A doctor who travels through two eras

Chapter 32 Tea sold at a sky-high price

Lin Sanqi had been wandering in the grove for more than an hour and had almost gotten to know the situation.

In fact, there are all kinds of goods in the pigeon market, even a lot of the most precious food. Of course, it is mainly coarse grains, and many of them are sold by nearby farmers.

A basket of sweet potatoes, a small pile of potatoes, and a small bag of sorghum rice can all be sold.

It is not appropriate to say that it is selling, it should be said that it is mainly bartering. It turns out that you can't buy too many things with money in Pigeon Market. It seems that money is definitely not the No. 1 in this era, and various bills are YYDS.

Lin Sanqi has an idea of ​​the prices. Rice and flour are sold at 5 yuan per pound, and if they only accept cash, it will definitely be a flash sale.

5 yuan per pound of rice, this price is really shocking.

Ordinary readers simply cannot understand how terrible the polarization is when rice costs 5 yuan per pound in an era when the monthly salary is only or yuan.

In fact, there are many other things that are exaggerated, such as eggs.

Eggs can be purchased at supply and marketing cooperatives or agricultural and sideline product stores with coupons, at 42 cents per pound.

But there are almost no eggs in the market, even if there is a small supply.

The price of an egg has increased from 4 cents to 3 cents, and even 5 cents. And that's just one egg, not a pound.

It was not until 1963 that the situation recovered and black market prices began to slowly decline.

Of course, when ordinary people buy food, they definitely buy coarse grains. The rice and flour on the black market are for the rich.

Don’t think that there were no rich people in 59. In fact, there were still quite a lot of rich people, so there was no need to worry about no one buying.

Like the Lou family in "Love in the Courtyard", they can get dividends every year after the public-private partnership, and the Lou family has millions in cash on hand.

There were still many such old capitalists in 59, but it would take another few years for them to become truly paupers.

Seeing Lin Sanqi wandering in the woods and not looking like a policeman, many people in the black market felt relieved.

The middle-aged man who was chatting with Lin Sanqi about rice prices was probably idle, so he asked:
"Comrade, are you here to buy or sell something in this pigeon market?"

Lin Sanqi thought that he must give something away, so he patted the green envelope of the People's Liberation Army and said:
"I'm here to sell things, too. My family can't make ends meet, so I'm here to sell some tea."

"tea???"

"What kind of tea? Black tea or green tea?"

"What grade? Take it out and let us see it!"

As soon as Lin Sanqi finished speaking, a group of people gathered around him, looking at his backpack greedily.

Lin Sanqi swallowed his saliva. He didn't expect tea to be so popular in this era? Why do these people have green eyes?

Old Beijingers love drinking tea, especially jasmine tea.

Probably because the water quality in Peking was poor, most of the springs were bitter, and there was too little sweet water like that from Yuquan Mountain, so tea had to be used to cover up the bitterness.

However, due to natural disasters in the past two years, tea production has dropped dramatically.

Not to mention tea, even high-quality tea is not available, and the tea tickets are kept until they expire.

Ordinary poor families could still bear it, but the intellectuals, old capitalists, and Manchu loyalists couldn’t and were going crazy over tea.

When Lin Sanqi heard that tea was so popular, he was delighted.

The seller had to show off his goods, so he quickly took out a paper package from his front bag, opened it, and revealed the dark green tea leaves and light yellow jasmine flowers. The unique fragrance of green tea and jasmine flowers immediately emanated, making the onlookers drool.

"Good tea, absolutely good tea."

"Yes, even if this tea is not of special grade, it is at least of first grade."

"Yes, yes, it is very rare nowadays. Even Zhang Yiyuan can't buy jasmine tea of ​​such good quality."

"Baby~~~"

Lin Sanqi was secretly complaining in his heart, thinking that this tea was bought from a small supermarket, and a pound cost only a few dozen yuan. As for why it looks so good, maybe it was made with some kind of technology and hard work?

A middle-aged man couldn't help but ask first:
"Comrade, how do you sell this jasmine tea? Are you planning to exchange it for something?"

Lin Sanqi collected the tea leaves, put them in his hands, and said to the people around him:
"I don't exchange things, I only sell for money. Did you hear me? I only want RMB!"

The middle-aged man immediately responded, "Really? Just money? Great, comrade, I'll pay 10 yuan and the bag of tea will be mine."

Before Lin Sanqi could speak, someone nearby said:
"Hey, you are cheating me. You only give 10 yuan for such good tea? Go to the tea shop and ask. They charge more than 10 yuan for a pound of good tea. Comrade, I will give you 15 yuan. Sell it to me!"

"15 yuan, why don't you go and grab it? I'll give you 20 yuan!"

"I'm 25..."

Lin Sanqi was stunned when he heard this. As a student of New World University, he had been loyal to Fat House Happy Water all his life and had no love for tea. He could not realize the importance of tea to the tea lovers at all.

The price was still rising, and the onlookers spontaneously formed a small auction.

Until finally an old man made the final decision.

The old man was wearing a white silk coat and black bell-bottom trousers. He was either an old capitalist or a local rich man and had no shortage of money.

"All of you get out of here. I've bought this good tea. 50 yuan, and I'll give you 5 kilograms of food coupons. This is all I have. Whoever can afford a higher price, take it. If you can't, I'll take it!"

The scene was quiet.

I don’t know whether it was because the old man offered a sky-high price or because everyone was wary of his reputation, but no one else made a bid at the scene.

Seeing that no one was bidding, the old man smiled, clasped his fists towards everyone, and then handed the money and tickets in his hand to Lin Sanqi:

"Comrade, are you satisfied with this price?"

Lin Sanqi was already jumping for joy.

Satisfied, nothing could be more satisfying than this. A pound of tea in a small supermarket is sold at a sky-high price of 50 yuan, and there are 5 pounds of precious food coupons. What else can I not be satisfied with?

Lin Sanqi took the cash and food coupons, then handed the tea to the silk old man with both hands.

"Old man, take it!"

The old man opened the paper bag and smelled it. He was delighted: "Good, good, good tea. I haven't had such good jasmine tea in many years."

When the onlookers saw that the tea was sold, they sighed and left.

Lin Sanqi was also ready to go home happily. It was more than ten miles away and it would take another two hours to walk home.

Suddenly, the old silk man who was buying tea called Lin Sanqi...

(End of this chapter)