The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 59: Income received, large-scale purchases

The autumn sun shines through the lime walls of the police station compound.

Zhang Aijun staggered out of the interrogation room, grabbed Qian Jin's hand, and suddenly knelt down: "You saved my life!"

Qian Jin tried to help him but couldn't move him up, so he had to say, "Don't kneel!"

"Even a great leader wouldn't allow his people to kneel before him. How could I, a small and insignificant person, allow his soldiers to kneel before me?"

Zhang Aijun stood up and said with a tearful face, "Leader, I have something to ask of you."

"You are from the city, can you take me into the city?"

"I have plenty of strength. You can ask me to carry heavy bags at the dock or do anything else. I can't stay in my production team any longer!"

This is true.

Qian Jin estimated that he would not be able to stay in the commune in the future.

The Liu family already knew about what he had done with the sheep, and soon the whole commune would know about it.

He said, "Okay, I'll take you into the city and see if I can find you a job on the streets."

Zhang Aijun nodded vigorously with excitement.

The matter was resolved relatively satisfactorily.

Gao Ming scolded the old shepherd and threatened to detain him for two days.

It turned out that the old shepherd was indeed sick, his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground in fright...

Qian Jin didn't want to get involved in this mess, so he quickly asked Zhang Aijun to take the sheep and leave.

He walked behind and took a look.

This sheep...

It was red, swollen, large and wet.

He bowed his head and said "Amitabha".

Back at the Hongxing Liujia Production Team, the children were again yelling for "Sweet Commander" to lead the way.

After hearing this, Liu Wangcai walked out with a smile: Haha.

He laughed when he saw Zhang Aijun and the ewe.

With a glance, Qian Jin was taken away. The old captain lowered his voice and asked, "What does this mean? Why are you with him?"

Qian Jin thought about it on the way: "I always go to the countryside and always carry supplies and goods. It's inevitable that I will be targeted on the road."

"This boy Dajun is good at fighting. I will take him with me as a bodyguard. He can keep me safe when the time comes."

The old captain smacked his lips. "That's true, but what I'm asking is, he, he raped a sheep, so the police station won't punish him anymore?"

Qian Jin said, "Hey, that was the old shepherd from Maotoudu who was talking nonsense. Now the Gao police want to punish him!"

He told the whole story in detail.

Finally, the old captain nodded and said, "I see, Xiao Qian, you are really righteous."

Qian Jin said, "You are being righteous."

"Last time you went to the voting office, did the commune give you any trouble?"

No one in the production team mentioned this matter, and Qian Jin didn't think about the consequences.

Liu Wangcai smiled as he smoked a cigarette: "What trouble are you looking for? You just came to me to ask about the situation. Don't overthink it, there's nothing wrong."

Qian Jin was very touched: "I won't say thank you anymore. I'll leave later tonight, let's kill a sheep and eat it!"

Drink mutton soup in autumn.

Beautiful!
Liu Wangcai quickly waved his hand: "Kill the pigs, not the sheep."

Then he slowly explained, "Captain Luan and the old shepherd are not without reason to worry."

"Given the situation at the time, we couldn't just listen to them, nor could we just listen to Zhang Aijun, right?"

"Forget about this sheep. Our team is not lucky enough to enjoy it."

Qian Jin thought they were just imagining things in vain.

But think about it carefully.

It’s better to give this sheep to someone else to eat. Find someone to exchange it for another sheep.

He was not worried that Zhang Aijun was lying, mainly because he thought ewes were not tasty, only goats were tasty.

Qian Jin counted out ten pounds of sugar and one hundred pairs of gloves and asked Liu Wangcai to arrange for someone to deliver them to Maojiadu.

Liu Wangcai and other officials were outraged: "An old ewe in exchange for so many good things?"

"I'll deliver it myself!"

When the old captain came back, Qian Jin understood why he had to lead the army in person.

The old captain carried back a big bag of crabs!
When he returned to the production team, he took a quick look and asked, "Why haven't they slaughtered any pigs yet?"

Qian Jin waved his hand: "There's no rush to kill the pig."

"I've been to the pig pen and they're all half-grown pigs, not even 200 kilograms. What a shame to kill them?"

"I'm going to put on some weight in the fall, at least I'll be 250 pounds!"

Thanks to Zhang Aijun, Qian Jin was able to set off early.

Zhang Aijun doesn't have a bicycle, so he relies entirely on bus No. 11.

Pushing the cart is tiring.

Because he couldn't stay in the production team for meals, Liu Wangcai prepared two bags of food for him.

Peanuts, sweet potatoes, various vegetables, as well as small seafood collected by his wife and daughter-in-law from going to the sea, and of course the crabs stolen from Maotou Ferry.

Qian Jin has seen it.

All the crabs have fat lids and are as big as his palm. In 27 years, one crab can be sold for two hundred yuan!
If we sell these crabs at the mall and buy labor protection gloves, they will be enough for all the members of the Liu family to use for several years.

On his way back he went to the blacksmith shop again.

Before leaving in the morning, he asked Huang Laotie to make two glove molds for him. This takes time and they had just been produced.

Qian Jin looked at the two glove molds with great satisfaction.

He bought rubber blocks in the mall in advance, heated the mold and put them directly into the mold to melt. The brand new mold was immediately stained with rubber.

Everything is ready.

Huang Laotie wiped his hands and asked with a smile: "How is it?"

Qian Jin nodded: "Very good."

He waved to Zhang Aijun: "Bring the bag from the trailer over here."

In the bag were the pure copper boat nails he had just obtained that morning: "Brother Huang, keep these and see if you can make something with them."

Huang Laotie picked up the copper nail, which was as thick as his thumb, and looked at it.

The Soviet Russian letters on it made him sigh: "Old Russian stuff? This is real copper. I'll make you a decent one later."

"Make a belt buckle for the leader. A pure copper belt buckle with a tiger head. It will look handsome as a belt and can be used as a weapon to hit people!" Cai Laoliu suggested.

Huang Laotie agreed: "It's a good idea." Qian Jin wanted to refuse.

It's not like he can use his belt as a weapon.

But when he looked back at Zhang Aijun, he changed his mind.

This is a connoisseur!
Zhang Aijun went out.

Huang Laotie and Lao Gou both squinted their noses and rubbed their eyes at Qian Jin: "Is the Maotoudu incident true? He fucked a ewe until it bled?"

Qian Jin was shocked.

Are these blacksmiths spies? They're so well-informed!

Qian Jin ran away quickly.

Pushing the cart and leading the sheep, even if the two set out early in the morning, it would still be evening when they returned to Taishan Road.

Another autumn rain is coming.

The night is dark, and no moon or stars can be seen.

The street lights in 1977 were still on but only dimly.

The German-style arcades on Taishan Road revealed a jagged outline under the inky black sky. The five-pointed neon star on top of the department store at the intersection was broken in two, leaving only the three red characters "Department Store" stubbornly lit.

Women wearing blue cloth sleeves were walking on creaking bamboo ladders, taking down the dried vegetables that had been dried during the day.

Seeing Qian Jin, she took the initiative to greet him: "Captain Qian, are you going to support the farmers again? Why are you still leading the sheep?"

Qian Jin explained: "It's not mine. I collected it from the countryside for my friend's unit."

The lampposts were tangled in spider-web-like wires, and the incandescent bulbs were shaking from being knocked about by moths, casting shadows of sycamore trees like giant fingers on the red-tiled walls.

Young men in work clothes rode by on bicycles.

Zhang Aijun looked at the night view of the city almost greedily. It was something new he had never seen before.

The wooden door of the state-owned grain store had been lowered, and the crisp sound of abacus beads could be heard from the gap.

An aluminum kettle sat on the coal stove in front of the grocery store. An old accountant in a Mao suit wrote down tomorrow's special agent food on the blackboard:

Jinri supplies tofu, dried tofu, tofu skin, bean curd knots, and bean curd foam.

Qian Jin took the initiative to ask: "Master Jin, is there a tofu meeting tomorrow?"

Master Jin looked back at him and said with a smile, "It's already open. You're here at the right time, not just early. Why don't you buy some to try first?"

Tofu is not an everyday food.

Qian Jin agreed, saying it was just right for a midnight snack.

Master Jin weighed out two blocks of tofu for him and rolled some tofu skins for him.

The scale was too high and the tofu skin was said to be 6 when it was clearly 5 sheets.

Qian Jin said he would ask Liu Dajia to deliver the tickets right away. Master Jin waved his hand and said, "We are all neighbors. There is no need to rush."

Zhang Aijun expressed awe at Qian Jin's status: "Leader, you are quite awesome!"

Qian Jin smiled but did not answer.

He also discovered that his status suddenly changed after joining the security commando team.

After returning home, Qian Jin asked Sixiao to deliver the non-staple food coupons. He also introduced Zhang Aijun and asked them to take Zhang Aijun out for a walk and familiarize him with the surrounding area.

Wait until no one is home.

He took out the gold boxes one by one and started buying and selling goods.

Buy rubber working gloves first.

He had studied this in advance. The most traditional woven work gloves have not changed for many years.

So he just had to buy some work gloves woven with rubber thread. Chang Shulin couldn't tell the difference between these gloves and the batch he gave to Qian Jin.

Working gloves woven with rubber thread are very cheap.

It is cheaper to buy in bulk, a thousand pairs of gloves cost only one dollar per pair.

If it was the kind of knitted work gloves that Chang Shulin gave him, they would be even cheaper, only fifty cents a pair!
But this thing was regarded as a treasure by the production team!
The next step is to buy food.

With a big box he can buy more things.

He spent 800 yuan to fill a cabinet with instant noodles, ham, bacon, vacuum-packed braised beef, etc.

In addition, he specially bought a Polaroid camera - there were second-hand ones in the mall, and he spent two hundred yuan to buy a machine that was 80% new.

He also bought a pack of 3-inch edge-grabbing photos to go with the camera...

There was a knock on the door and Sixiao came back.

Qian Jin said, "Go call Uncle Xu and Uncle Zhou and ask them to come over for a midnight snack."

The four children cheered and left.

Qian Jin quickly stuffed the photo albums he collected from the black market into the golden box.

As the stamps were put on the shelves, the mall actually bought them all.

He quickly scanned the quotes.

He was delighted to see this:

But let him buy it!
At first glance, it is a set of stamps priced at 94 yuan: Commemorating Mei Lanfang's Stage Art in .

Following this is a single stamp priced at 6444 yuan: the T1970M "Love Science Since Childhood" miniature sheet printed in 41.

This stamp shows a little girl with big eyes reading a book with a pencil, and there are scientific instruments on both sides.

It should be because science and knowledge were not valued in 1970, and the content of the stamps was affected by this. There was less that was related to science, and even fewer that were preserved to later generations, so the prices were relatively high.

The most expensive of these is a set of four "Educated Youth" stamps from 1964, priced at yuan.

Qian Jin looked at the four stamps curiously.

They are all in the style of New Year pictures, using bright colors and simple lines to depict a strong local flavor.

The patterns on the four stamps respectively depict scenes of educated youth harvesting wheat, planting trees, persisting in learning, and conducting scientific experiments in the countryside.

An album of 185 stamps had a total selling price of yuan.

This income is already quite considerable.

All the money is sold out.

He estimated that the others would be back soon, so he hurried to deposit all the gold boxes and chests into the mall, and hung the last piece of gold around his neck again.

really.

A few minutes later, there was a violent knock on the door. Xu Weidong's voice sounded a little nervous: "Brother Qian, are you there?"

Qian Jin opened the door and said, "Stop making that noise with the second chair and get the gloves back!"

He opened the urea bag.

Xu Weidong clasped his hands tightly and said, "Comrade, on behalf of eight generations of my Xu family ancestors, I thank you!"

(End of this chapter)