Zhang Zhiyong turned his back tacitly, without counting, and quickly handed him a stack of bills, pointing obscenely toward the street on the left:
"A new noodle shop has opened next door. Let me tell you, the proprietress is a widow. Her breasts are so big and her butt is so perky. She has a lot of food. Come to me after you sell the rice and let's eat together."
Li Heng subconsciously asked: "Is it called Sister Chun Noodle House?"
Zhang Zhiyong blurted out: "It's your uncle! How do you know? Have you been there? Why didn't you bring such a good thing with me?"
Li Heng opened his mouth and said: "No, I heard your dad bragging to others and remember it."
Zhang Zhiyong almost jumped up: "I'm sorry! That old man is trying to steal milk from me?"
Li Heng laughed out loud, but he didn't expect that this careless person hit the mark. According to the memory of his previous life, isn't this Sister Chun his father's underground mistress?
The most popular one in the town is the supply and marketing cooperative, and the one with the loudest trumpet is always the rat poison seller. As eight o'clock approaches, more and more people gather in the market, and it gradually becomes lively.
These days, farmers' markets are not standardized, and most of them sell clothes and shoes.
There is a special place for selling rice, next to the agricultural machinery station. Every time there is a market, sellers and buyers will appear here at the same time.
This was not the first time Tian Run'e had sold rice. She was very familiar with this place. She looked around the crowd and quickly found an open space.
I saw her using her right foot to sweep aside the large pieces of garbage on the ground, and quickly spread a piece of plastic. Then she asked her son to neatly arrange the four bags of rice in a row, then opened the bag mouth and folded it into a circle to make it easier for buyers to pass by.
You can see the quality of your own rice at first glance.
There were only a few customers buying rice at this time, but at a glance, there were no less than 20 rice sellers, and people were coming in one after another carrying rice.
Due to heavy rain, the mother and son arrived a little late and did not occupy the most advantageous position. Tian Run'e secretly walked around, with an even more sad look on her face.
Li Heng asked in a low voice: "Mom, does anyone else's rice have good quality?"
Tian Run'e was afraid of being overheard, so she came closer and said, "There are several families whose rice is brighter than ours."
When the origin is the same, the quality of rice is generally determined by variety, processing accuracy and freshness.
For example, there are differences in taste and stickiness between indica and japonica rice.
Indica rice is thinner and becomes independent and plump when heated; while japonica rice is more viscous and suitable for making soup, porridge and glutinous rice.
The processing accuracy of rice is an important factor that determines its quality. Rice with high processing accuracy will have better whiteness, integrity, impurity content and other indicators.
Let’s not talk about freshness, it means literally. New rice is generally white and shiny, with a fresh aroma; while old rice becomes darker in color, less viscous, and loses its original aroma.
Li Heng believes that his own rice varieties are among the best on the market, with a glutinous texture, fragrant taste, and sweetness.
But after hearing what my mother said, I suddenly felt unsure, so I sneaked out to get some information, and it turned out that it was like this. The overall quality of rice from three or four companies was better than theirs.
It doesn't matter if the quality is good, but the key is that the number of people is still large, this damn thing simply gives people no way to survive.
Tian Run'e made up her mind and said: "Let's see if we sell it for 19 cents first. If it still can't be sold by noon, we will try to lower the price."
Li Heng asked: "Mom, how much did you sell per catty in the past?"
Tian Xiao'e shook her head: "It's hard to tell the price. It keeps changing. When it's popular, it can be sold for 20 cents per catty, and sometimes it's 16 cents."
Hearing this, Li Heng fell silent.
To be honest, this price was something he never expected. It was beyond his expectation. 100 kilograms of rice could only be sold for more than 10 yuan. No wonder few people in the countryside would be willing to farm in later generations.
With the current market situation, unless we achieve large-scale farming, if we rely on small-scale farming, let alone become moderately prosperous, our family will have enough food and clothing.
He rubbed his brows and cursed himself inwardly, "Grandma is such a badass. Her tail was really high in the sky a few days ago. She actually looked down on the royalties of a few and dozens of dollars, and only cared about the big ones."
It seems that this thinking needs to be changed. No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. How difficult is it for Comrade Tian Run'e to earn a few yuan or more?
How hard is it?
The second sister was forced to do evil things for 20 yuan.
He slapped his forehead again. Damn it, how could he be so picky now? He had to grab the big one and the small one.
Having some concerns in his mind, Li Heng was thinking about what novel to write next while accompanying his mother to sell rice.
As expected, quite a number of people gathered around those shops, and only customers who couldn't afford the high-priced rice went around to compare prices.
Side by side, two hours almost passed,
His business had not yet opened, and seeing his mother trying hard to persuade others but with little effect, Li Heng became a little anxious and felt very uncomfortable.
"Mom, let me go away for a moment and go to the toilet."
It was true that Li Heng went to the toilet when his legs were numb from squatting, and it was also true that he took the opportunity to sneak away to the post office to mail the manuscript.
Tian Run'e was currently focused on selling rice, so she agreed vaguely.
Just when Li Heng stood up and stamped his feet to leave, two women suddenly appeared in front of the stall.
To be precise, they are a mother and daughter who look somewhat similar.
The older one is about 40 years old, wearing a long woolen coat with snowflakes, her hair has been done in a big wave shape, and she wears light makeup. Her whole body exudes a trendy atmosphere that is incompatible with the times. Her name is Wei Shiman.
The young girl has a demon-like delicate oval face, clear facial features, gently pulled hair, plain face as fair and translucent as porcelain, thin eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, thin and elegant. Wearing a blue plaid windbreaker with a light red scarf , on his feet is a pair of red sneakers.
It's simple yet looks elegance.
She was tall, 165cm tall, with a smooth and supple waist. At this moment, her left hand was holding her mother's arm, her right hand was in the pocket of her windbreaker, and she looked at Li Heng in surprise against the light.
"Li Heng, why are you here?"
"Xiao Han."
The two of them said almost in unison.
ps: I’m going to test the water today. I’m feeling quite nervous in March. Please take the time to read it.
Chapter completed!