The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 30 Qian Jin is a trustworthy comrade

The news spread faster than the commune broadcast, and in the blink of an eye, the threshing ground was crowded like a toad pit.

The salty sea breeze, wrapped in the sour smell of sweat, penetrated people's nostrils. The members of the commune were gathered together more tightly than a haystack:

"What kind of tickets are you giving me?"

"Qian Jin is really amazing! Fourth uncle, you old coffin-filled uncle, you said that he would pack up and run away and never come back..."

"What can I do to make up for it? I still have some things at home..."

Not only tickets, but also money.

Qianjin took out 500 yuan for reissue.

There were only about a hundred households in the entire Hongxing Liujia Production Team, and less than half of them sold things to him at that time. He could give each family an additional ten to twenty yuan depending on the old items they brought out.

That's a lot of money.

After deducting the food rations from the work points earned by a strong laborer in the production team for a full month, if he had a few yuan left, it would be considered a good thing.

The members lined up in groups, and the men gathered together to smoke.

In the past, it took a lot of effort to light a cigarette when the sea breeze was strong, but now many of them have windproof lighters.

The copper lid opened with a hissing sound, and suddenly a purple-red flame shot out.

This became the top show-off capital among the men in the production team.

Liu Wangcai and Liu Youyu jointly issued the invoices for payment:
"Zhu Zi? Has Zhu Zi arrived?"

A man who was sitting on the ground knocking mud off the soles of his rubber shoes stood up hastily, twirling his shoes while raising his hand and shouting:
"Captain, here we come!"

Liu Wangcai waved: "Come and take a look. This is the property information of your family registered by Comrade Qian Jin. If there is no problem, please stamp it with your seal."

"I'll give you sixteen yuan in addition to fifty kilograms of fine grain coupons and two kilograms of oil coupons—you're planning to have a full-moon banquet for your son, aren't you? Is this enough?"

The man was ecstatic: "Enough, enough, enough. I saved some fine grains before."

"There's no need to look at it. Qian Jin can come back to pay for the ticket. What's there to doubt?"

He shouted to Qian Jin: "Come and enjoy my baby's full moon banquet in a couple of days. My wife rolls out the kuadai noodles, which are wider than the commune secretary's belt. They're delicious!"

Qian Jin smiled: "If I can catch up, I will definitely not miss it."

Banknotes and food coupons were issued.

How could the onlookers not be moved?
Some people immediately turned around and went home.

They no longer had any last bit of concern about Qian Jin.

With people coming and going, the scene is more lively than a big market.

A young boy saw the plastic bag with sugar leaking out on the table, dipped his blackened finger in the sugar, and put it in his mouth.

His mother slapped him and made him spin in circles: "Are you the reincarnation of a starving ghost?"

The child was crying loudly.

Qian Jin took out the candy.

He stopped crying and started laughing while blowing bubbles of snot.

The other children immediately gathered around, calling them uncle and grandpa so sweetly that it could cause diabetes.

From adults to children, no one in the Hongxing Liujia Production Team disliked him.

Qian Jin decided that after he exchanged his money for a bigger box, he would buy some flour, refined rice, lard, sesame oil and other supplies to support his fellow villagers.

He wasn't in it for the thrill of being a savior.

Instead, I want to develop a base for myself.

An elderly woman in a mandarin jacket took out a small bundle, opened it layer by layer, and found silver dollars inside.

The tooth marks on some silver coins are denser than the grass chewed by an old donkey.

The woman said, "Captain, did someone give you a fake silver dollar last time? Don't worry, Comrade Qian, these are definitely real ones!"

Qian Jin had already propped up the golden box again. He asked Liu Wangcai for a wooden box, and then performed the secret operation in the wooden box.

It’s not stored in a box, it’s just priced first.

The silver dollar was received and put into the gold box, and a little surprise came:
All six silver coins are genuine. One of them is called the "Triangular Yuan, Version O, Year Three of the Republic of China". It is quite valuable and can be sold for 3,000 yuan.

The others are ordinary items, similar to the genuine silver dollars from last time, with prices ranging from five hundred to twelve hundred.

Satisfied, he accepted the silver dollar and asked, "What do you want, sister-in-law?"

The woman said, "I tried brown sugar instead. My daughter is weak and often sees black. The doctor said she is anemic."

"They say brown sugar replenishes blood, so my husband and I need to give her some."

Qian Jin waved his hand: "Sister-in-law, brown sugar is not good at replenishing blood."

"If you trust me, wait until I come next time. I'll bring you some medicine. It's an iron supplement, much better than brown sugar!"

The woman readily agreed: "Your city leader is educated and knowledgeable. I can definitely trust you and will listen to you!"

Someone else asked, "Can I change my watch?"

Qian Jin saw that the coins sent were silver dollars and copper coins, so he asked, "Do you have any old-style coins at home?"

"For example, do you all remember the second set of banknotes issued after the founding of the People's Republic of China? There was a black ten-yuan note, a red five-yuan note, and a three-yuan note. Do you have any of these at home?"

This is a treasure he recently discovered while checking the value of banknotes in the mall.

Among them, the second edition of the black ten-yuan note is also called the big black ten. It is very valuable and can be sold for tens of thousands of yuan!
The Red Five and Three Yuan are also very valuable, and those with excellent appearance are worth tens of thousands of yuan.

A member of the commune nodded after hearing what he said: "Oh, you are talking about the three Soviet-made coins, right? Those three coins were made by Soviet revisionist machinery and were taken back by the state in the 1950s." Qian Jin hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, yes, that's them!"

"How could that be?" Everyone laughed. "We were just liberated in the 1950s, and we were all poor!"

A man said, "I've never seen the ten yuan you're talking about!"

"I've seen that three yuan note before," someone else said. "That was the biggest note in the family back then."

"Was it around the 1950s? The government said we couldn't use the money anymore and gave us a month to replace it."

"My family was in such a hurry to change it. How could we not? That was the biggest piece of money in the house at the time!"

After listening to the members' explanations, Qian Jin gave up.

It turns out that these RMB coins that will be valuable in the future were so rare in the 1970s.

Several members felt proud of having taught Qian Jin a lesson, and their voices became louder when they chatted afterwards.

Qian Jin was about to sort out the silver and copper coins honestly, but he heard Liu Youyu say with a smile:
"What nonsense! The black ten-yuan, red five-yuan, and big three-yuan notes are called Su San coins. How could they have been withdrawn in the 1950s?"

"Back in the 1950s, we still called the Soviet revisionists 'Big Brother.' It was in 1964 that we took it back. I remember it clearly. I was the accountant in our team that year!"

The few members who had just said a few proud words were embarrassed:
"Really?" "Is that so?" "Is it wrong?"

Qian Jin's heart was rekindled with hope: "Accountant Liu, can you find these three kinds of money?"

Liu Youyu said in embarrassment:
"I'm afraid it's difficult. To be honest, those members were right about one thing. Back then, this kind of money was rare, and ten yuan was even a rare large sum."

"I've been dealing with money every day for the past decade or so, but I've never seen any Su San coins in my team. I only occasionally hear that some family in a team has found some, and then the commune credit union has taken them back..."

Qian Jin understood.

This is a difficult matter, but not impossible.

He directly launched a satellite:
"Accountant Liu, if you can find Su Sanqian, I can get fine grain for the entire production team for the New Year!"

"Even if I can't find Su Sanqian, I can still find Da Hei Shi, and I can help the team get a TV ticket!"

This statement caused a great sensation.

Liu Wangcai stared and asked loudly: "Really? Seriously?"

Qian Jin said: "Absolutely!"

Liu Wangcai and Liu Youyu looked at each other and said in unison, "Let's do it!"

Then Liu Wangcai promised Qian Jin: "Before winter comes, I will definitely find all the money for Su San for you!"

"Then I'll ask someone to get me some fine grains, TV tickets, and plane tickets when I get back," Qian Jin promised. "But you have to make it clear to the members that these things are risky and we can't cause a stir."

"What does it mean to have a storm in the city?"

"Just don't make a scene so that everyone knows about it. Don't make a big fuss about it."

"Understood, no guns, enter the village quietly!"

Although he did not receive any surprises, Qian Jin still felt very rewarding during this visit to the Hongxing Liujia Production Team.

Met the blacksmith.

He completely won the trust of the entire production team.

I collected another batch of old items and sold them for more than 10,000 yuan.

In addition, the bicycle is heavy with a lot of things:
Liu Wangcai arranged for people to tie several patched bags to the back seat.

There are a lot of different things in it, including fresh peanuts, beans, kidney beans, eggplants, tomatoes and cucumbers.

Dried garlic, dried chili peppers, Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, as well as seafood such as salted fish, shrimp skin, dried shrimp, and crab paste.

The production team didn't have much surplus food those days, so they didn't give much food. For example, they only gave two or three pounds of peanuts, and only a few handfuls of vegetables.

There are more corn cobs.

People in the city now use stoves to cook, and corn cobs are a good material for ignition and are also a necessity.

Besides these, there were some unknown things in the money box, yellow and hard, like dried high-quality rubber:

"What's this?"

"Dried fish glue." Liu Wangcai said with a smile, "It's an old thing. My master gave it to me when I was learning shell carving."

"You keep sending goodies to our team. As the captain, I can't just accept them. Otherwise, I'll be like a blind Pixiu."

"But my team doesn't have anything good. I just heard that fish maw can cure hemorrhage and children's illnesses. I figured you have a lot of connections in the city and know a lot, so maybe it can be used, so I'll give it to you!"

Qian Jin said without hesitation: "I'll come again next week and get you two bottles of good wine!"

He got on his bike and was about to hit the road when he was stopped by a group of kids.

They carried mountain products such as wild dates, wild chestnuts and sour grapes in their clothes pockets.

The number is small, but it is a huge token of my heart.

Qian Jin also collected it and put it in the basket, which just happened to hide the cardboard with the gold plate in it.

He pedaled home with great speed.

As we were about to enter Taishan Road, several people with red armbands suddenly rushed out from our blind spot:
"Don't move!"

"Stop the car and squat!"

"Check the voting office!"

(End of this chapter)