Outside the pigeon market, Zhang Manshan couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw the situation on the opposite side: "Master, you can't be so unlucky. It's not easy for you to come to the pigeon market and you meet a comrade patrolling the street."
That's right, on the dark street, with the flashlight beam swaying, you can vaguely see those comrades wearing blue and black cotton-padded jackets, with red armbands on their sleeves.
The bright red sleeve bands are particularly conspicuous in the dark.
Zhang Manshan has also visited the pigeon market and has some understanding of the situation in the pigeon market.
Materials were scarce in these years, and the policy of unified purchasing and marketing was implemented. All goods sold by supply and marketing cooperatives and grain stations required coupons.
Some families had lots of coupons, so they sold them in the pigeon market. Farmers in the suburbs of the capital searched for some grain, saved some eggs and duck eggs, and even caught secretly domesticated big roosters and crucian carp found in river ditches, which they later brought to the commune.
Big fat pigs raised secretly in private are brought to the pigeon market for sale.
Under normal circumstances, the streets are aware of these things and will not send people to patrol. After all, people have to be fed.
It's just that the pigeon market is a mixed bag, and occasionally there will be some guys reselling antiques.
Forget it if they are ordinary antiques. After all, antiques are also sold in state-owned stores these days, and people can buy them directly from there, which does not violate the regulations.
but.
Those antiques that are truly national treasures are still not allowed to be circulated, let alone secretly sent overseas.
Anything that is strictly forbidden is full of huge profits. Those crazy guys secretly purchased antiques at the pigeon market, brought them to the south, and then used special means to transport them overseas to make huge profits.
This time, the subdistrict office also learned that a Yuanqinghua statue had appeared in the pigeon market, so it sent people to inspect it.
Zhang Manshan saw the inspectors getting closer and closer, hesitated for a moment, turned around and ran away.
He did not have the consciousness to be arrested together with Liu Haizhong, so he could only pray secretly for Liu Haizhong.
However, he also knew that the sub-district office would not conduct inspections at all, but would be fully prepared once inspections were carried out. None of these people in the pigeon market could escape.
What happened was as Zhang Manshan expected. The inspectors from the subdistrict office blocked all the roads in Geshi before sending people into Geshi.
After a while, there was a chaotic sound inside. Liu Haizhong had just handed the money to a butcher, when he turned around and saw the inspector rushing over.
Catch it back.
But the pork dealer didn't give him this chance at all. He put the money into his underwear pocket, glared at Liu Haizhong and said, "Who are you? You want to steal my money? I just came to visit the pigeon market. What?"
Nothing was bought, nothing was sold!”
He is a commune member from the suburbs of Beijing. He is wearing a coarse cotton-padded jacket with a hole in the hem of the cotton-padded jacket, and his labor cloth trousers are full of patches. With his honest expression, he looks like an honest man.
Liu Haizhong lowered his head and looked at the pork in his hand, feeling like crying but without tears.
People in the pigeon market are not treated equally on the street. If they buy something or buy something, they will naturally be dealt with more seriously. People like those who do not buy or sell anything and do not carry a large amount of food stamps are often punished.
Just criticize once and then let it go.
Liu Hai saw the shadow of the inspector in the crowd. He was so anxious that he wanted to throw away the pork, but in the end he did not.
"Good guy, you bought such a big piece of pork!" the inspector rushed forward and glared at Liu Haizhong.
Liu Haizhong was about to cry but had no tears: "My family needs to hold a wedding banquet, just let me go..."
It's a pity that the inspectors saw many people like Liu Haizhong and didn't even listen to his identification. After confiscating the pork, they tied him up with a rope and sent him to the street office.
How does it feel to have dozens of people crammed into a room of only a few square meters?
Liu Haizhong now has personal experience.
In particular, the two guys next to me didn't seem to care much about cleanliness, and their whole bodies exuded a stinking smell. In the past, bangs would have stayed as far away from these people as possible.
It's just that the room is so big, there's no place to turn around, so Liu Haizhong can only stare at the dark thing on the other person's neck in a daze. How long has it been since this guy took a shower? Or has he never taken a shower?
?
The pain in Liu Haizhong was not relieved until early in the morning when the comrades from the subdistrict office went to work.
The door of the hut opened, and those who had been brought back from the pigeon market walked out of the house and lined up in a long line to be questioned by comrades from the neighborhood office.
Because there were hundreds of people waiting for interrogation, Director Wang of the Subdistrict Office had no choice but to go to the battle in person. As soon as he stood in front of the interrogation table, he saw Liu Haizhong standing in the queue.
Director Wang of the Subdistrict Office frowned and waved towards Liu Haizhong.
Liu Haizhong was overjoyed at that time. He was an old acquaintance with Director Wang of the Street Office, and they both said that acquaintances were easy to do things with. He might be able to escape this time, and even get the confiscated pork back.
Liu Haizhong licked his face and walked up to Director Wang. He first saluted Director Wang of the Street Office, and then said with a smile: "Director Wang, I am Liu Haizhong, the second uncle of the courtyard. You also know me.
I have never done anything bad in the courtyard, and what happened today is just a misunderstanding. Please help me and let me go."
Director Wang of the Subdistrict Office looked at Liu Haizhong in a funny way: "Liu Haizhong, as the second uncle of the courtyard, you don't want to do good things for the residents of the courtyard, but you sneaked into the pigeon market and engaged in illegal transactions. You still
Do you have a face?"
The sentence "illegal transaction" frightened Liu Haizhong.
He quickly argued: "Director Wang, misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding..."
Liu Haizhong wanted to explain clearly, but soon felt that something was wrong.
Nowadays, the sub-district office advocates diligence and frugality. He did this wedding without telling the sub-district. If he told it, not only would he not be able to get Director Wang's understanding, but he might even be criticized.
"What's the misunderstanding?" Director Wang of the Subdistrict Office seemed to have known what Liu Haizhong was going to say for a long time, but he just didn't expose it.
"No, it's nothing..." Bangzhong lowered his head helplessly.
"Snapped!"
Director Wang slapped the table angrily, pointed at Liu Haizhong and said: "Since it is not a misunderstanding, according to relevant regulations, our street office will confiscate your pork, and you will also have to pay a fine of five yuan!"
A five-dollar fine... Bangszhong was so shocked that his scalp went numb.
He had already spent nearly fifteen yuan to buy pork, and now he had to pay another ten yuan, so he had lost twenty yuan this time!
This almost lost all the profits he made at the wedding banquet.
The center of his bangs was bleeding from the pain. He gritted his teeth and licked his face and smiled: "Director Wang, can you please see that during the time when I knew the second uncle of Siheyuan, I have always been very dedicated to my work, and I will do everything for you and the street.
Please forgive me this time, I will never dare to do it again."
"Oh, Liu Haizhong, you still have the nerve to say this. As the second uncle of the courtyard, you not only fail to lead by example, but also engage in such messy things. If I hadn't seen that your current conditions are not good, I would have severely punished you long ago.
"
Hearing this, Liu Haizhong had nothing to say anymore. He obediently paid a fine of five yuan to the street office and left the street office.
After taking just two steps, he felt something was wrong and quickly turned back.
Seeing Liu Haizhong turning back again, Director Wang, who was busy interrogating the people in Gemen City, frowned and looked at him coldly: "Liu Haizhong, what's wrong? You are reluctant to leave and want to stay here for a while longer?"
"Ah...no, no..." Liu Haizhong turned pale with fright.
Just kidding, after being locked up in there for less than five hours, he felt like his skin was about to be peeled off. If he were locked up any longer, he wouldn't even be alive.
Seeing that Director Wang was angry, Liu Haizhong quickly licked his face and explained: "I forgot my crutch here..."
Seeing Liu Haizhong's bruised nose and swollen face, Director Wang of the Street Office didn't bother to argue with him. He asked the staff to help Liu Haizhong find the wooden stick that was used as a crutch and handed it to him.
Liu Haizhong limped away from the street office and returned to the courtyard with a cane.
At this time, Yan Bugui was squatting at the door to clean up the waste. When he saw Liu Haizhong coming in, he quickly ran up and stopped Liu Haizhong: "Haizhong, do you sell your wine bottles?"
Liu Haizhong was already very angry. When he saw the small eyes blinking behind Yanbu's expensive tortoise shell frames, he became even more angry and waved his hands: "No, no!"
After saying this, he walked inside with a cane before Yan Bugui could react.
Yan Bugui scratched his head depressedly behind his back: "If you don't want to sell it, you won't sell it. Why are you so cruel!"
fierce?
When Liu Haizhong heard this, he immediately wanted to turn around and argue with Yan Bugui. The wine bottles he sold to Yan Bugui cost at least 50% less than what he sold to the junk shop in person. Why?
!
It's just that he still has things to worry about, so he suppresses his anger.
What is supposed to come will come. Liu Haizhong didn't take two steps when he ran into Silly Zhu who was brushing his teeth by the sink.
Bah! Bah!
When Silly Zhu saw Liu Haizhong approaching, he quickly spit out the toothpaste trowel, strode up, and stopped Liu Haizhong.
"Liu Haizhong, didn't you go buy pork?"
Silly Zhu got up in the middle of the night and went to the hut, but saw with his own eyes Zhang Manshan's donkey riding upside down in his bangs, heading towards the pigeon market.
Liu Haizhong was on the verge of crying but had no tears: "Silly Zhu, you may not know that you and Uncle Haizhong are in trouble this time!"
"What's wrong?" Shazhu became more energetic. He likes to hear these things the most.
Lieutenant General Liu Hai's encounter in the pigeon market was told in detail. Silly Zhu was amazed when he heard it. He stretched out his big hand and patted Liu Haizhong on the shoulder: "Liu Haizhong, you are really unlucky."
ah."
"Ouch, don't use so much force, your old bones will fall apart."
Liu Haizhong grinned and cried out twice in pain, and turned his head to look at Silly Zhu: "Sinzhu, look, I also spent my money and was fined five yuan. Should we forget about the pork issue?
"
"That won't work! I'm an eighth-level cook, and I have the dignity of a cook. If you get pork, I'm sorry, but I can't cook your banquet!" Silly Zhu held his hands in his arms and acted like a chef.
"Silly Zhu, we are all neighbors in the compound, you can't make an exception for me." Liu Haizhong begged.
Silly Zhu looked at the unlucky Liu Haizhong with pity, and said meaningfully: "Liu Haizhong, don't think that I am making things difficult for you. In fact, I am doing it for your own good. Think about it, if there is no meat and vegetables, those residents
Can I go to your house to deliver gifts? You will lose more money then!"
Why does this sound like it was said by Yi Zhonghai?
Liu Haizhong rubbed his ears, shook his head helplessly and returned to the house.
He had to find a way to buy meat quickly!
The second aunt had just gotten up. After learning what happened to Liu Haizhong, she sighed and said: "Haizhong, I have advised you not to do evil things, but you always don't listen. It's better now. You must have suffered a big loss!"
"You old woman, are you also reading my joke?" Liu Haizhong picked up the wine bottle and took a swig.
Although the second aunt was angry with Liu Haizhong, she felt that Liu Haizhong had found this end by himself.
But this time it was the Liu family who was doing the work. As the hostess, she couldn't be the hands-off shopkeeper.
The second aunt held the table, slowly sat across from Liu Haizhong, and counted with her fingers.
"Haizhong, your relatives are either commune members in the countryside or factory workers. They have no way of getting pork."
"In our compound, Li Donglai is the only one who is the leader. I heard that in their steel rolling mill laboratory, there is a special channel every month, and the superiors allocate pork to them. Otherwise, you can go to Li Donglai
Ask?"
Hearing this, Liu Haizhong's eyes lit up and he patted the table with his palms: "Yes, I also heard that Li Donglai has a friend who is the leader of the food station. Their food station specializes in pork, so he can definitely
Got it.”
As he spoke, Liu Haizhong stood up and walked outside.
The second aunt shouted behind him: "Haizhong, remember to say more nice things later!"
"knew."
When Liu Haizhong arrived at Li Donglai's house, Li Donglai had already finished breakfast, and Ding Qiunan was helping Wei Dong and Wei Guo endorse the white papers and prepare to send the two little ones to school.
Although in this year and age, children do not need to be sent to school, the rolling mill hospital and Hongxing Primary School are not far away, and Ding Qiunan would take them with him every time he went to work.
Hearing the knock on the door, Ding Qiunan raised his head and saw that it was Liu Haizhong. He quickly smiled and said hello: "It's the second uncle, do you have anything?"
Liu Haizhong said with a smile: "There is indeed something wrong, but it's just a small matter."
When Ding Qiunan saw him like this, he knew he was here to see Li Dong.
"Brother Donglai, the second uncle is here."
Li Donglai was packing materials in the study room. He came out after hearing the shouting. When he saw it was Liu Haizhong, he felt a little strange.
Liu Haizhong held a wedding banquet and kept it secret from him. On weekdays, he would sneak away like a mouse when seeing him.
Why did you come to your door now?
Li Donglai raised his wrist and saw that it was getting late. He sent Ding Qiunan and the two children away first, and then invited Liu Haizhong into the room.
"Comrade Liu Haizhong, I'm going to work soon, so I won't let you sit down. If you have anything to do, just tell me." Li Donglai asked straightforwardly.
Liu Haizhong bent over and said with a smile: "Master, I heard that you have a way to get pork. A relative of mine is going to hold a wedding and needs ten kilograms of pork, but there is none on the market. Can you help me think of a way?
