Half an hour later, Hong Yanwu waited for "Sister Guo" with hands full at the entry door behind the vegetable market.
The “big boss” of the vegetable market who had benefited from Hong Yanwu was really unambiguous. He got him a full set of fifty kilograms of pork ribs, thirty kilograms of pork ribs and two live chickens.
The price is according to the official price, which is very cheap. The ribs are 45 cents per pound, the ribs are 351 pounds, and the live chicken is 3 yuan each. When the final bill was paid, the total was only 39 yuan.
In the sparsely trafficked streets, Hong Yanwu kept thanking this "acquaintance". He handed over four banknotes with a smile, without even asking for change. He took these things back and couldn't wait to say a friendly goodbye.
Needless to say, he wanted to take these things home as soon as possible. Because it meant that he was done and had purchased ration items several times as many as others. On the battlefield, it would be equivalent to capturing twice as many prisoners as others.
, I can’t even achieve special merits. How can I still be unhappy?
Unexpectedly, something more beautiful would fall from the sky next. Just when Hong Yanwu was about ten meters away and about to walk out of the alley, a young man carrying a large rattan basket and covered with patches unexpectedly gave him a
Stopped.
This man actually asked Hong Yanwu in a low voice if he wanted eggs. And then after looking around, he deliberately opened a corner of the tightly covered basket to show him. In the basket, half-buried in the grass, there were round and polished eggs.
Smooth brown eggs, no chicken poop at all.
Hong Yanwu really didn't expect that there would be "trash troops" these days, and they seemed to understand the principle of "selling goods for a skin".
He looked the young man up and down carefully and saw that he was about 20 years old, with a fair face, clean fingers, tall and thin body, and no accent when he spoke. If his identity hadn't been revealed by his clothes, shoes and hat, no one would have known that he was a
Farmer buying eggs.
"What's the price?"
"You have to give me fifteen cents each and four kilograms of food stamps in exchange for three."
Hey, the price is not cheap. The official price of eggs in grocery stores is 90 cents per catty, and the black market price of food stamps is 10 cents per catty. In those days, eggs were big, so even if ten eggs per catty were calculated, one catty would still be expensive.
Go out 50% to 60%.
Of course, Hong Yanwu certainly didn't care about this. He just didn't want to be taken advantage of, so he bargained casually.
"What if it's a national food stamp? It's the same price?"
The young man pondered for a moment.
"One pound per pound..."
"I want to buy it with money, can it be cheaper?"
"Stop joking. Not to mention how much your clothes and the things in your hands are worth. You and your friends just rounded up the 'water chestnuts' and 'leeks'. Do you still care about these?"
Only then did Hong Yanwu realize that this person had deliberately blocked him here, and he couldn't help but gleam in his eyes.
"Have you been following me?"
The young man was quite open-minded and not at all guilty.
"Don't dare, don't dare, you have to understand. The main reason is that people will lose all their money if they are caught doing this kind of thing. It's too risky for me to sell it piecemeal, so I have to be careful. I think my eyesight is not bad, to put it bluntly.
, I wouldn’t have come to ask you if I hadn’t seen that you are a real buyer. In fact, including you, I have only asked two people today. The first uncle bought me a hundred of them in one go.
Well..."
"...I'm not lying to you. I'm the only one selling private goods around here, so the price of the eggs I sell is higher, but you won't suffer any loss if you buy mine. First, eggs in non-staple food stores require a ticket.
I don’t need it. Secondly, eggs in grocery stores are mixed with good and bad ones, but my eggs are all fresh, and they are as orange-red as the others. Buy one and you’ll get one. In addition, there is an old saying that “the twelfth lunar month is full of water and soil”.
It’s three cents more expensive. You said that I risked going to the city to do this in the cold weather, wasn’t it just to get a good price..."
A few simple words made Hong Yanwu even more impressed.
Because the young man was well-spoken, neither humble nor overbearing, he complimented the customer without showing any emotion. It seemed that being asked by him was a very honorable thing in itself. At the same time, he also explained the reasons for hoarding goods and the advantages of the products.
It's very relatable. What's more, the shrewdness of observing the situation in advance and finding the right target before taking action is particularly rare in this era.
So with a hint of appreciation, Hong Yanwu's suddenly tense mood relaxed again.
"Okay, it's your price. How many are there in your basket? I want them all."
"There are only half a basket left, and there are one hundred and fourteen more. Do you want to exchange for food stamps, or buy them with money?"
"Give you money, it's convenient..."
"Then the total is seventeen yuan, so you can give us the full seventeen yuan."
Seeing the young man coming, he calculated the amount very easily and even took the initiative to give away the change. Hong Yanwu was even more surprised. He immediately paid and asked again.
"You can calculate quickly enough, and you can do math..."
The young man happily took the money and agreed half-jokingly.
"Hey, please hurry up. There are special requirements for work..."
Hong Yanwu smiled knowingly and suddenly remembered something again.
"Hey, are you selling this basket..."
The young man didn't stumble at all, but instead thought more thoughtfully for him.
"The basket is made by myself, and it only costs a few cents. But I think you have too many things in your hand, and it's hard to get the basket after you buy it. How about I take it home for you, and I can also help you pick it up by the way.
Order something else…”
This kind of service consciousness is definitely the most lacking thing in this era. Hong Yanwu really can't help but feel good about it and praise it.
"Okay, I really know how to do business. Then I'll give you a hard time..."
In this way, the young man held the eggs in one hand and took the cans and fruit wine from Hong Yanwu with the other. He first followed him to find Chen Liquan, and then walked together to Fulu.
During the twenty minutes of walking along the way, Hong Yanwu and the young man hit each other up and chatted. From the conversation, he learned that the young man's name was Zhao Qing, a farmer from Jiulong Mountain in Fangshan County, a suburb of Beijing.
Because there was little land in the village and the geology was poor, he was weak and unable to do much farm work, so he took advantage of the new year to bring eggs collected from various houses in the village to the city in exchange for some money for soy sauce and vinegar.
In addition, as Hong Yanwu expected, Zhao Qing was good at studying.
He was the only student in the village who had gone to high school, and he should be considered a young scholar in the village. Unfortunately, his family was too poor and was still in the "Black Category Five", so he was withdrawn from school after only one year.
I can only accept my fate and live in a ravine for the rest of my life.
Hearing this, Hong Yanwu couldn't help but feel sympathy for the similar family structure. When he thought about the long-term shortage of eggs at home, he wanted to help. He simply asked Zhao Qing if he could send him 200 eggs every month.
.
Zhao Qing is indeed quite "good". He was very happy when he heard this and immediately agreed. He said that starting from March, on the first Sunday of every month, he would guarantee delivery and the price would never be different.
So high. He kept thanking me for it, and his face was filled with the joy of finding a great customer.
In this way, their relationship became more harmonious. Zhao Qing took the initiative to tell Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan a lot about the customs and customs of the Fangshan area. What they didn't expect was that the three of them also had common interests and hobbies. As soon as they started chatting
Catching birds, fishing, and fishing for shrimps are particularly popular. When we arrived at the entrance of the West Courtyard of Furuli, we were still a little bit unfinished.
In the end, Zhao Qing helped Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan deliver the things to Chen's house in the west courtyard. The eggs were placed one by one in the basin, and then he said goodbye and left. And when leaving, he took out a few more eggs from his arms.
There was a piece of red paper, saying that it was two pictures of door gods they had drawn. If Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan didn't mind, they might as well stick it on the door of the house for good luck.
Hong Yanwu opened it on the spot and saw that Zhao Qing's paintings were surprisingly good. Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong were majestic, symmetrical in form, and had a very strong decorative effect. They were qualified as decorative paintings on the wall, let alone on the door. In this way, not
He himself felt that it was unjustifiable to give others more money to work.
But I didn't expect that Zhao Qing was quite principled. He said that it was his duty to deliver things to customers' homes, and it was not his duty to earn money. Besides, Hong Yanwu had already helped him a lot since he asked for his eggs every month.
I felt uneasy about taking this money anymore, so I was too embarrassed to come to the door again. In the end, I insisted on saying goodbye and left without taking any more money.
This made Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan quite uncomfortable. So they had been sitting at home for a long time, and they were still talking about this matter.
On the other hand, they all felt that this Zhao Qing was too strange. He had a quick and shrewd mind, good painting skills, good etiquette, and was not greedy for money. He really didn't look like an ordinary farmer.
While talking about this, Hong Yanwu started chatting with Chen Liquan. He didn't know why, but he always felt that he had a close affinity with Zhao Qing, like an acquaintance whom he had met several times.
Unexpectedly, Chen Liquan actually laughed. He actually said that Zhao Qing looked very similar to Hong Yanwu. If one looked at the face instead of the stature, the two of them would look like brothers.
When Hong Yanwu heard this, he thought about it for a while and couldn't help but said, "Why do you think it's so strange? It's like there are no strange things in the world. I didn't expect that my two brothers and I don't look much alike, but this guy is really a bit weird."
It feels like looking in the mirror. I guess I might have looked like this if I hadn’t learned how to wrestle. Actually, I just look a little rougher and less elegant than others..."
Unexpectedly, Chen Liquan added another sentence, "I still think you are better than him. You are the kind of person who farts in bed and is good at literature (sounding) and martial arts (covering)..."
After saying this, both of them felt that it was getting more and more nonsense, and couldn't help laughing together...