Siheyuan starts with killing pigs

Chapter 232 Buying food stamps

"You are still smarter when you are old. Uncle, you are really good at judging people!" After hearing this, Wang Hu saw the proud look on his face and praised him with a thumbs up.

The old man was very impressed by Wang Hu's praise. He couldn't help but enthusiastically introduced Wang Hu to the black market and his experience in running a stall.

This black market is not managed by anyone. It was formed by everyone's spontaneous gathering. It has been in existence since the three-year disaster. Of course, after so many years, the leaders of the commune also know the situation here.

Thinking that life is not easy, leaving a way for those who can't survive, so they turn a blind eye. Usually no one comes to check, and even if someone comes to check, it is just a symbolic arrest of a few unlucky people. After all, it will really happen. When everyone here is wiped out, it’s the leader’s turn to have a headache.

Wang Hu kept nodding after hearing this, as if he agreed with the old man's words. This made the old man speak more energetically and taught Wang Hu some black market rules.

One is to avoid hitting others, and the other is to try not to show your face, otherwise acquaintances will turn around and report you, so it is not possible for someone like Wang Hu. The uncle even reminded Wang Hu enthusiastically, and Wang Hu also pretended to be With a very grateful look, he took out the cloth bag from which he sold eggs before and put it around his face.

"Comrade, how do you sell this fish?" Just as the two were chatting happily, a woman covering her face with a scarf came over and looked at the twitching fish in Wang Hu's stall and asked.

"Thirty cents a pound! No bargaining!" Wang Hu said without looking back.

"Can it be cheaper?" The woman was happy after hearing this, but she still pretended to be dissatisfied with the price.

After all, it is rare to find such a big and fresh fish. She usually has to go to work and only goes home to buy groceries after get off work, so naturally she won't meet Wang Hu who sells out the fish at eight or nine in the morning.

"No! Not a penny less!" Wang Hu immediately shook his head and said firmly after hearing this.

"Okay, then give me one, just the biggest one!"

After hearing this, the woman regretted that she had not succeeded in bargaining, but the fish was indeed very fresh and the price was right, so she pointed to the largest fish and said to Wang Hu. After hearing this, Wang Hu was unambiguous and untied the fish. He weighed her with a scale.

"Sister, look, these are six pounds and three taels! A total of 1.89 yuan." After weighing, Wang Hu weighed the weight and handed it to her to see.

The woman saw that it was indeed six pounds and three taels, so she said nothing, took out a handkerchief from her pocket, counted 1.89 yuan from the handkerchief and handed it to Wang Hu, who also enthusiastically handed the fish to him. She put it in the bamboo basket she was carrying.

"Young man, it's okay! How long have you been here and you sold it for nearly two yuan? It's not like mine. I've been here for almost two hours and I only sold it for five cents!" The old man suddenly saw Wang Hu. After selling it for so much money, he said to Wang Hu with envy.

"Uncle, how do you sell this thing?"

After Wang Hu heard what he said, he was also very surprised. Only then did he understand why the uncle asked him to set up a stall next to him when he heard that he gave him a dime. It turned out that the money he gave him earned more than the uncle.

"I dug these bamboo shoots myself in the bamboo forest on the mountain. They cost one cent per catty. My children also picked these mushrooms on the mountain for two cents per catty. The mushrooms were sold for two catties, but the bamboo shoots were only sold for one catty. Jin, alas, meat is still easy to sell these days!" The uncle couldn't help but sigh after hearing this.

"Uncle, this is not bad. After all, five cents is enough to catch five work points, and it is half a day's work for a strong laborer! It's not easy for me to get this fish. Many of us caught it together. I am the youngest. After eating it, the big ones couldn’t bear to eat it, so they sold it for money!”

"Each of us gets one cent. It only costs a few cents for one person to work in the middle of the night!" After hearing this, Wang Hu was afraid that the old man would be unbalanced, so he told a white lie. "So that's it! I just thought it was impossible for one person to catch so many live big fish. Did you do it together? This is good. There is strength in numbers, and you guys can also have help!" The old man said After hearing this, my mood immediately improved a lot, and I started chatting with Wang Hu again with a smile.

In the following time, Wang Hulu sold out all the fish one after another, and the old man's bamboo shoots and mushrooms also sold for seventy-seven or eighty-eight dollars!
Wang Hu sold a total of 7.6 yuan, the old man sold 8 kilograms of bamboo shoots, and 5 kilograms of mushrooms, for a total of 0.18 yuan. Including the 0.05 yuan he mentioned before, he only sold a total of 0.23 yuan.

When Wang Hu saw that everything was sold out, he handed over the 1 cents he had agreed to before with the old man's expectant eyes.

"Uncle, thank you! This is what I promised you before! I'm going back. It's getting late. You should go back early after selling your things!" Wang Hu said to the old man with a smile.

"Young man, this is so embarrassing!" Although the uncle said this, his hand movements were not slow and he quickly took the money.

After all, he only sold 0.23 yuan overnight. Wang Hu's dime accounted for almost half of his harvest tonight, and all he paid was some resin.

His earthen oil lamp was made from the rosin he collected in the mountains, mixed with resins from other trees, and mixed together at almost no cost, so he was very enthusiastic about Wang Hu.

Wang Hu chatted with the old man for a few more words, and Wang Hu turned around and left first. He was not in a hurry to sell the eggs. After all, sharpening the knife would keep him from chopping wood. He was going to see if there was anyone selling oil lamps on the black market.

After Wang Hu walked around most of the open space, he found that the things sold in this market were quite mixed. Some sold vegetables grown by himself, some sold some coarse grains, including sweet potatoes and corn, and some sold wild fruits and apricots from the mountains. Wild grapes, etc., and some sell snails, loaches, etc., the species are very complete.

The things grown at home are okay, but the things in some mountains and rivers are a little different. Some wild fruits are big and small, and some are picked and sold before they are even ripe.

Although Wang Hu didn't find anyone selling kerosene lamps, after wandering around for so long, he finally found someone holding a few tickets in his hand. It looked like he was selling tickets. When Wang Hu saw it, he felt happy and left immediately. past.

"Brother, are you a ticket seller?" Wang Hu asked tentatively after walking over.

"Yes, brother, you want to buy it! Then brother, you have found the right person. As long as it is sold in our commune supply and marketing cooperative, I have it here!"

The man said with joy when he saw the business coming to his door. As he said that, he took out a large stack of various bills and said to Wang Hu.

"Brother, what's the price of food stamps and meat stamps?" Wang Hu saw that he had found the right person, and he immediately asked with a smile.

"Coarse grain stamps cost 2 cents per catty, fine grain stamps cost 5 cents per catty, and meat stamps cost 7 cents per catty!" After hearing this, the man immediately introduced it to Wang Hu.

"Brother, what's the price of that iron pot?" Wang Hu thought for a while and asked.

After all, cooking at home tends to leave behind flavors, but he can't eat grilled food every day, otherwise he will definitely get tired of it over time, so he wants to buy an iron pot.

(End of this chapter)