Journey 1995:Non-Stop

Chapter 19 Return to Fengtian!
On the way back to the guesthouse, Yan Hui asked curiously, "Fourth Uncle, do you really know the deputy director here?"

"I made up the name, she definitely wouldn't recognize it anyway," Fourth Uncle said. "Look at her. Even though she heard the ginseng was sold, she didn't dare to refute me when I said I bought it. This shows that she's not familiar with the police station at all. I guess she just made that up."

"This cell phone is really useful." Yan Hui was thinking, if he had a cell phone yesterday, when he was trying to "rescue the beauty", he could just take it out and say he was going to call 110, and he could still save the person!
"Of course. What's so special about a guy who can hold a big cell phone getting to know a deputy director?"

"Yes!" Yan Hui was also a little excited when he heard it.

That's right, Fourth Uncle is worthy of being Fourth Uncle! This big mobile phone feels more prestigious than a car, after all, you can't carry a car with you all the time!
"Okay, let's go back and look at the mountains."

It has to be said that Shan Ge's physique is really good. After the two of them returned, Shan Ge had actually woken up and even took a shower.

"What were you two talking about in the room just now? You woke me up." Brother Shan felt about 80% better after taking a shower.

"Xiaohui bought a ginseng root, it's no big deal." Fourth Uncle explained.

"You haven't been cheated, have you?"

"No, no." Fourth Uncle waved his hand, "Come, eat."

Things went quite smoothly in Baishan. Shortly after breakfast, Brother Shan drove Yan Hui and Fourth Uncle back to the town.

After Yan Hui came back, he first visited Gao Bo and the others and gave all the tobacco leaves to Gao Bo.

Gao Bo and his group lived in a village next to the town. The village was only a few hundred meters away, practically connected to the town itself. There was a gas station on the edge of town, and the shops next to the gas station were all run by villagers.

Uncle Gao happened to be in the village. Seeing Yan Hui bring so many tobacco leaves, he was very happy: "You are a good kid. You still think about us old people."

Holding tobacco leaves, Gao Bo led Yan Hui into the house, but saw several people playing cards in the house, some familiar faces and some unfamiliar ones.

There was a lot of cash on the table, and some people had hundreds of dollars in front of them.

Yan Hui didn't say anything, just greeted warmly.

After entering the inner room, Gao Bo poured tea for Yan Hui and then asked about Yan Hui's recent situation.

Yan Hui didn't have much time, and Brother Shan and Fourth Uncle were still waiting for him, so he briefly talked about some recent events, mainly thanking him for the dried sweet potato. By the way, he took out the ginseng he bought for 600 yuan and showed it to Uncle Gao.

He was still very sensible and did not mention the fact that the store was closed for a few days. He just said that the dried sweet potatoes helped him a lot, and then turned the topic to ginseng.

"Bought it for 600?" Gao Bo looked at it, counted the reed bowls, and nodded. "It's definitely not a loss. Anyone who buys ginseng for this thing has to pay 700."

"I heard that those who collect ginseng can only be given four or five hundred?" Yan Hui said uncertainly.

"That's just bullying from the small towns. We in the Wood Gang are experts. Every year, no one who comes to buy ginseng dares to ask for a random price," Gao Bo warned. "But you, little kid, don't buy this kind of stuff in the future! There are so many fakes!"

"I understand, Uncle Gao, don't worry."

The two chatted for a few words, and Yan Hui was about to leave, but he heard a commotion at the card table outside.

When they looked over, they found that it was an old man from the Wood Gang. He had no money and wanted to use a ginseng to pay off his debt, but the other man refused to recognize him.

"Isn't this worth 300 yuan?" the old man was very angry. "The person who bought ginseng a few days ago offered me 400 yuan, but I wouldn't sell it to him!"

"How the hell do I know this? I only know money..."

Yan Hui was speechless when he saw this scene...

……

ten minutes later.

Yan Hui left the village with another ginseng root and a small bag of dried sweet potatoes, which cost him 330 yuan.

It doesn’t matter if I raise one child or two children, I might as well take them back to Fengtian and sell them together!

...

Fourth Uncle and Shan Ge waited for Yan Hui for half an hour. When they came out and saw the ginseng, they both laughed.

"Alright, you're lucky, kid. You're making a killing," Fourth Uncle said with a smile. "You don't need to explain. I'll understand once you mention playing cards. Well, you'll be staying here for a while anyway, and it's not convenient to keep this ginseng here. I'll take it back to Fengtian and find a suitable place to sell it. I'll give you the money later."

"Ah?" Yan Hui was delighted. "That's great!"

...

As Fourth Uncle said, this kind of money is like a windfall. The ginseng collectors might not find anything suitable after a day or two of searching, and their own channels are nothing more than BS City.

In fact, this kind of thing can only realize its greater value if it finds a suitable buyer in big cities like Fengtian and Beijing.

Fourth Uncle didn't even know how much Yan Hui could earn this time.

"Let me be clear," Fourth Uncle said seriously, "you won't be paid from now on. I've paid you and helped you with the work, but you still have to work hard for me and can't be negligent!"

"Don't worry, Fourth Uncle. I guarantee the quantity and quality of the wood! If anything goes wrong, I won't take the money for these two ginsengs!" Yan Hui promised immediately.

"Okay, I like what you said."

On the way back to the mountain, Fourth Uncle bought some food in the town for Yan Hui to take back up the mountain. Although Fourth Uncle said he would not give Yan Hui any money, he still bought a lot of sausages and peach cakes, and finally left 200 yuan for food.

He and Shan Ge were going to drive back to Fengtian. For the next period of time, Yan Hui would be alone here. It was obvious that Fourth Uncle trusted him enough.

Yan Hui still had two cheap ginseng roots given by Uncle Gao. He was not stingy and gave them directly to his fourth uncle, telling him to go back and make wine with them.

"You kid," Fourth Uncle was even happier, but he didn't accept it. Instead, he handed the ginseng directly to Brother Shan. "I don't drink much, so give this to Dashan. You can use it to make wine. Even though it's not old enough, it's still genuine wild ginseng!"

Then, the fourth uncle looked at Yan Hui and said, "Xiao Hui, do you have any objections?"

"What can I say? Everything has its owner!" Yan Hui said with a smile. He was very open-minded. In his opinion, Shan Ge was already a very good person.

After everyone chatted and laughed, Fourth Uncle took Shan Ge and Yan Hui for a few rounds, and also brought two boxes of sorghum wine to the manager, asking him to take good care of his nephews.

Even though we had some unpleasantness with the forest farm yesterday, business is business and friendship is friendship, there's no room for chaos.

...

With everything settled and Fourth Uncle and the others gone, Yan Hui finally returned to a peaceful life. This time down the mountain, he had quite a lot to deal with. For the next few days, the crane driver pretended not to notice Yan Hui; he and Yan Hui hadn't really had much to do. Old Sun and the others continued to chat and laugh with Yan Hui, and the filial gifts in Yan Hui's hand never stopped flowing. However, Yan Hui encountered a small problem.

The letter hasn't been written yet, and even if it was written, I don't know how to send it. If I want to send the letter, I have to go down the mountain.

Yan Hui had a good relationship with Lao Sun and the others, but that didn't mean he had a good relationship with the Jiefang truck drivers and the others. In this era, drivers were considered superior, not to mention truck and crane drivers.

The crane driver and the Jiefang truck driver must be of the same mind. It would be strange if they agreed to let Yan Hui take the car down the mountain!

If you don't help, even the manager won't say anything.

Therefore, all communication between Yan Hui and the people down the mountain and the outside world was cut off from then on.

He had written several letters, but he revised them over and over again. Later, his emotions had been released so much that he didn't even know what to write or what not to write.

Those letters with impulsive content have long since turned into ashes in the furnace.

Yan Hui kept practicing calligraphy by writing letters, burning them, and writing again. This time when he came down the mountain and saw Qu Xiaoqin, he felt a sense of crisis, an inexplicable sense of crisis.

The second brother is in high school, Yan Yan is going to Beijing to study at a university, Ma Junliang, whom I met on the train, is already a college student, and Qu Xiaoqin, whom I just met, is about to take the college entrance examination.

So, Yan Hui, who had nothing to do, started practicing calligraphy.

In this way, time flew by quickly, and more than half a month passed quickly. Yan Hui checked the wood every day, and there was no longer any situation where small and large wood were piled up randomly, and the quality of the wood was the same as before.

The order from Fourth Uncle is finally coming to an end!
Going down the mountain! Back to Fengtian!

These days, the amount of timber that has passed through Yan Hui's hands has exceeded 1500 cubic meters, with a total value of millions.

According to Yan Hui's rough estimate, Fourth Uncle could earn at least 10 to 15 yuan in the past month.

This was 10 to 15 yuan in 1995! More than a month!
This was an astronomical sum that he could hardly imagine. Of course, this money had nothing to do with him, and he would not be stupid enough to ask.

"Yan Hui," Yan Hui was eating dried sweet potato snacks at the door of his residence when he suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Director Li," Yan Hui stood up and greeted him.

"I've had a great time doing business with your uncle. The goods have been sold out. Your uncle called me and said I'm going to the city early tomorrow morning. I'll take you to Baishan Station. You can buy a ticket back to Fengtian."

"Ah? Okay! Thank you, Director Li!" Yan Hui had already made preparations a few days ago.

"Okay, then pack your things and come visit us again when you have time." Director Li said politely with a smile.

"must!"

"Your uncle also said that after we return to Fengtian, he will arrange something for you to do the day after tomorrow. Don't waste time there when we go to Baishan tomorrow."

"Yeah, I'll definitely be back on time."

After Director Li left, Yan Hui also pretended to pack up his things. He said that because he really didn't have anything to pack. He did this because he was really bored.

Yan Hui still had a few dried sweet potatoes left in his hand, but he didn't eat them. Instead, he packed them up in the bag and put them in his bag. Then he went to the convenience store again, talked to the owner, and spent 12 yuan to buy two wooden sculptures carved by the owner.

One is Guan Erye, which cost me 10 yuan. The main reason is that the Guan Dao is carved very well and looks powerful. The other is a hand-held peace buckle that can be hung by stringing it with a rope.

"Actually, I don't sell these things, but I closed the shop for a few days because of that guy, so I felt a little sorry for you," the shop owner said, then took out a very straight wooden stick and handed it to Yan Hui, "This is for you. If you like wood carving in the future, try this."

"That thing? I forgot about it a long time ago!" Yan Hui had a good impression of this boss and took the wooden stick with both hands. "This stick, this, this looks really good!"

Men seem to like this kind of naturally straight stick. This one is extremely standard. Although it is only two feet long, its diameter is more than 3cm. It is a main branch of larch without any knots, and the surface veneer has been cleaned, making it very comfortable to play with.

"Be safe and sound." The boss gave his final blessing, then took a pen and began to draw lines on the wood.

Yan Hui took the wood carving back to the house and put it in his bag, but he still held the stick in his hand. The thing felt really great. Although Yan Hui was reluctant to spend money, he was even willing to spend two dollars to buy the stick.

Yan Hui had a hunch that this stick would be very useful!

Holding the stick, Yan Hui was in a very good mood and walked along the forest farm.

There weren't many wild fruits to pick on the mountain this season, and the temperature in the forest was only around 7 or 8 degrees Celsius, something Yan Hui had long since gotten used to. He crumbled a packet of instant noodles into pieces, slowly eating as he strolled around.

Usually at this time, dogs would come closer, and Yan Hui wanted to feed more dogs if he saw any familiar dogs, after all, he would definitely not see them again in the future, but he didn't see any dogs.

When he got close to Mubang's residence, Yan Hui suddenly felt a little nervous. It occurred to him that he had walked too far. What if he encountered a wolf?
Thinking of this, Yan Hui grabbed his stick and ran, returning to the lumberyard. Seeing the two large dogs, he finally felt relieved.
This exciting feeling made Yan Hui's heart pound. He didn't know whether he was scared or running away. He fed the dog some food and returned to his residence. He never left the house again until the next day.

Yan Hui didn't have much stuff. All his money was sewn into the innermost part of his clothes, and the rest was in his bag.

All the things were put in the bag, except for this wooden stick, which was a bit troublesome because the stick was two feet long and could not be put in. But it also did not look good when held in the hand.

Throwing it away was absolutely impossible, so Yan Hui finally stuck the stick in his bag, leaving about half of it exposed, and then followed Director Li's car down the mountain to BS City.

There were indeed quite a few people trading ginseng around Baishan Railway Station. Yan Hui spent 13 yuan to buy a ticket. There were still three or four hours before the train departed, so he walked around.

Basically, there were no good things to be seen. Occasionally, there were things displayed in glass cabinets, but the prices were ridiculously high. Yan Hui, an outsider, could only shake his head when he saw them.

After walking around for a while and eating something, Yan Hui encountered a small trouble when entering the train station.

The police officer in charge of security at the door wanted to check his stick.

"Why are you holding a stick on the train?" the police asked.

"This is wood. I'm in the wood business. This is a branch." Yan Hui had already thought of an excuse.

"Hmm," the policeman weighed it and returned it to Yan Hui reluctantly. "Well, let me wrap it in a newspaper so it's conspicuous in the car. It's not dangerous, but a stick doesn't look good at all."

After saying that, the policeman took a large piece of newspaper from his duty station and wrapped up the wooden stick that was sticking out of Yan Hui's bag.

Yan Hui could only thank the policeman and then walked into the train station with his bag on his back. Yan Hui was actually a little unaccustomed to the police. To be honest, he had only come into contact with the police twice since he was a child, and the last time was because of Qu Xiaoqin.

In his eyes, unless he encountered murder or arson, he would generally feel embarrassed to trouble others.

Thinking about these things, he was a little dazed, but fortunately he was very familiar with the system of the train station, so he got on the train smoothly and found his seat.

He hugged his bag tightly, it was time to go back to Fengtian!
(End of this chapter)