A doctor who travels through two eras

Chapter 53 Scratching a Mercedes
Lin Musen chatted a lot with his son and daughter, while Wang Wenjuan sat there and listened happily.

This is a very traditional Dongguan woman, who is virtuous, family-oriented and non-meddlesome. She has experienced life and death difficulties, so she has a more open-minded personality.

She was happy that her family earned 500 million, but that was all.

But seeing the family happy, especially her son no longer looking sad as he did a few days ago because of dropping out of school and breaking up, she felt extremely satisfied.

In the afternoon, the family went shopping happily in the mall.

Old Lin fulfilled his promise and bought an Apple mobile phone for each family member and an extra Apple laptop for his daughter, which made Lin Bingqiao very happy.

The Lin family went straight to a restaurant for dinner. They were no longer as frugal as before and chose a high-end seafood restaurant, ordering lobster and abalone.

They were really happy eating, but when they paid the bill, the 8000 yuan meal still broke the Lin family's defense, and they were so distressed that their livers were trembling...

The next day, Lin Sanqi rode his family's electric tricycle and began to purchase supplies for 1959.

This time he plans to stock up on rice, flour, rice noodles, soybeans, peanuts, eggs, cooking oil, brown sugar, white sugar, canned fruit, canned meat, and other food.
Although these ingredients are not of high value, they were absolutely treasures in 1959.

What if you have boxes of gold under your bed? It's not as good as boxes of corn kernels.

Gold really doesn't have much purchasing power at critical moments.

It is only 59, the first year of the natural disaster. Everyone is starving, but many people are hoping for the best, thinking that next year will be a good year with good weather and good harvests.

So old men like Fu Zuo would rather use cash than exchange gold for things.

But by 60 and 61, the harvest was getting worse and worse, and food was becoming less and less. People were starving to death.

It was only at this time that everyone realized that food is more important than anything else.

Then they started digging at the bottom of the boxes, taking out all kinds of gold and antiques to exchange for food. But by that time gold was no longer valuable, and under the strong control of the relevant departments, gold had lost its monetary function.

During peaceful times, you could exchange a small yellow croaker for 30 to 40 silver dollars, and one silver dollar could buy 30 kilograms of rice.

But in times of famine, a small yellow croaker might only be exchanged for a bag of coarse grains, and a gold ring might be exchanged for two steamed buns.

Don't change? If you don't change, you will starve to death.

You said that the painting in my hand is "Fuchun Mountain Dwelling", can I exchange it for 100 kilograms of corn flour? They will slap you in the face and keep your calligraphy and painting as firewood.

In a disaster year, food is everything. (The movie "1942" is full of such tragedies)

Lin Sanqi drove an electric car to a wholesale market on the outskirts of Pingle Village. In addition to various grains, oils, rice and noodles, there are also various non-staple food products, fruits and seafood wholesale.

It is one of the largest wholesale markets in Huadu City and is also a village-level asset of Pingle Village.

After the Dragon Boat Festival, Huadu has entered a hot weather mode. Wearing a straw hat, Lin Sanqi came to a familiar wholesale department, where the Lin family usually wholesales their rice.

"Uncle Zhao, are you busy?"

When Zhao Youde saw Lin Sanqi, he knew that business had come to him, and replied with a smile:

"No hurry, no hurry, Qizi, are you here to wholesale rice?"

Lin Sanqi took a look around and was moved by the mountains of food. These were the lifeblood of the common people.

"Uncle Zhao, I want to buy a lot of rice and flour this time, 20 tons of rice, 20 tons of flour, and also several tons of grains, such as peanuts, soybeans, mung beans, millet, etc." Zhao Youde was shocked when he heard this:
"Wow, Qizi, your rice shop is doing so well. You must be rich. Don't worry, Uncle Zhao has as much food as you want, and the price is guaranteed to be favorable."

Lin Sanqi thought: It’s good to have a rice shop at home, it won’t arouse anyone’s suspicion.

"Uncle Zhao, what about the price?"

"Nao, your mother used to buy this kind of Northeast rice the most. It's crystal clear and tastes good. Uncle Zhao will give you 1 yuan. The flour is a little more expensive. This is Yongcheng flour, which has the best sales. Uncle will give you 2 yuan."

As partners for many years, Lin Sanqi knew that the price should not be too high.

In fact, he could also buy the cheapest rice and flour, even moldy ones were fine. In 59, people were no longer picky about anything, as long as they had something to eat.

But Lin Sanqi has a little obsessive-compulsive disorder. Since he is going to trade it, he must choose it well. He can't be called a black-hearted person behind his back, right?

The two parties agreed on the price and Lin Sanqi transferred the money.

So much food would require a large truck, so Lin Sanqi borrowed a clean sack and put it on his back, then began to load the food onto the truck.

It was already very hot in Dongguan Province at the end of June. It might not have been that long, but Lin Sanqi's body was soaked by water, his hair was sticking to his forehead, and he looked as miserable as he could be.

Anyone who saw him could see that he was a migrant worker at a construction site, a poor kid.

He put the last few bags of miscellaneous grains and Panax notoginseng on his cargo tricycle and prepared to go back.

Thinking that so much grain could be exchanged for various precious medicinal materials in 59, Lin Sanqi felt very happy and did not feel bitter at all.

"Let's go, Uncle Zhao!"

"Okay, welcome to take care of Uncle Zhao's business again, hehe."

The two were still saying goodbye when they saw a Mercedes-Benz G-Class driving towards them at a very fast speed.

It's a wholesale market, with shops lined up in rows, electric cars and small trucks parked in front of the shops, and people coming and going, so the roads are not very smooth.

Everyone else was driving carefully, but the Mercedes-Benz G-Class was driving as fast as if it were reborn. As expected, an accident happened.

The rear end of Lin Sanqi's tricycle was facing outwards, and then with a "click", the tricycle collided with the Mercedes-Benz, the paint on the two doors was scraped off, and there was a deep mark.

This small incident attracted a lot of people's attention, but no one took it seriously. After all, there are many collisions and collisions in the wholesale market every day, and most people settle the matter privately without paying for insurance.

Lin Sanqi was not panicked. He was parked anyway, so if there was any responsibility, it was the other party's responsibility.

As a result, when Lin Sanqi saw a big gold chain coming out of the car, he knew that things might be a little troublesome. Usually, gangsters like these who wear flowered shirts, big gold chains, and have a green dragon and a white tiger on their left will not listen to reason.

Sure enough, when the big gold chain saw that his car door was scratched, his face turned green:

"Fuck, are you blind? This is a new car, a Mercedes-Benz, do you know how expensive this car is?"

Lin Sanqi wiped the saliva off his face and said calmly:

"I know about Mercedes-Benz, and I also know that you hit me, not me hitting you..."

(End of this chapter)