Return To 1977 Chapter 245: Get along

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Half an hour later, Hong Yanwu waited at the entry door behind the vegetable market with his hands full of "Sister Guo".

The "big man" from the wet market who received Hong Yanwu's benefits 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 based on the official price, which is very cheap. The ribs cost 45.1 kilogram, the ribs cost 35.1 kilogram, and the live chicken cost 3 yuan a piece. 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 the four banknotes with a smile, without even asking for change. He took these things back and couldn't wait to say a friendly farewell to them.

Needless to say, he wanted to get these things home as soon as possible. Because this means that he is done and has purchased ration items that are several times as much as other people's. If it were on the battlefield, it would be equivalent to capturing twice as many prisoners as others, and even special merits such as special merit would not be able to defeat them. Can you still be unhappy about this?

I didn’t expect that something more beautiful would fall from the sky next. Just when Hong Yanwu was ten meters away and about to walk out of the alley, a young man carrying a large rattan basket and covered in patches unexpectedly stopped him.

This man actually asked Hong Yanwu in a low voice if he wanted eggs. And then after looking around, he deliberately opened the tightly covered corner to show him. In the basket, half-buried in the grass, were round, polished brown eggs and a little chicken feces. No.

Hong Yanwu really didn't expect that there would be a "traitor army" 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 fair face, clean fingers, tall and thin, and he spoke without an accent. 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 pay one and a half cents each, and exchange four kilograms of food stamps 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. Back then, eggs were so big that even if ten eggs were weighed per pound, that pound would be 50 to 60 percent more expensive.

Of course, Hong Yanwu definitely doesn't care about this. I just didn't want to be "taken advantage of", so I bargained casually.

"What if it's a national food stamp? Is it the same price?"

The young man pondered for a moment.

"That one pound..."

"I want to buy it with money, can it be cheaper?"

"Don't be 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'. How can you care about these things? ”

Only then did Hong Yanwu realize that this person was deliberately blocking him here, and he couldn't help but gleam in his eyes.

"Have you been following me?"

The young man is quite open-minded and has no guilt at all.

"Don't dare, don't dare, you have to understand. The main reason is that if someone catches this kind of thing, they will lose all their money. It's too risky for me to sell it piecemeal, so I have to be careful. I feel that my eyesight is not bad. , To put it bluntly, if I hadn’t seen you as a real buyer, I wouldn’t have asked you. In fact, including you, I asked only two people today. The first uncle bought me a hundred pieces at once. I have to sell my goods. Know your family well..."

"...I'm not pretending to be here. 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 want to buy mine. First, eggs in grocery stores I don’t need a ticket. Second, the eggs in the grocery store are mixed with good and bad ones, but my eggs are all fresh, and they are as orange-yellow as the others. In addition, there is an old saying. "The land and water in the twelfth lunar month are three cents more expensive." You said I took the risk to go 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 arrogant, he complimented the customer without showing any signs of it. 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 in a very convincing way. 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..."

"That's a total of seventeen yuan, so just give me seventeen yuan."

Seeing that the young man opened his mouth, he calculated the amount very easily, and even took the initiative to wipe out 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, don't be too quick. There are special requirements for work..."

Hong Yanwu smiled knowingly, and suddenly thought of 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 send it home for you, and I can also help you by the way. You can get something else..."

This kind of service awareness is definitely the most lacking thing in this era. Hong Yanwu really can't help but feel good about him and praise him.

"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 and poor geology in the village, 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 is the only student in the village who has graduated from high school, and he should be considered a young scholar in the village. It's a pity that his family is too poor and is still in the "black category", so he was withdrawn from school after only one year. From then on, he had no choice but to accept his fate and live in a ravine for the rest of his life.

Hearing this, Hong Yanwu could not help but feel sympathy for the similar family situation. 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 a "high-minded" person. I was very happy to hear this and agreed immediately. He said that starting from March, he would guarantee delivery on the first Sunday of every month, and the price would never be as high as the New Year's Day. He kept thanking me for this, his face full of joy at finding a big customer.

In this way, their relationship will become 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's more unexpected is that the three of them also have common interests and hobbies. When we talk about catching birds, fishing, and fishing for shrimps, we get very close to each other. When we arrived at the entrance of the West Courtyard of Furuli, both of us were still a little unfinished.

In the end, Zhao Qing helped Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan deliver the things to the Chen family gate in the west courtyard. The eggs were placed one by one in the basin from the basket, and then he said goodbye and left. And when leaving, he took out a few pieces of red paper from his arms and said that they were two pictures of door gods he had drawn. If Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan didn't dislike them, they might as well stick them on the door of the house for good luck.

Hong Yanwu opened it on the spot and found 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. As a result, he himself felt that he couldn't justify it if he didn't give others more money.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Qing was quite principled. He said that it was his duty to deliver things to customers' homes, and that he should not earn the money he deserved. Besides, since Hong Yanwu had helped him a lot by asking for his eggs every month, he felt uneasy about taking the money again, and he had no shame in visiting him again. In the end, he insisted on saying goodbye and left without getting a single penny more.

This made Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan feel uncomfortable. So we have been sitting at home for a long time, and the two of them are still talking about this matter.

On the other hand, they all felt that Zhao Qing was too weird. He has a lively and shrewd mind, good painting skills, good etiquette, and is not greedy for money. He really doesn'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 you didn't look at the body and only looked at the face, the two of them would be 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? That's why there are so many strange things in the world. Unexpectedly, my two brothers and I are not very similar. Look at this kid It really feels like looking in the mirror. I guess that’s why I look like this if I haven’t learned how to wrestle. Actually, I’m just a bit 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 under the covers, 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...