The production captains made no secret of their anger.
"Zhao Youcai, there is no charge for quota in Qinjiagou Commune. Why do you have to charge money?"
"That is, you don't know how much money our Zhaojiazhuang villagers have?"
"Are you having a bad conscience by doing this?"
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Facing the scolding, Zhao Youcai stood up slowly, laughed for a while, pointed at their noses and said: "Yes, there is no charge for quota in Qinjiagou. That's because that old guy Qin Sanmin is stupid. This is my hard work."
What’s the point of charging a little money for the quota you worked so hard to get?”
"If you feel it's unfair, you can leave Zhaojiazhuang and go to Qinjiagou Commune!"
As soon as these words came out, the production captains immediately fell silent.
What a joke, their ancestors have lived in Zhaojiazhuang for generations, how could they live in Qinjiagou?
Besides, what Zhao Youcai said seems to be reasonable. After all, it was Zhao Youcai who obtained these quotas.
Guo Baojiang, captain of the Fifth Production Team, stood up, licked his face and said with a smile: "Old Zhao, they are all from the countryside. Don't hide them. Just tell me how much these quotas are worth."
"Do you understand?" Zhao Youcai lit the pipe and pot.
"I understand, I understand." Guo Baojiang bent over and nodded.
"That's what it's like!" Zhao Youcai raised his head proudly and looked around sideways: "I won't make it difficult for you, each place only costs fifty yuan."
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the production captains turned livid.
Fifty yuan... Even if the members worked in the fields for ten years, they still wouldn't be able to earn that much money.
Guo Baojiang said with a smile: "Old Zhao, isn't this fifty yuan a bit too much?"
"Is that much? Why don't I think so?!" Zhao Youcai took a deep breath of cigarette, picked up the cigarette pot, and knocked it on the table, making a banging sound.
In the quiet environment, this kind of noise made people feel irritated. Zhao Youcai's eyes flashed across the faces of the production captains and sneered: "You should know that once you join the steel rolling mill as a temporary worker, you will have to wait for a month.
I can earn at least forty yuan, and it only takes more than a month to earn enough. Do you think that’s too much?”
"No...that's not what I meant, but our members can't afford so much money for the time being!" Guo Baojiang was afraid that Zhao Youcai would be angry, so he quickly explained: "How can you guys have so much money?"
"There is no one person, but what about a family? What about a big family?"
Zhao Youcai walked around the house with his hands behind his back. As he walked, he said: "The members don't have much money. I know this, but they have parents, brothers, and uncles. With so many people chipping in, fifty yuan is still not enough."
questionable."
As soon as these words came out, the production captains all scolded Zhao Youcai for having such a evil heart in order to make money.
Indeed, if each family pooled their money together like this, they could still collect fifty yuan, but this money is life-saving money. What if something happens to the family?
But they also know Zhao Youcai's temperament. This man is a vampire. Once he is targeted, he will definitely not be able to escape.
There was really no other way, so the production team leader agreed to tell the matter to the members of the production team and let them make their own choices.
"Okay, you go back to work quickly. The quota will be available the day after tomorrow. If you want to be a temporary worker, please pay me as soon as possible. I will not wait until the expiration date!"
"Yes Yes Yes...."
After the production captains returned, they held a production team meeting and explained the matter.
To their surprise, even though the members scolded Zhao Youcai, they still signed up enthusiastically.
There is no other reason, mainly because it is a wide avenue.
As long as you can enter the city, your future future will definitely be better than staying in the commune.
Seeing the members handing over the fifty yuan they dug out of chicken butts without hesitation, the production captains sighed inwardly at Zhao Youcai's viciousness.
In the Zhao family, Zhao Youcai counted the stacks of banknotes and felt happy. Twenty-five places were sold for more than a thousand yuan. After deducting the cost of more than two hundred yuan, he still made a net profit of a thousand yuan.
With this money, the Zhao family is the richest family within a hundred miles, and it is time to find a wife for the son who has polio.
Zhao Youcai only had one son. When he was a child, he suddenly suffered an emergency. He never grew any longer. Later, he heard from doctors in the city that this was called polio.
In this era, due to poor sanitary conditions and no vaccine, many children in rural areas suffered from this disease. Generally speaking, as long as you were diligent, you could get a wife.
However, although Zhao Youcai's son was short, he was wretched. As soon as he came of age, he dared to peek at female commune members going to the toilet. The female comrades in the village caught him and dragged him around to spread the word.
As a result, he gained a bad reputation, so he was nearly thirty years old and had not yet been able to marry a wife.
"Would it be better to marry the daughter of the old Liu family in Liujiazhuang, or the daughter of the Zhao family in Wulipu? Both families are the poorest in the local area, and the boys in the family are all grown up. They are in urgent need of money to find a wife. If
If I give you a gift of thirty yuan, they will definitely not refuse."
Just as he was feeling proud, Zhao Youcai's wife Wang Cui'e walked in with a bowl of poached eggs.
Seeing the money on the table, Wang Cui'e couldn't help but take a breath: "Oh my god, why is there so much money?"
"Of course it was your man who earned it. Let me tell you, when I arrived in the capital this time, I met a leader's son..." Zhao Youcai was proud and told what happened.
Wang Cui'e is also a knowledgeable woman. After listening, she frowned and reminded: "Old Zhao, what you said seems a bit unreliable. If that person is lying to you, how should you tell the members
Explain."
She knew very well that even though the members seemed to be very obedient on weekdays, if he spent so much money and failed to enter the city, Zhao Youcai would definitely be torn to pieces.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Honest people are more terrible than ordinary people when they get angry.
Zhao Youcai was stunned for a moment, his face changed slightly, and he immediately waved his hands and said: "What are you talking about! You think I'm stupid. I questioned him clearly at that time. That person was indeed Director Yang's nephew, and I secretly told him
They followed him and found out where he lived."
As he spoke, his face turned cold: "If he dares to lie to me, I will let him know how powerful the members are."
Wang Cui'e also knew that Zhao Youcai was not the type to listen to others' advice, so she said nothing more, picked up the dirty clothes that Zhao Youcai had changed, took a basin, and went to the small river at the entrance of the village to wash them.
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The other side.
Banggan and Huang Yanling defrauded Zhao Youcai into getting more than 100 kilograms of pork.
The two of them ran wildly with the pork on their backs and returned to the courtyard.
At this time, there was silence in the courtyard, and every household turned off the lights.
Bangge was as tired as a dead dog. He was about to push open the door of Jia's house, but was stopped by Huang Yanling.
"Wait a minute."
"Yanling, what are you doing! This thing weighs more than 100 kilograms. I carried it all the way. I'm almost exhausted. You want me to go back and take a rest." Banggeng said panting.
Huang Yanling frowned: "Banggan, have you ever thought about what to do with this meat after you bring it home?"
"What should I do?" Banggeng was a little confused for a moment.
"You are such an idiot!" Huang Yanling cursed and patiently explained: "What we owe Yan Jiecheng is money. If you give this meat to Yan Jiecheng, won't he become suspicious?"
"What's the point? These things are worth more than 200 yuan." Bangge was unconvinced.
"Then do you want to have sex with Yan Jiecheng next time?"
"I...."
BangGeng will speak out now.
Tonight, he was robbed. If everything goes well, he has already earned more than fifty yuan, which is more than working in a factory.
And it doesn’t require any effort.
Of course BangGeng still wants to continue doing it.
After he figured it out, he scratched his head and said, "Yanling, then, what do you think we should do?"
"Of course I will find another pigeon market to sell them and convert them into money. Only Yan Jiecheng can't see the clues."
Huang Yanling rolled her eyes, why did she marry such a stupid man.
Yan Jiecheng wasn't even half smart. If Yan Jiecheng had been there, he would have sent the pork to Pigeon Market without her reminding him.
Bangge understood, but he still didn't lift his legs.
The reason is very simple. Another pigeon market is located next to Gongzhufen, which is ten miles away from the Siheyuan.
He carried a weight of more than 100 kilograms and walked for four or five miles. He was already exhausted. If he walked another ten miles, it would probably kill him.
Moreover, even if you want to borrow a bicycle this time, the Yan family is closed.
"Yanling, I think it's better to forget it. Let's go back and rest for the night today. Let's go to the pigeon market after we receive the Yan family's bicycle tomorrow!"
Huang Yanling saw that the sticks and mud could not hold up the wall, and she became even more angry. She held his ears and said, "You are stupid. If you bring these pork home, your grandma will definitely eat it secretly if she sees it. Besides,
Yes, I already smelled the smell from the pork just now. If it is left for another day, it might go bad, so today we have to take the pork to the pigeon market to sell it."
"It smells, right? The old farmer told me that these are fresh pork." Banggian's nose has been stuffy for the past two days and he can't smell it.
"Will fresh pork be salted? Salt is free?" Huang Yanling rolled her eyes.
"Damn it, that old farmer looked so honest and honest, but he turned out to be a liar." BangGeng cursed angrily.
He never thought that he had deceived these pork from Zhao Youcai.
"Okay, don't talk so much. Just put the pork on your back and let's leave quickly. It will be dawn in a while." Huang Yanling said with a straight face.
Bangge had no choice but to stand up, carry more than 100 kilograms of pork and walk outside.
This walk was extremely difficult, and the pork on my shoulders was like a huge mountain, weighing down BangGeng so hard that he couldn't breathe.
Every time he took a breath, the cold air seemed to puncture his lung tubes, causing severe pain.
Along the way, Bangge rested five times and had to stand up amidst Huang Yanling's curses.
By the time he reached the pigeon market, his legs were already weak and he wanted to squat on the ground.
"Banggen, the pigeon market is about to end. If you give up now, then we will break up... No, it's a divorce!"
Huang Yanling saw Banggeng's pale face and knew that he wanted to cheat again.
There was really no other way. Bangge could only hold back his exhaustion and moved step by step to the pigeon market with his sore legs.
After entering the pigeon market, Banggeng couldn't bear it any longer. He swayed and sat down on the ground.
"What a useless man! He can't do such a small job well. If Yan Jiecheng..."
"What's wrong with Yan Jiecheng?" Banggeng gasped and asked while lifting his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"Nothing! Hurry up and sell the goods." Huang Yanling felt guilty and changed the subject.
The two were smarter this time and did not put all the pork on the stall at once like last time.
Instead, he would pick up a small piece from the stick stem, wander around the pigeon market, meet customers who wanted to buy pork, and then take it to where Huang Yanling was.
In this era, the most popular product in the pigeon market is none other than meat.
The stick holding the pork stick quickly caught the attention of the customers.
An old man with gray hair and a Chinese tunic suit stopped Banggeng and said, "Comrade, you are selling pork."
"If we don't sell pork, what am I doing here at night, walking around? It's really ridiculous." BangGeng rolled his eyes.
"You kid, why don't you know any manners?"
"Just tell me whether you want to buy it or not. You can't buy pork on the market now." Banggeng said proudly.
The old man looked at Banggeng and his mouth trembled with anger, but he also knew that Banggeng was telling the truth.
In the past six months, the supply of meat in Beijing has become even more tense. Even if you go to the vegetable market early in the morning and queue up, you can't buy meat.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The old man suppressed the anger in his heart and asked: "What is the price of your pork?"
"Two yuan a pound." Banggeng readily gave the price.
The general price of pork in the market is one yuan and seventy-five cents per catty, and meat stamps are required.
The meat at the pigeon market costs about two yuan since there is no meat stamp.
Nowadays, the supply of meat in the market is tight, and the price has risen a lot, so the price of Bangjie seems to be quite reasonable.
only....
The old man frowned, looked at the meat in Banggeng's hand, and took a flashlight to shine on it, his expression became serious.
"Little comrade, your meat seems a bit stale."
"What are you looking at? I put salt on it because I'm afraid the meat will go bad." Banggeng said coldly: "It's such a cold day and meat is in such short supply. Do you think the meat can go bad?"
"That's right..." The old man's nose wasn't very good either. He smelled it a few times but couldn't smell it.
"Give me three pounds."
Bangge brought the old man to the stall, but ran into trouble. The two of them cheated the pork out of nowhere. They got the pork, but Zhao Youcai took the scale away.
If you want to sell meat now, how can you do it without a steel scale?
It has to be said that Bangge's brain is still flexible, and he spent twenty taels of meat to get the right to use the steelyard from the commune member selling millet next door.
"Look, three kilograms of pork, it's so tall, it costs six yuan!"
In this way, Bangge made his first business.
Everything is difficult at the beginning. Once you have the first stroke, there will be a second stroke.
Due to the shortage of meat, Banggan pork quickly became popular in the pigeon market.
It's just that most of the customers who buy pork have weak noses.
By early morning, the pork they brought had almost been sold.
