Afterwards, everyone discussed the preparations Yang Anbang needed to make when entering the city.
The prerequisite for eating commercial grain is that you must be a city dweller. If you want to become a city dweller, you must have a workplace. Only with a workplace can you transfer your household registration.
Therefore, Yang Anbang now needs a proof of employment.
"Second uncle, I will go to the town to make a call tomorrow and ask the factory to get a work certificate and transfer Anbang's household registration first." Yang Jun said.
"If you go to any other town, there is a telephone number at the village headquarters. I'll tell Big Eye and you can call tomorrow."
Yang Jun smiled and said: "Second uncle, this call cannot be made at the village headquarters. The fact that Anbang went to work in the city cannot be known yet."
"Yes, yes, it was my second uncle who was confused and almost ruined the big thing." Yang Dong patted his head and said.
If the people in the village knew that Yang Anbang was going to the city to work, the doorstep of his house would be trampled to pieces, and then many people would blame Yang Jun.
"You all listen carefully, no one is allowed to reveal this matter about the boss. If I find out, I will beat him to death."
Yang Dong quickly explained to his family.
"Especially you, don't go around the village showing off."
Qin Xiuzhi's face turned red when Yang Dong said it, but she didn't dare to talk back, so she could only roll her eyes and remain silent.
After discussing Yang Anbang's matter, everyone continued chatting and setting up the dragon gate formation.
It was almost ten o'clock when everyone went back to sleep one after another.
The man stayed behind to keep vigil, while the woman and children went back to sleep on the kang.
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The next day is the fourth day of February.
Yang Jun woke up early. He was woken up by urination and he was unwilling to go to the dry toilet, so he quietly woke up Yi Qiushui and the two of them went out to solve the problem.
"Brother, wait for me."
As soon as the two of them left the hospital, they saw Yang Mei chasing after them from behind.
Yang Mei blushed and looked at Yang Jun without saying anything. She hugged Yi Qiushui's arm and walked out.
Yang Jun shook his head, this girl...
Since the bathroom at home was renovated, she has never been to a public toilet again, and she must not be able to stand the smell of the dry toilet at her second uncle's house.
Yang Jun drove the car out of the village, and after walking for about three or four miles, he suddenly stepped on the brakes and pulled the car to the side of the road.
"You go to the right, and I'll go to the left."
Yang Jun ran to the roadside in a hurry.
…
Ten minutes later, Yang Jun returned to the car refreshed, rubbed his stomach and said,
"I'll take you to town for breakfast."
"Okay, okay." The two women responded in unison.
Yang Jun didn't dare to fetch anything from the space anymore. If Yi Qiushui hadn't made herself comfortable last night, she would have definitely pursued the issue of burning donkey meat.
The car drove for forty minutes and finally arrived at a small town called Panlong. It was said to be a town, but it was actually a larger market. There were always a few days every month for big markets.
It's a coincidence that Yang Jun and the others are here. Today is the day to attend a big market.
People from the surrounding villages rush here before dawn.
They set up a stall on the roadside early, offering all kinds of snacks and breakfast.
However, it has come full circle.
Yang Jun found that although there were many people going to the market, most of them had sad faces. They had their hands in their sleeves and stared at the stalls on the roadside.
Although it was a big market, everyone knew in their hearts that this was equivalent to a black market, similar to the pigeon market in Sijiu City. Some things could not be exposed to the public and could only be carried out secretly.
Most of the people sitting on the roadside did not come alone. They were basically a temporary team formed by father-son teams, husband-wife teams, or close neighbors.
One person sells the goods and one person sees the goods.
As long as we agree on what we need and the price, we will immediately take the customer to pick up the goods.
Many people were sitting on the roadside with all kinds of messy things in their hands.
Some were holding straws, some were holding branches, and some were holding bowls of water.
Yang Jun and the other three found a stall, ordered thirty steamed buns, six fried dough sticks, and three bowls of rice with beans and rice.
The three of them were like starving ghosts, scrambling for food.
No one enjoyed the meal last night, and no one said anything at the moment, just busy cooking.
Yang Jun was not idle sitting there. He carefully observed all kinds of people on the roadside.
At this glance, he saw the secret.
The person holding wheat straw means that he has wheat or flour to sell, the person holding corn stalks means that he wants to sell corn cobs or corn flour, and the person holding a bowl of water in front of him means that he has wine to sell.
Yang Jun looked at it for a long time and found it very interesting.
So he told Yi Qiushui and the others, and then walked towards the one holding the wheat straw.
"I want white noodles."
Yang Jun leaned over and whispered.
Opposite me is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a dark face, and he looks like a plateau man.
The man glanced at Yang Jun, who was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, and thought he was from that field, so he didn't dare to answer.
Yang Jun saw that this man had concerns.
So he said again: "I just saw you trading with a little girl, and she took more than ten kilograms of white flour from you."
When the man heard this, he stared at him with evil eyes.
"I didn't mean that, I just wanted to tell you that I really want to buy white noodles." Yang Jun was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he quickly explained.
"Do you really want white noodles?" The man looked at Yang Jun and asked tentatively.
"Yes, how many do you have?"
"How much do you want?"
Yell!
When Yang Jun heard this, he sounded loud, right?
He didn't want to eat the dark steamed buns anymore, so he planned to buy some white flour to go back and improve the food. In addition to the ingredients needed for the funeral, he could just buy it on the way.
"Do you have two hundred pounds?" Yang Jun raised two fingers and asked.
"Hungry...I only weigh one hundred and twenty pounds." The man said with a blush when he heard this.
When Yang Jun heard this, he curled his lips.
That's it?
You have such a loud tone, but that’s all it turns out to be?
However, what Yang Jun didn't know was that white flour was a rare thing. It was already a big deal to have a few kilograms of it at home, but this plateau man weighed one hundred and twenty kilograms. No wonder he had such a loud tone just now.
"I want them all, take me to pick them up."
"I made it clear to you in advance, I don't want tickets, I just want money." The plateau man said, holding Yang Jun's hand.
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Who needs tickets when they can be traded on the black market?
Yang Jun asked the man to wait a moment. He went back to the breakfast shop to call Yi Qiushui and Yang Mei. When he came out of the breakfast shop, he saw that each of them was carrying a large bag of breakfast.
When Yang Jun saw this, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.
The two of them were probably afraid of eating black steamed buns, so they had prepared dinner in advance.
Yang Jun asked the man to get in the car and lead the way.
When the man saw Yang Jun with two beautiful girls, he let down his guard. He sat in the passenger seat and gave directions. The car drove to a remote place, and then he walked into an alley on foot.
As soon as Yang Jun entered the alley, he saw a group of people hiding in the alley. They were gathered in twos and threes, and each of them had large and small bags of supplies in front of them.
The man led Yang Jun to a young man, patted the two bags in front of him and said,
"The white flour you want is here. It's exactly one hundred and twenty kilograms. Do you want to weigh it?"
Yang Jun opened the bag and took a look. It was indeed white flour, and judging from its appearance, it seemed to be 70-meter flour, which was high-quality white flour.
"No, just tell me how much it is."
"One cent and eighty pounds, a total of twenty-one and sixty cents."
When Yang Jun heard this, he realized that this noodle was three cents a pound more expensive than the market price, but when he thought it was 70 yuan, it was expensive, so he thought it was worth the price.
Yang Jun took out the money from his pocket, counted a few and handed them to him.
Then, he saw a basket at the young man's feet, covered with wheat straw, and he didn't know what was in it.
"What's in the basket?"
"Eggs." The middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he continued to promote: "They are all made from home-raised local chickens, and the fried green onions are particularly fragrant."
When Yang Jun heard that it was an egg, he was immediately moved.
He knew that this kind of free-range eggs tasted particularly delicious. After eating it once, he wanted to eat it again. The more he ate, the more he wanted to eat it.
The supply of eggs depends entirely on market channels. Generally, supply and marketing cooperatives in towns or small counties like this will only collect eggs but not sell them, and then allocate them to the urban market.
Eggs are sold by the piece, not by the pound. Depending on the size, they cost about ten yuan. These local eggs are small, about ten for a pound.
"I want all of them, and you will also sell me this basket," Yang Jun said.
"Eighty eggs, a total of four yuan and eighty cents. I made the basket myself. If I put it all together, I'll give you twenty cents, so the total is five yuan."
When Yang Jun heard this, he realized that the price of eggs was a bit high. He calculated that the egg price was sixty cents for ten, which was five cents more expensive than the market price. Of course, that was only if a ticket was required.
They don't need tickets, but the five cents price is still worth it. Besides, the prices are so expensive now, so he sells them for 60 cents per catty, which is considered a reasonable price.
The middle-aged man took the money and carefully put it in his pocket. He was full of joy. He didn't expect to meet a big customer today.
If he had relied on him to sell them piecemeal, he might not be able to sell them all today.
The people nearby were a little jealous when they saw the father and son, so they all stepped forward to sell their products.
"Comrade, would you like a leg of lamb?"
At this time, an old man came over and showed the contents of the sack to Yang Jun.
"How much does it cost per pound?"
"Two yuan a pound."
"I want it."
Yang Jun did not negotiate the price and paid directly.
Seeing the old man's success in selling, the people nearby gathered around him.
"Comrade, I still have twelve kilograms of vermicelli here."
"I have thirty kilograms of Jinci rice."
"I have eight kilograms of sorghum wine."
"..."
Yang Jun refused to accept anyone who came. Except for some unused things, he wanted them all as long as they were food.
In the end, he harvested a total of 120 kilograms of white flour, 220 eggs, 42 kilograms of mutton, 18 kilograms of sorghum wine, 45 kilograms of Jinci rice, 25 kilograms of potato vermicelli, four kilograms of chili, and eight kilograms of chili peppers.
Jin of pork, thirteen pounds...
These things are not expensive, the total cost is less than 300 yuan.
In fact, there are many things he doesn't need.
But he saw how pitiful they were and had no choice but to accept them all.
It’s been a long time since he experienced a shopping spree. At this moment, he had a clear idea, so he waved his hand.
"Young and old men, please carry my things to the entrance of the alley."
