Back to 1979: Sending the Educated Youth’s Wife Back to the City

Chapter 65 Lin Yan is upset
Lin Yan was stunned for a moment, then exhaled, "If the probability of losing things is too high, the post office will not be able to continue, right?"

"Yes. I just said that it was an individual crime. The train can't go very far, they have to jump off and return. So, not much is lost each time. Moreover, if it happens too often, the police will also ambush at the relevant sections of the road to catch people. As long as you are not particularly unlucky, if you lose two out of three times, you should be able to make some money. But that is smuggled goods, so you can't sell it openly."

Fang Mingche also thought about reselling electronic watches, but he gave up based on the above two reasons.

They are now setting up tea stalls but they don't pay taxes. I guess the tax bureau doesn't even have enough staff.

During those ten years, many institutions could not function normally. However, things will get better gradually.

But the returned educated youths setting up big bowl tea stalls were considered to be a legitimate act. So they could openly set up stalls, even in Tiananmen Square.

Lin Yan heard that there was a risk of losing the goods on the road, and since they were smuggled goods, she had to sell them secretly. So she had to give up the idea.

The two of them were setting up a stall here, and it would be fine if they could sell some of the goods on the stall. But if they had to send one person out to fight guerrilla warfare, they wouldn't have enough manpower.

Thinking of this, Lin Yan smiled embarrassedly, "Am I too greedy? Our income is so high now."

"No! If it weren't for those two reasons, I would have done it without waiting for you to tell me. I also want to save money to buy a house."

Fang Mingche not only wanted to buy a house, he also wanted to buy a Shanghai brand car. 25,000 yuan a car!
Moreover, the government did not allow private individuals to buy cars until 86. Even if you buy one now, you can only register it under the name of your work unit or company.

In this era, houses and cars seem to be cheaper than in later generations. But even if you take away all the purchase restrictions, it is still very difficult to own a house and a car.

They are really high-income earners, but it's not easy! As for those with so-called iron rice bowls and fixed salaries, they simply can't afford it.

With a monthly income of only a few dozen yuan and a family to support, how can one dare to think about buying a house or a car?

As for Ah Yan saying that she is greedy, she is not after food or clothes? She just likes to see the number on her bankbook increase, preferably an integer. Only then will she feel at ease and safe. What kind of greed is this?

Lin Yan was stunned when she heard Fang Mingche say he wanted to buy a house.

She had lived in the house her parents had allocated to her since she was a child. She went to the countryside to become a private teacher in a village primary school, and she was also prepared to wait with Fang Mingche for the school to allocate houses one day.

However, the town primary school has not built teachers' dormitories, let alone their village primary school.

Thinking of this, Lin Yan had a deep feeling: she was no longer a person with a unit!
No employer reimbursed her medical expenses in proportion to her hospitalization, and no employer would allocate her a house. When she got old and could no longer work, she could not receive a pension like her mother...

Although my mother always complained that she lost 10.8 yuan a month, she still had 40.2 yuan to receive monthly.

Being self-employed does make one feel a little insecure.

Fang Mingche asked what she was thinking, "It's good to have a company to rely on. But Old Cheng and his friends only get a fixed salary of 36 yuan a month. Even Brother Song and his friends can get commissions if they sell more, but the commission rate is very low. He is very happy this month, but he can't even get yuan."

Lin Yan thought about it and nodded. Yes, how can a sugar cane be sweet at both ends? People can't have both, that would be really greedy.

Having come to this point, Fang Mingche told him about asking Lao Cui to go to the black market to get bicycle tickets and radio tickets this morning.

The bicycle ticket costs 50 yuan, and the radio ticket costs 20 yuan. The two items themselves cost another three or four hundred yuan.

Only self-employed individuals with stable income dare to buy.

Lin Yan looked at her father's 28-inch bicycle and said, "I can still ride my dad's bicycle. Let's just buy a radio."

"You ride it seven days a week, what will your dad do when he needs it? We are not short of money now, so let's return the bike to your dad."

Lin Yan thought that since they had such a high income, they shouldn’t feel comfortable using her father’s car.

Fang Mingche continued, "Remember to give the old man the Moutai when you return the car. Lao Cui has already helped buy it, and he will pick it up this afternoon." Well, it's the ordinary Moutai sold outside, the market price is more than ten yuan a bottle. The black market will cost a few more yuan.

He would definitely put away the two bottles of military supplies and open them when he no longer cared about the price.

Lin Yan nodded, and her mother had nothing to say. Her father actually liked Moutai very much, but he certainly couldn't bear to buy it for himself. It was too expensive to buy a bottle with half a month's salary!
Moreover, when her father learned that they bought a bottle for her uncle that day, his expression changed slightly.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to buy an extra bottle. But the black market doesn’t have unlimited supply, and sometimes it runs out of stock. Last time I only bought one bottle, so I gave it to my uncle.

When she takes it back today, she will open the bottle at lightning speed and pour half a cup for her father to taste first.

During dinner, Lin Yan got the Moutai liquor and walked back happily holding it.

Yanyan hugged her father's neck and made a wish to him, "I will buy wine for you in the future."

Fang Mingche smiled and nodded, "Dad is waiting. Oh, by the way, the two bottles I locked in the cabinet, don't touch them. I'll keep them for the useful ones."

Lin Yan asked: "Two bottles of wine?"

"Ah."

After returning, Fang Mingche opened the locked cabinet and showed it to them. He locked it because he was afraid that Yanyan would accidentally kick it over and break it while playing.

“Why is the packaging a little different?”

"This is Maotai for military supply, specially supplied to the military commanders."

Lin Yan was shocked and said, "The military commander actually sold the wine on the black market?"

"No, Lao Wang gave it to me."

Fang Mingche sent Yanyan out to play and told her what happened last night.

Lin Yan's chest rose and fell violently.

Fang Mingche knew she was angry. How many times in a lifetime can a person get the chance to be praised by the official media?
"It's not the right time for me to be too ostentatious. What if someone wants to dig deeper? Besides, we still need to rely on the cooperative's stall. Besides, they pay a lot of money."

Lin Yan also knew that this was the right choice rationally, but this was clearly Mingche's credit.

"We have to be most affordable!"

Lin Yan was no stranger to experience things, and in the end she rationally accepted the reality.

She looked at the clock. The time Mingche and Wang Dexian had agreed to study English was approaching.

She chose to ignore it and not be upset. She didn't say anything, because Mingche would be more unwilling than she was.

Humph, Mingche is so busy every day that he can only squeeze out time to review. He also has to tutor this guy in English so that he can act more convincingly.

"I'm going back."

Fang Mingche saw that she had left the Maotai behind, so he ran after her with the bottle in his arms, "Wine—"

Lin Yan hung herself on the handlebars. To prevent her from falling or getting hit, she wrapped herself in the blanket that Yan Yan used for her nap.

(End of this chapter)