Age: My Small World

Chapter 23 Movement
When he came back, Yang Jun had a fish in his hand.

He estimated in advance that the fish might weigh more than ten kilograms.

The big fish, which was seventy centimeters long and thicker than an arm, attracted a lot of attention when it was carried into the market.

Yang Jun frowned instantly. It seemed that he had to think of other ways to sell it next time, otherwise it would be too conspicuous.

It will be even worse when the production teams are implemented. That will be considered as digging into the country's territory. At that time, many businesses will gradually move into secret operations and become a complete black market.

When he came over, the middle-aged stall owner had already prepared the scale.

"Wow, this fish is good."

Seeing how big the fish was, he couldn't help but nod happily.

"I've weighed it."

He lifted the fish on the scale.

Today's scales are all old wooden scales. The scales are marked on the wood, and with the presence of weights, they constitute a standard scale. This thing has been used for decades, but fewer and fewer people can understand it.

"It's ten catties and five ounces in total. How about sixty cents per catty?"

As the middle-aged man spoke, he put the scale in front of Yang Jun. The scale was level, for fear that he would think there was a shortfall. This was a common business practice.

If someone buys something, the scale has to be tilted up to indicate that the weight is high and the quantity is substantial.

"That's the price from the supply and marketing cooperative, right? I have no objection."

The price at the supply and marketing cooperative is about 70 cents. Of course, this is for buying fish. As for purchasing the fish, it is mostly around 40 or 50 cents. It is very fair for the stall owner to give 60 cents. Whether you cook it yourself or sell it to others, you can make some profit, but not much.

The two reached an agreement, and the rest was easy.

The fish was given to the stall owner and thrown into a bucket beside him. He took out a stack of money, counted it again and again, and handed over six yuan and thirty cents.

"Hey boy, next time if you have another big fish like this, give it to me. The price is the same."

After making a deal, my attitude in middle age improved.

Yang Jun shook his head, making the stall owner think that he was unwilling.

Finally, Yang Jun said, "This is too conspicuous. Next time, if there are more, we can find a side alley to weigh them."

The middle-aged man looked at him in surprise: "I didn't expect that a young man like you is so cautious."

"Brother, there are production teams everywhere now. From now on, no matter what's on the mountain or in the water, it all belongs to the production team. If you take it out and sell it yourself, it will definitely not work. It's always better to be careful."

In other words, the east wind has not yet reached here, otherwise a small market like this would be destroyed in a few seconds.

The man frowned: "Little brother, do you mean that it will be difficult to do business in the future?"

"Who knows? Anyway, if there's a chance to continue buying and selling in the future, try to keep it secret."

It's rare to find a stall owner like this who doesn't cheat people. Yang Jun really doesn't want anything to happen to him.

He continued:

"Can you buy anything else here?"

Hearing that Yang Jun seemed to want to buy something, the man came back to his senses and asked without thinking too much, "What do you want? I have a lot of things here, maybe there is something you want."

"Do you have a pot? It would be best if you have bowls and chopsticks, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, etc. I can also have some."

"Wow? What you want is quite diverse." The stall owner smiled.

"Luckily you found me, otherwise you wouldn't be able to buy everything at once on this street. Plus, if you don't have a ticket, the gas is a bit more expensive, and it's only available by the pound."

"That's no problem. The price is under six yuan. Give me some. A pot, five bowls, two kilograms of salt, sauce, vinegar, and one kilogram of oil."

"Let me make it clear first, I only have soybean oil here, not suet."

“Soybean oil will do.”

"Wait a moment, I'll get it for you."

"Brother Wang, please help me take a look at the stall." He said to the person next to him.

"Go ahead, Daqiang, I'll help you watch it." Yang Jun didn't have to wait long. In just ten minutes, the stall owner named Daqiang came back.

"The pot is one dollar, five bowls are fifty cents, oil is thirty cents a pound, soy sauce is ten cents, a total of twenty-two cents, salt is twelve cents, a total of twenty-four cents, vinegar is eight cents a pound, a total of sixteen cents, and bottles are five cents each, so I'll give you fifteen cents, so the total is two dollars and fifty-seven cents."

"Brother, you really can get oil. If you have any left, leave some for me."

The man shook his head and smiled bitterly, "There's nothing I can do about it. I managed to get this little bit of oil with great difficulty. It's really not much."

The supply of oil was indeed limited, and Yang Jun did not force it.

He took out the still warm money again, and after the stall owner gave him the change, he only had a little over three yuan left.

The pot is not a real iron pot, but a casserole, otherwise it would not be worth the money.

The bowls are all made of ceramic, and they look okay.

Yang Jun took them all at once and left quickly.

Brother Qiang looked at his back and suddenly remembered what he had said before.

"The wind direction is really unusual right now. How about hiding?"

Yang Jun didn't know that the stall owner had hidden thoughts because of his words. At this moment, he stopped at a corner.

I have already found a place where no one is around and quietly put the things in my hand into the space. It feels quite relaxing.

The reason he stopped was that he suddenly felt an inexplicable attraction.

He glanced around and then landed on a small stall not far away, where some messy things were placed, which looked like a junk stall.

"Old man, what are you selling?"

Yang Jun pretended to be curious and squatted down to watch.

The things on the stalls included broken porcelain pieces and calligraphy and paintings with nice brushstrokes, but they were a bit too dirty.

These were not his targets. His attention inadvertently fell on a broken piece of jade.

The stall owner was an old man with a thick white beard. His clothes were tattered, but the materials were of extraordinary quality. He just sat there leaning against the wall, smoking a pipe.

"Just tell me what you want. I won't sell it to you at a high price."

The old man took a glance and easily saw through his intentions.

Yang Jun was not embarrassed at all. He reached out and took the broken jade. "How much is this?"

"piece."

"One piece?!" Yang Jun's eyes widened. Does this old man think I'm easy to fool?
"That's mutton-fat jade. Even though it's broken, it's still top-grade. Someone knowledgeable about it could carve a jade bead out of it."

Exhaling a puff of smoke, the old man sighed and said, "If the world hadn't changed, this jade wouldn't have become like this."

The broken jade is only as big as the tip of the little finger, but it does look good.

Yang Jun felt the touch of the small world, and finally gritted his teeth and took out a dollar.

"Here, I want it."

"Take it yourself." After the money passed to the old man and verified its authenticity, he didn't care and tapped his pipe.

"Thanks, old man."

"You're welcome. Since ancient times, money is exchanged for goods."

The old man speaks quite well.

"By the way, do you have any more jade like this?"

"No, everything is here."

Yang Jun stood up with some regret after hearing this.

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(End of this chapter)