"Hey, there are still cloth sellers in the pigeon market!"
"Come on, come on, brothers, please give me some permission."
"Borrowed it, borrowed it..."
Several young men smoking cigarettes walked over from outside with square steps.
People who hang out in the pigeon market all year round know that these guys are famous green men in the neighborhood, and they like to do some sneaky things.
Especially the leader, named Xiaozhuang, was following Zhou Changli, the recalcitrant leader of the capital, and he was so vicious that no one was afraid of him.
When the onlookers saw them, they immediately frowned vaguely and turned around to get out of the way.
The young people squeezed into the crowd and saw that Bangge and Huang Yanling were strangers.
Especially since the two of them seemed to have no idea about the rules of the pigeon market, they were just like making melons and eggs.
They looked at each other and nodded in unison.
The leader, Xiaozhuang, took out a cigarette from his pocket, popped it into his mouth with a very handsome gesture, slowly squatted down, and blew out a smoke ring.
"I said, little comrade, how can you sell this scrap of cloth?"
The people who were watching just now were all watching the excitement, and no one asked about the price. Bangge and Huang Yanling were depressed, but now they suddenly became happy after hearing the young man's words.
"Brother, my fabric is authentic khaki, and it is made into a first-class strong coat." Bangge looked very professional. He picked up the cloth and pulled it with both hands. He was so tired that he was sweating profusely and his fingers turned white.
, and did not tear the cloth apart.
"Take a look, is it strong or not?"
Xiaozhuang blew out the smoke and rolled his eyes: "I asked you the price, what nonsense are you talking about to make you look smart?"
"Ah?..." Seeing that the customer was angry, Bangge quickly licked his face and said with a smile: "The price of this kind of khaki in our Xizhimen Supply and Marketing Cooperative is three yuan and fifty cents per foot, and you need the corresponding cloth ticket.
, Brother is here for the first time. Let me chop myself first without giving you a ticket. If you feel dissatisfied, I will chop myself again for only three yuan and twenty cents. Whatever, you still think it is expensive, then I will chop you again and it will only cost you three yuan.
One foot of money.
You can't buy it for three yuan and suffer a loss, you can't be cheated, and you can't buy such good khaki in the whole capital!"
Banggen has never been in business, but when he was a child, he often saw the candied haws sellers on the street yelling at him, and he learned how to make buns. Even some old men in the crowd applauded Banggen.
"Hey, you are quite interesting." Xiaozhuang stood up and said coldly: "Even if you praise this cloth today, it is still waste cloth from the factory. Take a look, the printed and dyed patterns on it are already a little bit...
Blurred.
Well, I think you are a good person and I want to make friends with you. How about two dollars and fifty cents per foot?"
Hearing the price, Banggeng felt excited. According to the agreement with Yan Jiecheng, the price of one foot of cloth is only two yuan.
but.
Can he be that kind of honest person? Doesn’t all this extra money belong to him?
Bangge thought he was unparalleled in intelligence, so he pretended to be embarrassed, looked at Xiaozhuang and said: "This... this... how about you add a little more?"
"It's only two and a half yuan. If you are willing to sell it, I can take all the cloth in your hand." Xiaozhuang said proudly.
Good guy, this is a big customer.
Banggeng suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and reluctantly agreed.
This time Yan Jiecheng handed him three pieces of cloth, one piece of cloth was one hundred feet long. When he took the two hundred and fifty yuan from Xiaozhuang's hand, Banggeng was so excited that he almost couldn't close his mouth.
He put the money into the pocket inside his cotton-padded jacket and thanked Xiaozhuang repeatedly with cupped hands.
Xiaozhuang nodded slightly, with a sneer on his lips, and waved his hand: "Good to go."
After saying that, he asked his little brother to carry the cloth and left in a big way.
"It's easy to leave? What does this person mean?" After all, Huang Yanling has been on the streets, and her experience and vigilance are far superior to those of Bang Gang. At this time, she has already noticed that something is wrong.
Banggeng was still immersed in excitement at this time and laughed and said: "What do you mean, the money is in our hands now anyway. We sold an extra 50 cents per square foot, and the money alone is enough to make 50 cents."
Yuan, and there is no need to give the money to Yan Jiecheng."
After hearing this, Huang Yanling also became excited. While praising Bangge for his abilities, she began to figure out how to spend the money.
Generally speaking, newlyweds like them will spend their money on buying things for their small home, such as buying a cotton quilt, several enamel jars, and an iron-shell tea bottle.
Otherwise, just save the money and wait to use it when you have children in the future.
but.
How can Huang Yanling be the kind of person who lives her daily life?
"Banggan, let's go to a state-owned restaurant to eat fried dough sticks and bean juice tomorrow morning."
"Okay, I want to buy two kilograms of fried dough sticks, eat half of them and throw away the other half. Buy two cups of soybean juice, drink one cup and throw one cup away." Banggeng said angrily.
Huang Yanling was slowly satisfied with Bangge's performance and continued: "At noon, we will go to Donglaishun to eat hot pot. This time we will eat all meat. We will have ten kilograms of mutton and ten kilograms of beef. Eat half of it and throw away the other half."
"Okay, you have to bring two bottles of Moutai, drink one and throw one away." Banggeng echoed.
Huang Yanling then said: "In the evening, we are going to Lao Mo for dinner."
Bang meme: “……..”
Lao Mo is not an ordinary place. Lao Mo won't entertain anyone without any status at all.
Banggeng was silent for a moment and explained in a low voice: "Yanling, I can't get the tickets, why don't we go to the movies? I heard that a new movie was released recently. When the time comes, let's buy four movie tickets.
Everyone takes two seats."
After hearing this, Huang Yanling looked at the stick with admiration.
Although Bangge is not very good-looking and has poor ability to do things, he is a man who knows how to get by.
"Then let's settle it."
The two were talking and walking. Banggeng saw a pork seller on the roadside. The man was wearing a gray tunic suit, with a pen in his jacket pocket and a big belly. He looked like a small leader.
But his dark and rough complexion and the mud on his trouser legs gave him away. Even if this man was a leader, he was only a small leader in the commune.
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This also made Banggeng curious.
After all, most of the people selling goods in the pigeon market are commune members in the suburbs of Beijing, and I have never seen commune leaders personally participating in the battle.
Is life really unbearable in the commune?
Bangge walked forward curiously and saw a pile of pork in front of the man. The pork had been soaked in salt and seemed to weigh more than a hundred kilograms.
Pork is a rare commodity in the pigeon market, and soon a large circle of people gathered around, asking the commune leader about the price of pork.
The commune leader kept saying that the pork would not be sold for money, but would only be given to those who were destined to do so.
"Are you kidding me? If you don't make money at the pigeon market, why are you here?"
"What is a destined person? Do you think I look like you?"
"Go, go, go. My surname is Yuan. I must be destined for you."
....
No matter how the onlookers muttered, the leader of the commune insisted on what he said. Annoyed by the questioning, he simply squatted cross-legged on the ground, picked up a cigarette pot and started smoking.
"This guy seems interesting. It happens that we haven't eaten meat for half a month. I'm going to find out." Banggeng had more than two hundred yuan in his pocket and felt confident.
He walked up and took out a cigarette and handed it to the commune leader: "Comrade, where do you come from?"
The commune leader stayed at the pigeon market for most of the night, and no one ever offered him a cigarette. After taking the cigarette, his impression of Banggan suddenly improved a bit.
"My name is Zhao Youcai, from Zhaojiazhuang."
Yes, this person is Zhao Youcai, the leader of Zhaojiazhuang Commune.
After he was rejected by Li Donglai, he came up with the idea of going to the capital to build relationships.
You, Li Donglai, are just a small director and can arrange for a dozen temporary workers. If I get to know the big leaders in the factory, wouldn't I be able to get more than twenty places?
Of course, Zhao Youcai is also a wise man and will not fight an unprepared battle.
He heard that there was a shortage of supplies in the capital and many factory leaders went to the pigeon market to buy meat, so he took the pickled pork to the pigeon market, hoping to get to know the factory leaders through the pork.
There were indeed factory leaders coming and going at the pigeon market, but when they heard about Zhao Youcai's idea, they stood up and turned around and left.
Are you kidding me? You want to be a temporary worker without a salary?
Bangge understood the whole process and said with a smile: "Comrade members..."
"I am the leader of the commune." Zhao Youcai exhaled through his nostrils.
"Okay, okay...Commune leaders, it's not that easy to work as a temporary worker in a factory. You country folk don't know anything. I think you'd better go back as soon as possible!"
Bangge rarely made a kind suggestion, but Zhao Youcai didn't listen at all.
Now that Qinjiagou Commune is becoming more and more prosperous, Qin Sanmin has steadily overpowered him with the help of Qinjiagou's power.
I heard a while ago that after the deputy mayor of the town retired, the town wanted to promote a leader from the commune to the position of deputy mayor.
If this situation is not reversed as soon as possible, the position of deputy mayor will belong to Qin Sanmin.
Zhao Youcai suppressed his anger and waved his hands: "Little comrade, stop talking so much and go home quickly!"
"Why don't you listen to my advice?!"
Banggeng didn't expect that one of his rare acts of kindness would not be accepted, so he stood up and left angrily.
"This man is really hopeless! No wonder my grandma used to say that the mud-legged people in the countryside are all idiots and do not deserve sympathy at all."
BangGeng muttered a few words and quickly put the matter behind him, leading Huang Yanling along the path towards the courtyard.
There were no street lights on the trail and it was pitch black all around. Banggeng turned on the flashlight and used the dim flashlight beam to see the road clearly.
Sudden.
A cold light flashed in front of him, and Banggeng felt a biting coldness on his neck, and couldn't help but shiver.
His body stiffened, and from the corner of his eye, he saw that Huang Yanling was being restrained by two young men wearing felt hats and cotton gauze masks on their faces.
"What are you going to do?" Huang Yanling struggled desperately.
"Snapped!"
Those young people showed no mercy and kicked Huang Yanling's body.
She was so painful that she almost burst into tears. She squatted down and held her stomach, moaning in pain.
"Yanling..." Seeing Huang Yanling being beaten, Banggeng was so heartbroken that she almost shed tears.
Just as he was about to rush over, he put a lot of force on the dagger stuck to his neck. The severe pain that followed made Banggeng stop in his tracks.
He felt that his neck had been scratched.
A cold voice came from my ears: "If you want to survive, don't move!"
"Don't move, brother...Uncle, ah, no, it's the uncle, I will never move." Bangge was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and he raised his hand high.
His eyes moved rapidly and he said with a sneer: "Uncle, have you mistakenly admitted the wrong person? My name is Bangge, and I used to hang out on the streets."
"Admit your mistake? Humph, you are the one that labor and management are waiting for!" Xiaozhuang chuckled, and lightly touched Banggeng's neck with the dagger in his hand, "If you don't want to die, quickly take out all the money you have.
"
"Money..." Banggeng knew that he was being robbed. He rolled his eyes, took out two cents from his trouser pocket and handed it over.
"Brother, that's all I have, pick them all up..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaozhuang's elbow hit him hard on the neck. Xiaozhuang grabbed Banggang's hair and inserted the dagger tightly into Banggang's neck.
"You kid still dares to play tricks now. Do you really think I dare not capture you?"
Banggeng was so frightened that he quickly explained: "Uncle, I really only have this little money on me. I have an eighty-year-old mother and a child who is waiting to be fed. Just take the money and let us go."
It has to be said that the performance has penetrated into the bones of the Jia family, and even at this time, the good jokes are still deceiving people.
Unfortunately.
Xiaozhuang just spent so much money on cloth just to block him in the middle of the road. How could he believe his lies?
"Okay, since you said you only have so much money, I will believe you for the time being." Xiaozhuang sneered, and with a little force on his hand, the dagger cut through the stick's skin.
"When you die, I will find the remaining money."
Banggan knew that he had encountered a tough situation this time, and he could no longer care about the performance. He put his hand into the inner pocket of his cotton-padded jacket and took out the more than two hundred yuan.
"It would be great if we cooperated earlier!"
Xiaozhuang sneered and punched Banggeng on the neck. Banggeng felt his vision go dark and fainted on the ground.
When he woke up again, he saw an old man swinging in front of him with a lantern.
The old man looked at Bangjie with pity and shook his head: "Young man, you are too brave. You have never done business in the pigeon market, yet you dare to bring so much cloth to sell. Now it's better. Your money was robbed.
Bar?"
At this time, Huang Yanling, who had fainted next to her, also woke up, sat up straight, and asked with wide eyes: "Bangge, your money has been robbed?"
Bangge nodded silently.
"That's more than two hundred yuan!" Huang Yanling jumped up from the ground, punched Banggeng hard with her fists, and said angrily: "Most of them were done by Yan Jiecheng. How will we face Yan Jiecheng tomorrow?"
"If the money is lost, it's lost. What else can Yan Jiecheng do to me?" Banggeng rolled his eyes and decided to play rogue.
Huang Yanling said with a cold face: "I told you, such a big thing cannot be handled by Yan Jiecheng alone. There must be someone behind him. That person can bribe people in the textile factory, how can he be a kind person!"
As soon as these words came out, Banggeng's expression changed.
He can act rogue in the courtyard, but those people outside will not tolerate him.
"How can we get more than two hundred yuan as soon as possible..." Banggan thought for a moment, his eyes lit up: "By the way, Zhao Youcai at the pigeon market just now brought more than a hundred kilograms of pork. If pork
If we sell them all, we will definitely earn more than two hundred yuan."
