Since Zhang Shanhai started practicing cultivation, his hearing has been much more sensitive than that of ordinary people, so he naturally listened carefully to what his parents were talking about. His mood was very complicated, and thoughts began to pop up in his head.
In fact, if the policy allows, there are still many things that can be traded in the countryside. For example, the wild boar that Zhang Shanhai brought back last time. If it is sold to the commune, there will definitely be a large demand from the city people. At this time, meat is in short supply.
Supplies. Although wild boar meat at this time may not be as valuable as domestic pigs, because it is not as fat as domestic pigs, and it does not taste as good as domestic pigs. However, it is not a problem to exchange for food.
People in cities still have much more food than people in rural areas. On the one hand, they have food stamps and have more money in their hands. On the other hand, the work they do is less labor-intensive than farmers.
Therefore, the daily food consumption is relatively small. Therefore, many city people will have excess food stamps in their hands. If you take some meat to the city, many people will be willing to exchange it.
However, this era is a public-owned collective economy and does not allow private transactions. Once private transactions are caught, not only will all materials be confiscated, but the "tail of capitalism" will also be cut off.
The next day, Zhang Shanhai and Zhang Shanfeng took the little yellow dog to Yeboar Ridge. Under the leadership of the little yellow dog, they found an elk not long after. This is a good thing. It is full of treasures. If you take it
If you exchange something, you might get a lot back.
Zhang Shanhai repeated his old trick and captured the elk easily. After letting Zhang Shan handle the elk madly, he did not take it home, but went directly to the commune. Biyun Commune turned out to be a small town called Biyun Town.
, and later after the rebellion, it was renamed Biyun Commune.
Biyun Commune is not very big, but the commune has a match factory and a pesticide factory. They are all small factories, but they are very good factories in Biyun. The people who work in the factory are all public servants, and the public servants have a salary every month.
The good wages and various quotas of tickets make the surrounding farmers extremely envious.
In addition to the commune cadres, high school and junior high school teachers, and town residents, there are thousands of people in the town.
Biyun Commune is a street, actually a road. The houses of the commune are on both sides of the road, and the stores on both sides of the road are public stores.
Naturally, Zhang Shanhai did not dare to exchange things in these places. Zhang Shanhai heard that people from Zhang Jiashan who secretly came here to exchange things said that they had to go to the staff dormitory. Although Zhang Shanhai had never been to the staff dormitory, he
I've been here a few times with my parents, so I know the place.
Zhang Shanhai and Zhang Shanfeng walked straight to the accommodation area. Zhang Shanfeng carried the elk meat in a bamboo basket, and Zhang Shanhai covered it with some dry leaves. At first glance, no one would have thought that there was elk meat in it.
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When he met someone on the road, Zhang Shanhai stepped forward to greet him, while Zhang Shanfeng followed behind.
"Auntie, do you want to exchange food stamps for meat?" Zhang Shanhai looked around and saw no one was around, so he walked forward and asked softly.
"What kind of meat?" asked the twenty-seven or eight-year-old woman, whose skin was very fair. She seemed to have a lot of experience, and she must have had a lot of dealings with people who took the risk to exchange things.
"I'm lucky today. My brother and I shot an elk. Don't worry, I won't cost you anything." Zhang Shanhai tried his best to pretend to be more mature, but his height was there, just over one meter tall.
, you are still a brat no matter how you look at it.
The woman is an employee of a pesticide factory, her name is Zeng Xiulian, and the man is a commune cadre, from a relatively well-off family in the town. But these days, even if you have money, you may not be able to buy things. Many things have to be bought with tickets. Like pork.
They are relatively scarce supplies and are subject to strict restrictions. Every Chinese New Year, the biggest thing the heads of various units do is to buy pork for their employees.
"How to change?" Zeng Xiulian was moved. The two boys at home have been asking for meat these days, but the meat tickets at home have been used up long ago, and they still have to wait for this month's payment.
"You can just use food stamps and money, or just exchange it with rice. One pound of meat is exchanged for six pounds of rice." Zhang Shanhai said in a low voice. To be honest, the price is not expensive, and it is cheaper than the public price.
"How many? I want to change a little more," Zeng Xiulian said.
"It's dozens of kilograms. It's enough for you to change." Zhang Shanhai said.
"Does what you say work? Will your brother agree?" Zeng Xiulian was still a little worried.
"Don't worry, my brother will definitely agree to what I said." Zhang Shanhai promised.
Zeng Xiulian thought that she had a lot of food stamps at home, and the extra food stamps could be exchanged for dozens of kilograms. However, although the temperature is relatively low now, fresh meat can be stored for a few days, but it cannot be stored for too long. It can also be smoked and cured.
Keep it longer. My family needs at least ten kilograms. This opportunity is rare. In addition, I have to send some to my parents' family and my husband's family, which adds up to several kilograms.
"I want 20 pounds." Zeng Xiulian said.
Zhang Shanhai felt happy and felt that the life of the people in this city was really nourishing.
"No problem." Zhang Shanhai said.
"I have food stamps, money and everything at home. Come with me to your home. It will be more convenient to cut the meat at home," Zeng Xiulian said.
Zhang Shanhai didn't think about it elsewhere, nodded, and took Zhang Shanfeng to Zeng Xiulian's house.
Zeng Xiulian also didn't think there was anything wrong with bringing the tall and tall Zhang Shanfeng to her home.
That era was really a wonderful era.
Zeng Xiulian's home is like heaven to Zhang Shanhai. Although it is also square, the floor is covered with frozen cement and there is a ceiling above it. The house is spotless. In Zhang Jiashan's words, it is as clean as a dog.
The furniture is also neatly arranged, unlike Zhang Shanhai's house. Although He Ni tidies up the housework every day when she has time, the farmers have too many farm tools and the house is not big, so there is no place to put the things. So no matter what He Ni does
No matter how hard we try, the house still looks messy. It is incomparable to Zeng Xiulian’s house.
The two children of Zeng Xiulian's family were playing with a radio there. No one in Zhangjiashan had ever seen this thing. Zhang Shanhai's eyes felt a little hot.
"If you two bastards break your dad's radio, I'll see if your dad doesn't beat your ass when he comes back." When Zeng Xiulian talked about the radio, her words were filled with obvious pride.
"I have lived in vain for hundreds of years, and I have never seen this thing." Huang Shiyin said with some shame.
Liu Daonan was also very surprised, "It's really weird, that iron box can actually talk. Is that the cave of an immortal?"
"Shit, it's just a radio." Although Zhang Shanhai was young, he saw it in the commune's office when he went to the commune with Zhang Yunyang.
"Come on. You didn't bring any knives to the kitchen, did you?" Zeng Xiulian said.
Zhang Shanhai nodded. The only thing they had in hand was the knife he used to carve jade talismans.
"Come on, the kitchen knife I have here is a steel knife obtained from a machinery factory. It can cut anything." Zeng Xiulian said.
Zhang Shanhai and Madman did not bring scales with them when they came out. Zeng Xiulian went to a neighbor's house to borrow a scale. However, when she borrowed the scale and came back, she also brought two neighbors with her.
They also heard that someone from Zeng Xiulian's family came to exchange meat for rice, and they came over with food stamps and money. The elderly man who came was named Zhou Fangtong, and the middle-aged woman was named Huang Dongmei.
"We just divided the meat, so you two brothers can save yourself from running around. If you encounter the pickets, they will all be confiscated." Zhou Fangtong said.
"Uncle Zhou, I don't have as strong a family background as yours. There are too many children at home, but there aren't many food stamps left. I only need two or three kilograms," Huang Dongmei said.
Zhou Fangtong laughed and said, "Then you guys weigh in first, and I'll take care of the rest. I have a lot of children in my family, and I don't have much left if I divide them into individual families."
Zeng Xiulian's family asked for twenty-five kilograms. At the end, Zeng Xiulian hesitantly asked for five more kilograms. Huang Dongmei finally gritted her teeth and asked for five kilograms. The remaining thirty or forty kilograms all went to Zhou Fangtong. When he entered the water, Zhang Shanhai took them all as his own.
The spouses were given directly to these three families.
Before leaving, Zhang Shanhai quietly said to Zhou Fangtong, "Grandpa, if I say something wrong, don't be offended."
Zhou Fangtong was very surprised, "Tell me, tell me, at such a young age, he looks like a grown-up. He is really a farm boy who has long been in charge."
"Is someone in your family sick?" Zhang Shanhai asked.
Zhou Fangtong frowned, "Do you know me?"
Zhang Shanhai shook his head, "I can tell from your face that originally your children's palace was rich and their children should be very promising, but now I see that your children's palace is slightly dark, which means there is something wrong with the children in your family.
Either you are sick or in trouble. However, if you bought so much meat today, it must be because one of your children is sick."
"Hey, the little guy is so smart, he was able to analyze so many things from the meat I bought." Zhou Fangtong still ignored the facial features Zhang Shanhai said, preconceivedly thinking that Zhang Shanhai just relied on the fact that he bought meat to know that someone in his family needed it.
Nourishing Qi and blood. But he didn't notice that Zhang Shanhai started talking about his children.
"Uncle Zhou, why didn't I know who in your family was sick?" Zeng Xiulian asked.
"It's a brave soldier. This kid came back from the outside this time. He was bedridden. He called Dr. Zhao to come and take a look, but he didn't find anything special." Zhang Jun said.
"Where did your son come back from?" Zhang Shanhai asked.
"He is a cadre in the irrigation district. This time the Wanchong brigade is building the reservoir. My son is responsible for managing it. I heard that more than a dozen people with him got sick as soon as they came back." Zhou Fangtong said.
"No wonder. I said that Yongbing came back, but he didn't come out for a walk. My parents told me that Yongbing was so arrogant now that he didn't come to play anymore when he came back. I didn't expect that he was sick. In the evening, I told him
Let's go to your house with Song Yi to have a look." Zeng Xiulian said.
"How come so many people are sick? Is it an infectious disease?" Huang Dongmei asked.
"Probably not. If it's an infectious disease, why couldn't Dr. Zhao diagnose it?" Zhou Fangtong shook his head.
"Did your son encounter anything strange at the reservoir?" Zhang Shanhai asked.
Zhou Fangtong was moved at this, "It really happened. I heard from my son Yongbing that this time, they dug an ancient tomb in the reservoir. When the hoe was dug down, blood splashed everywhere. At night, I heard people everywhere
After crying, everyone got up and turned on the lights to shine, but saw nothing. The next day, the people who went to dig the ancient tombs all fell ill."
"This is a collision with an evil spirit." Zhang Shanhai said.
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