Tie Jun was in no hurry to go in, mainly because it didn't work either. You spoke with a foreign accent and people were too lazy to talk to you.
Not only did he not go in, he wandered out with his pockets in his pockets. He looked up at the sign of the purchasing station, "Yuanshan Purchasing Station." It was obviously done by an individual.
Tie Jun was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the mountains in the distance, and saw those young people delivering mountain goods. Tie Jun grinned.
"Boss Xiaotie, why didn't you go in?"
The young people's foreheads were covered with sweat, and they looked particularly bright against the sun.
The person who spoke was the top scholar in the village, named Zhao Qiankun. He once attended a technical secondary school, but because his husband found out about writing love poems to his teacher, he made a big fuss and was expelled from the school.
"Just came out, Qiankun, let me ask you, do your mountain goods sell like this every year?"
"Yes!"
"Then do you know that this buying station is run by an individual?"
"I know, we have also been to the state-owned purchasing station in the town, and the prices are not as high as theirs, and the portions are generous! Moreover, they are very arrogant!"
Tie Jun was a little confused. The price Lao Wang told him was definitely the real price, because of his unfamiliar face, because of the Chinese package, and because it must be profitable.
But according to Zhao Qiankun, this buying station has a good reputation. At least in recent years, all the nearby mountain goods have been giving him this, so he won't have to pay two prices!
There must be something fishy going on here, and you need to find someone who knows how to ask. Tie Jun made up his mind and started to get into trouble again.
"The price has been reduced this year, peppercorns are 4 yuan, and walnuts are 1 yuan and 6 yuan."
"It's impossible. Last year, we harvested 100 kilograms of peppers and received a 50 kilogram bag of white flour as a reward. This year, we harvested less peppers, so they should be more popular..."
"Go in and see for yourself, don't push the car in yet!"
Tie Jun turned his head and stopped looking at him. Zhao Qiankun thought for a while and shouted to the back: "Have a rest, I'll go in and take a look!"
The young men kept silent and pushed the cart to the shade. The two donkeys gave Tiejun a blank look and grunted, as if scolding Tiejun for being a b. They were already on the ground and even tossed a ball!
Tie Jun rubbed his chin and looked at the mountains in the distance again, thinking about what Zhao Qiankun said just now, "There are less peppers this year, so they should be more popular..."
"Donkey, coax the water!"
When Zhao Qiankun came out, he was stunned.
"Oh, I was scolding that woman for being unreasonable!"
Zhao Qiankun explained, Tie Jun looked at the young men who were silent and was a little surprised. They were really not the same men. This would have to be left in the Northeast. It's time for them to get fucked.
"Oh, all the men in the northwest are like this. Just listen to one person, and if I tell you to screw it up, none of them will fail."
"Well, Qiankun, please briefly introduce your Sichuan peppercorns to me. I'll call a friend to ask about the market conditions. Also, how many households are growing Sichuan peppercorns nearby?"
"Thousands of households are already here, wait and see!"
Zhao Qiankun ran into the buying station again and ran back with great effort. He seemed to be holding something in his left hand. He ran to his car again and grabbed a handful of peppercorns.
"This is called Dahongpao. It is a specialty of our area. Every household grows it. It has bright colors, plump fruits, and a high oil yield. It is very popular!"
Zhao Qiankun spread his right hand, and sure enough, even a non-cooker like Tie Jun could see that it was larger than ordinary peppercorns, redder in color, and very festive.
"Look at this again, what does it look like?"
Zhao Qiankun spread his left hand. Tie Jun looked carefully and was a little surprised. These peppercorns were not one grain at a time, but several grains with one petal, like plum blossoms.
Moreover, it is bigger, plumper, and oily red, as if it is about to overflow with oil.
"Does it look like a plum blossom?"
"Yeah, like!"
"Smell it!"
Tie Jun was very obedient and smelled both sides. One smelled very fragrant and the other smelled strong.
"Oh, I know, Dahongpao is used in Sichuan hot pot."
"Well, chili is the god of hot pot, and Sichuan peppercorns are the soul of hot pot."
Zhao Qiankun nodded, squinted his eyes and sighed.
"Haha, the summary is quite insightful!"
"That's what I summarized. It was said by Grandpa Tieniu's comrades. He is the number one in Chengdu, but he is rich. He told us when he invited the whole village to a banquet.
This is the queen of peppercorns, called plum peppercorns. It has a long history. It was a royal tribute in the Tang Dynasty, also called tribute peppercorns."
"Then you all plant this!"
"It's not that easy. Ten years ago, Grandpa Tieniu's comrades personally delivered the seedlings from Sichuan. For us, they are the only Scorpion Baba!
Every year, there is an old man who collects Grandpa Tieniu’s plum pepper. We don’t know how much it costs, but we also give him two barrels of liquor every time, which is enough to drink until the Chinese New Year!”
Zhao Qiankun looked envious, but Tie Jun was a little confused and asked: "You said that old man specializes in collecting these plum peppers, and Li Dachui..."
"Oh, I'm not sure. Boss, aren't you going to make a call?"
Zhao Qiankun was very nervous for a moment, as if he had said something wrong, so he opened his mouth to support the iron army.
"I'm not familiar with this place, so you have to take me to a place where I can make long-distance calls!"
"Go to the village committee. My uncle is the party secretary of this village, but you have to pay for long-distance calls!"
Tie Jun agreed immediately, and Zhao Qiankun grinned and said: "Don't laugh at us for being stingy. We are all poor and have no choice!"
"Understood, let's go! By the way, is it far? Do you need to drive?"
"It's not far, it's right in front of you."
Zhao Qiankun pointed in a direction, and the two walked over while talking.
After all, he is a simple and honest person, and he cannot stand the insinuations of the procuratorate's iron army who has worked for his whole life. He roughly understands what is going on.
Think about it, my mother didn't tell the truth. The peppercorns and walnuts belong to Li Tieniu, and Li Dachui planted a two-acre apple orchard.
It seems that something happened. Li Tieniu signed a document and Huajiao Garden belonged to Li Dachui. The time seemed to be last year.
Recalling that Liu Shengli had said that he had Li Dachui imprisoned in the hospital last year, Tie Jun was convinced that it was this incident that led to the change of ownership of Huajiao Garden.
"Why didn't Li Dachui wait for the old man to collect his plum pepper?"
"Needless to say, as soon as the old man comes to the door, his secret will be revealed!"
"What's the matter? What he collected was plum pepper. Who else should he collect it from?"
"That's what happened, but how dare those two people think so? The old man comes late every year, well, let's give it another ten days!
They must be afraid that if the old man refuses to accept it, they will be dumbfounded if they miss the acquisition station again!"
As we talked, we arrived at the village committee. At the bottom of the mountain, Huashiya Village not only had a larger population, but also had more formal offices than Wangxing Village. At least there were several people sitting and drinking tea!
Zhao Qiankun's uncle was not there, but it didn't delay things. Everyone in the room knew him. When they heard that they were going to use the phone, they all looked at a man wearing glasses.
"Oh, Accountant Liu, we'll pay for it, so the fight won't be in vain, it'll take up to five minutes!"
As mentioned before, Tie Jun knew that the man was an accountant, so he quickly took out 50 yuan and put it on the table.
"Just give him a fight. How much does it cost for the party secretary's nephew?"
The accountant originally had a straight face, but when he saw the little scalper approaching, he pretended to be polite.