The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 15 Overlord Smokes and Says Goodbye to Concubine Yu

Emergencies!

General mobilization meeting!

Qian Jin was so angry that his blood boiled.

Until Xu Weidong beside him wailed:
"Old Zhu has such a bad mouth! Damn it, he was just talking about going to the front this morning, and this afternoon he got a certificate of honor!"

Qian Jin reacted: "This mobilization meeting is to mobilize us to go to the countryside?"

exactly.

The smelly commandos returned to the neighborhood committee space, the enamel pots on their backs clanging against their tools.

Zhang Hongbo told them the mobilization information he had just received:

At noon, a typhoon passed through Taiwan and headed straight for the mainland.

This is the time when most areas of Haibin City harvest corn.

Corn is most afraid of typhoons. Once it is blown to the ground, it will be troublesome to clean up.

In addition, corn is prone to mold after being wetted by heavy rain.

Therefore, personnel were dispatched from the county to the city to support the production team's autumn harvest work.

Not only their labor assault team will set out, but also the militia teams and outstanding workers from various government agencies, factories, mines, schools, etc. will set out.

That concludes the afternoon's work.

Report to the District Agriculture and Industry Bureau for distribution tomorrow morning.

Qian Jin had no experience in sudden labor in the countryside, so he asked Xu Weidong how many days he would be gone and how much he needed to prepare.

Xu Weidong said nonchalantly, "I can't go for two or three days. The autumn harvest is quick, but it's tiring."

"Please prepare some wine and meat. The production team will treat us to a meal. We can't eat for free. We need to contribute some rare supplies!"

"Besides, these supplies might even be exchanged for some unexpected surprises..."

Qian Jin said he understood.

He went home first, took out the gold box and the purchase and sales certificate and started purchasing supplies.

Due to the size of the box, he could only buy Erguotou's Xiaobian Er.

This stuff is cheap, a pack of 40 bottles is only 60 yuan.

But he can only buy it in two bottles, so the price is a bit higher, which is more than two yuan per bottle.

Buy the liquor and then the meat.

There was plenty of wine and meat, and he thought about it and bought various bagged condiments and peppers to go with the meal.

During this period, he also bought some juice powder, which can quench thirst and replenish vitamin C and salt.

In addition, there are other small items suitable for the needs of life in today's era, medicines for bruises, colds and fevers, etc.

In short, two large bags of supplies were prepared for going to the countryside.

This time he wanted to see if he could get a big deal, spending a total of more than 500 yuan.

Compared to 1977, food in 2027 is excessively abundant and surprisingly cheap.

He also had to buy some gifts.

After spending more than a hundred yuan while considering it, he looked at his account and saw that there was not much money left.

This amount of savings is too little, he has to continue to earn money.

So he took the gift and went out to Jiang Meilan's house where he had been when he distributed the candy pills in the morning.

It's approaching evening.

The sky was gloomy and it started to rain again.

Qian Jin stepped on the fallen sycamore leaves stuck to the soles of his rubber shoes and prepared to enter the building.

As a result, when he lowered his head, raindrops dripped onto his neck from the eaves, causing him to shrink his shoulders.

It was Jiang Meilan who opened the door for him.

"You are money, money..." Her stuck look reminded Qian Jin of a cassette radio.

"Qian Jin." Qian Jin smiled.

Jiang Meilan saw the net bag in his hand and smiled: "Yes, yes, Comrade Qian Jin, what are you doing?"

Qian Jin said, "Sister-in-law, I saw you just gave birth this morning and thought you needed some supplements."

"I happen to have some gifts at home from my friends when I returned to the city—homemade donkey-hide gelatin cakes, pastries that replenish qi and blood. This is your friend of women, especially suitable for lesbians."

No matter whether donkey-hide gelatin works or not, it has always ranked high among women's supplements since ancient times.

How can ordinary people get donkey-hide gelatin at home?

Although the so-called donkey-hide gelatin cakes that Qian Jin bought may not be related to donkey-hide gelatin, they are filled with either sesame seeds or walnut kernels, which are high-end gifts that ordinary people cannot afford in this year.

Jiang Meilan's opinion of him immediately flew out of her mind, and her face was full of surprise and smile:

"Ah? Ah? Ah? This is such a precious thing, how can it fit?"

Qian Jin handed it to her: "Why is it inappropriate? Sister-in-law, you need it. Things are appropriate to give to those who need them."

Jiang Meilan took the net bag, quickly invited Qian Jin in, sat him down and poured him some water.

Jiang Meilan's father, Lao Jiang, was squatting on the ground rolling a cigarette.

Qian Jin habitually looked at his matchboxes. There were spark patterns and Forever bicycles printed on them. There were too many of them and they were not worth much.

Lao Jiang gave him a seat and took away some photos and papers on the coffee table.

He explained: "I used to work in a coal mine. A few years ago, my back and legs started to weaken, so I asked my son-in-law, who had just returned to the city, to take over my job."

"Recently, the Revolutionary Committee at the mine is trying to collect evidence of the crimes of the exploiting class in the old society. We old guys have to come and do this. I'm currently collecting and preparing this evidence." Qian Jin nodded and said, "Oh, my eldest brother is at the mine."

"I happen to have some pretty good plasters over there, which are most suitable for manual laborers. I'll bring a few packs for my brother next time I come."

Lao Jiang and Jiang Meilan kept saying "how can this be so embarrassing".

The atmosphere was set at this point. When Lao Jiang asked him what he was doing there, Qian Jin got straight to the point:
"I have a friend who is an educated youth who likes calendar posters. I have always wanted to give him a gift but I don't have anything suitable."

"Today I learned that you have some stock here, so I wanted to come and ask if I could buy some. The price is negotiable."

When Lao Jiang heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Jiang Meilan didn't accept the gift for nothing and immediately said, "Dad, go get those calendars."

Lao Jiang had no choice but to drag his broken leg to get a box.

Inside the box are some calendars, ranging from the 1960s to this year.

Qian Jin said politely, "My friend has collected all of these. He also collected some calendar posters from the old times."

Hearing this, Lao Jiang's face turned bitter.

He asked, "Where is your friend from?"

"The educated youth from Shanghai." Qian Jin said.

Lao Jiang said, "No wonder, no wonder. I think only people in the Yangtze River Delta are still interested in calendar posters."

"I also went to Shanghai when I was young and lived there for some years..."

He talked about his youth when he was working in Huangpu Beach, but never mentioned the calendar posters.

Jiang Meilan was still straightforward and decisive. Qian Jin was right to follow her path:

"Dad, let's think about whether we can go to the grain store next month to exchange for more fine grains. Forget about the cream cakes you saw in Shanghai before, we can't eat them anymore."

"With your grandson, our expenses have increased. If you can exchange those calendars in your room for something, you should do so."

Lao Jiang sighed and reluctantly took out a roll of drawing paper.

When I opened the drawing paper, I saw that it was less than half a meter long and thirty centimeters wide, and it was quite large.

He said, "This is Xie Zhiguang's Farewell My Concubine. Do you know Xie Zhiguang?"

Qian Jin looked at the portrait and shook his head.

There is a calendar circle around the paper and a picture in the middle.

The colors used in the painting are strong and bold.

In the antique-style room, the King of Chu sat on a tiger-head chair, a cigarette in his mouth, watching Yu Ji, who was wearing armor and holding two swords, perform a striptease.

It says 'Meili Brand Cigarettes' below.

Lao Jiang said, "Not many people know Xie Zhiguang now, but before liberation in Huangpu Beach, he was a well-known eccentric in the painting world."

"What do you think of this calendar? Your friend doesn't have it, does he?"

"Only 1,000 copies of this calendar were printed at the time, and I got it through a favor. I'm afraid there aren't many left now."

Qian Jin saw that this calendar card was indeed quite good, and since Lao Jiang had no intention of taking out any other calendar cards, he decided to give up.

"Okay, then uncle, how much do you want to sell it for?"

Lao Jiang shook his head and said, "How dare I ask for money? Reselling printed materials is a serious crime. If someone finds out, we'll both be thrown into the streets!"

"I need something. Didn't you say you had some plasters? How many are there?"

Qian Jin thought for a moment and said, "About ten, all of which I saved up."

"If you need a lot, I can ask someone to bring some from Guangzhou. They produce a lot of it there."

Plasters are a commodity that can be purchased casually because they are small and thin and can be bought in packages.

Lao Jiang was an honest man. He said, "You brought all these things with you when you came. I won't ask you for more plasters. Just give me the ten you have."

Qian Jin agreed.

He stuffed the calendar into the educated youth's bag and went home, then bought some tiger bone plaster for one yuan and burned the packaging.

Just then, Sixiao came back, and he arranged for Liu Eryi to send it to the Jiang family.

Next, Sanxiao continued to work.

They had to peel the wrapping paper off wine bottles and canned meat.

In the afternoon, the four of them mainly went to pick up sparks, and only peeled off more than 20 wine labels because all the wine bottles that had not been sent away from the purchasing station had been peeled off.

Compared to the amount Sparks picked up in the morning, it wasn’t that many, only eighty-two.

The main reason was that Qian Jin didn't allow them to pick up the sparks that only had the word "matches" written on them, but this type of sparks was the most common.

The sparklers picked up this time did not have the big "Five-Colored Flag" label from the morning. The most valuable of the 150 pieces was the "Long Live the General Line" sparkler produced by the China Safety Match Factory, which cost yuan.

The eighty-two sparks sold for a total of 1,100 yuan, an average of more than ten yuan per ticket.

The few cigarette labels that were available were either not accepted by the mall or were worthless, and together with the Sparks, they sold for less than 1,200 yuan.

Qian Jin placed his hopes on the calendar posters.

Facts have proved that it is reliable to target the problem.

He folded "Farewell My Concubine" and put it in the gold box. After putting it on the shelf, he read the message:
Calendar poster, 1935, Xie Zhiguang edition of "Farewell My Concubine", 52 cm x 28 cm (with creases, 4000% condition) - yuan.

This price is great!

Qian Jin sold it immediately.

The account funds immediately rushed to 7,000 yuan!
This is definitely going to be the ten thousand yuan household!

(End of this chapter)