The same is true for bicycle tickets. The price of a bicycle is between 150 and 210 yuan, and a bicycle ticket alone costs 230 yuan, so you can't buy a bicycle without 400 yuan.
What is the concept of 400 yuan? Just like the eighth-level administrative treatment, it is 37.5 yuan a month. It would take a year without food or drink to save enough.
If you don't have to marry a wife to get four big things, let me ask you if you are willing to part with it, right?
"Hey, comrade, don't go. Do you want national food stamps?" Yang Jun saw that the man was about to leave, so he quickly stopped him and said, "I have national food stamps here, so you don't have to go everywhere to exchange them."
"How much does it cost per pound?"
"Local food stamps are 20 cents, and national food stamps are 40 cents." Yang Jun quoted the price without thinking.
The price of food stamps is always 2-3 times the price of white flour. Now that refined flour is only 150 cents per kilogram, he is selling it at less than twice the price. There must be people rushing to get it.
When the man heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then he immediately shook his head and said,
"It's too expensive. If you paid 38 cents, I would take it."
Thirty-eight cents is still expensive?
Yang Jun tilted his head and looked at the middle-aged man.
Brother, are you here to tease me? If I didn't need cash urgently, would I sell it to you for 40 cents per pound?
"How much do you want? I won't sell it for less."
After all, this is the first order of business, and the two cents cheaper is just for good luck. After all, there are a lot of food stamps copied in my own space.
When the man saw Yang Jun's concession, he immediately became energetic. He stretched out a hand that was warmed in his sleeve and gestured to him with five fingers.
"Five thousand catties? Okay."
"Cough... cough... fifty pounds." The man coughed dryly and quickly explained,
"Brother, I don't raise pigs, so I won't have so many."
When he heard that it only cost fifty kilograms, Yang Jun was a little disappointed. If it didn't cost that much, it would still be a big-hearted student gesticulating?
No matter how small a fly is, it is still meat. After all, it is a good start. Fifty pounds is fifty pounds.
"Nineteen dollars."
Yang Jun took out a stack of food stamps, and took out a few denominations of ten catties, five catties, three catties, and one catty, and handed him fifty catties together.
The reason why he did what he did was to prevent people from seeing that these food stamps all looked the same.
The man was also cheerful, gave the money, accepted the food stamps, and turned around and left without saying a word.
An old man next to him looked at Yang Jun with the eyes of a prodigal, frowning, and looking like he was in pain, as if he was the one who suffered.
"Young man, are you new here? Why don't you ask around? Food stamps across the country are sold for 45 cents, and you lost seven cents per pound."
"Suddenly, the price was reduced by three yuan and fifty cents, and five kilograms of pork were gone. Tsk tsk."
The muscles in the old man's face were twitching, and he looked like his teeth were hurting.
"If you are interested, I will sell it to you for thirty-eight cents?" Yang Jun asked with a disapproving look.
"No money." The old man shook his head quickly.
The two sacks of red dates I brought have not sold a pound, so where can I get the money to buy food stamps?
A man selling mutton next to him suddenly came over and asked softly,
"Man, three cents a pound, do you keep your word?"
"You can get as much as you want." Yang Jun patted the pocket containing food stamps and said.
"Give me fifty dollars."
Without saying a word, the man selling mutton took out a wad of cash notes, counted out fifty yuan and handed it over.
Upon seeing this, Yang Jun took out his food stamps, counted fifty yuan of food stamps and handed them to the man selling mutton.
In less than a minute, the transaction between the two parties was completed.
The transaction went smoothly, and both parties were very satisfied. Yang Jun successfully cashed out, and the man selling the mutton had his own plan in mind. With these food stamps, he would earn seven cents more when he changed hands. Who would sell mutton?
After a while, everyone around knew that Yang Jun had cheap food stamps, which were a full seven cents lower than the market price, so they gathered around.
"It's thirty yuan."
"Give me a hundred pounds."
"Fifty dollars."
"..."
In a short time, Yang Jun sold more than 1,000 kilograms of food stamps and had almost 400 yuan in cash. He felt that it was almost time, so he quickly closed the stall and left.
If you don't close the stall, you may be targeted by someone who is interested. Not to mention taking out a steady stream of food stamps from your pocket, even the 400 yuan alone will make people jealous.
Robbery often happens around the pigeon market. People who are robbed dare not speak out, so they have to suffer the consequences. Things like this kind of robbery can only be ignored in the end.
Yang Jun left the Yonghegong Pigeon Market, put the food stamps and money into the space, did not dare to stop for a moment, and trotted back all the way.
At this moment, it was already dark.
There were already pedestrians on the road, and the thin layer of snow that had finally covered the ground had melted, and there was water everywhere. However, the snow did not stop, and it seemed to be bigger than before.
When I passed by a breakfast shop, I took out an enamel vat in advance, then went into the store, made a portion of salty soy milk, and took a nice sip.
Then I saw someone selling pancakes and fruits at another window, so I ordered seven at once, adding two eggs to each one, and then asked the staff to add half a spoonful of salty noodle sauce to each pancake.
After Yang Jun finished one pancake fruit and one portion of salty soy milk, the remaining six pancake fruits were also ready. He took the packaged pancake fruit and went to get another portion of soy milk. After paying the ticket, he went out.
Get laid early.
When passing by a deserted place, Yang Jun put a piece of pancake fruit that looked a bit big in egg size and a piece of soy milk into the space.
I won’t order the same thing for breakfast in the future. I only need to buy it once and rely on space to copy it in the future.
He just entered the space and checked. The two fried dough sticks and two big meat buns that he put into the space yesterday had doubled to four. They will become eight at this time tomorrow, and then... they can be taken out.
Enough for a family to eat.
Not surprisingly, after returning home, Wang Yuying tortured her ears for half an hour again.
However, his younger sisters and younger brothers were very happy, especially Yang Laosi, who pestered him and called him "big brother" one after another.
Under the bridge in front of the door, a group of ducks swam by,
Come and count, two, four, six, seven eight
…
I am a happy little yellow duck.
Seeing them eating happily, Yang Jun could only comfort himself.
Well, sacrifice me, and happiness will come to all of you.
…
The steel rolling mill gave Yang Jun three days to deal with personal matters, so he had enough time to arrange his family affairs before going to work.
After a while, Lao Wu came with three men about his age. They pushed a small cart with workers and cement and sand in it.
Before renovating a house, the first step is to deal with water and electricity.
In accordance with Yang Jun's requirement to deal with all hidden lines of water and electricity, Lao Wu first led people to dig trenches where the wires passed, then buried the wires, and finally applied cement, and then began to dig out the tap water and sewage lines.
Yang Jun has not yet discussed the problem of sewage pipes with the street office, so he can only dig trenches for water pipes first.
There is a public pool in the front, middle and back yards, and there is a public water meter under each pool. According to the amount shown on the water meter every month, several households in the yard share the water bill equally.
