Fishing and Hunting 82, Starting with Three Sisters Who Overprotect Their Brothers

Leaving the state-run hotel.

Zhang Wenshan was in a great mood and couldn't wait to take out the banknotes and examine them carefully.

The third set of RMB banknotes is currently in circulation. The ten-yuan note features images of people from all ethnic groups on the front, hence the name "Great Unity." It has a very strong embossed feel when held in the hand.

He couldn't help but start playing with it.

"Be careful, don't break it."

Zhang Fengxia craned her neck, staring intently at the ten-yuan note, her eyes filled with awe and longing, and couldn't help but remind her.

"We don't usually see these, so we have to keep them safe. Dad has one at the bottom of the box."

"It's not that rare, just take it and look at it." Zhang Wenshan said, handing the ten-yuan note to his sister.

This can be considered a true reflection of 1982.

If I remember correctly, the third set of RMB banknotes has been in circulation for almost twenty years, but my older sister has only seen it a few times, let alone used it.

It's truly heartbreaking.

"I wouldn't dare," Zhang Fengxia quickly declined, her hands trembling as she held the large ten-yuan note as if it were a fragile treasure.

She hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to return it to her younger brother.

"Take it with peace of mind, you'll need it every day for doing business." Zhang Wenshan didn't take it at all, but instead picked up a one-yuan coin and examined it.

The banknotes felt much thicker than those of later generations.

The front is dark red, featuring a close-up of a female tractor driver holding a steering wheel, with farmland in the background.

The back is black with light red accents, and the herdsmen, horses, and snow-capped mountains are depicted with lifelike detail.

"Three pieces? Why did you give her so much?"

Zhang Fengxia carefully stuffed the ten-yuan note into her pocket, covered it with her hand, and looked at the remaining money in her brother's hand with a pained expression.

"Isn't that a bit too much?"

"Not much, but don't be stingy when dealing with Sister Wu and her husband." Zhang Wenshan glanced back at the closed door. "The information they provide is invaluable."

If I remember correctly, individuals will be able to contract state-run restaurants next year.

If the couple were to get down to business, they would likely become one of the largest suppliers of ingredients in the town. It's better to make connections sooner rather than later.

"What did she mean by that? It was so vague, who could possibly understand it?"

"Most of the fish and shrimp are purchased by the supply and marketing cooperatives." Zhang Wenshan's lips curled into a smile.

"How could that be?" Zhang Fengxia shook her head repeatedly. "The supply and marketing cooperative has never accepted that kind of thing."

"We'll find out when we go take a look." Zhang Wenshan didn't explain further. This was something that someone else might not be able to understand, and even if they went to inquire, they would probably get no results.

Suddenly, a delicious aroma wafted over, making one's mouth water.

I turned my head to look.

A crowd had gathered in front of the roadside stall selling fried cakes.

Zhang Wenshan felt his stomach growling; the little food he ate that morning and the cornbread his mother brought were long gone.

"Have one to try."

He took the fried cake and put it in his mouth. He bit into the golden and crispy shell, and the red bean paste filling and glutinous rice were soft, sweet, and oily. It was really delicious.

"Nine more, put them in a lunchbox, sis, have a taste."

Knowing his older sister's personality, Zhang Wenshan simply took one out and stuffed it into her mouth.

"I don't... um."

After quickly devouring the fried cakes, Zhang Fengxia licked her lips, somewhat annoyed.

"They don't last long, and at six cents each, they're really not worth it."

"It will definitely be more expensive without a ticket, and it might even go up to 50 cents in the future."

"No way, hey, little brother, don't buy it."

Seeing Zhang Wenshan heading towards the fried dough stall again, Zhang Fengxia quickly pulled him back.

"You, take the money back, I'm scared."

"It's alright." Zhang Wenshan reached out and pulled the older woman's wrist forward. "You'll get used to it after a while."

"..." Zhang Fengxia moved her feet like a puppet, her eyes darting around, scanning the surrounding crowd as if everyone was a thief.

My hands unconsciously clutched my pockets, not daring to relax for a moment.

"Sister, anyone can tell you're rich, and where your money is."

Look at all these people on the street, who looks like you?

Besides, it's not much; we can always earn more if we lose it!

Zhang Wenshan didn't hold back and began desensitization therapy, using verbal stimulation to divert attention.

"Nonsense!" Zhang Fengxia immediately glared at her. "Sister Wu said that in the future, the fine-scaled fish will only sell for a maximum of two yuan."

"What, you think it's not enough?"

"No, I just regret not catching more this morning."

"Don't worry, there will be plenty of opportunities to make money in the future."

"Is it alright for us to do this?" Zhang Fengxia asked, glancing around before leaning closer and lowering her voice. "What if someone investigates?"

Three jin of fish was written as eight jin?

That's really daring!

When she hid money, reporting two cents more was already considered a big deal.

"What could possibly happen? The fish died, I've never done this before, so I'm just practicing... I have plenty of excuses." Zhang Wenshan said calmly.

This kind of thing has happened throughout history and will continue to happen in the future.

"How do you reconcile the accounts for managers of state-run restaurants?"

"If they dare to do it, they'll find a way to cover it up. Let's just pretend we don't know anything. Besides, it might have been instructed by the manager."

"How could that be? Why would the manager fabricate something?"

"Don't think of them as something special. Who do you think is most concerned about hosting them?"

Zhang Wenshan countered with a question.

"Like when my brother-in-law helped me get a job, would you care if he took those things with him?"

When I went to work as an apprentice at the agricultural machinery factory, I didn't keep any dried goods from home.

"You can earn money by becoming an apprentice, and..." Zhang Fengxia stopped halfway through her sentence, looking thoughtful.

Seeing this, Zhang Wenshan didn't disturb them and spent another cent to buy two scallion pancakes.

The eldest sister is not stupid.

However, due to limited perspective and experience, many things are not experienced. Once you participate in them, it is easy to understand the intricacies involved.

Before long, the two arrived at the town's supply and marketing cooperative.

The building in front of us is a single-story house covering an area of ​​one and a half acres. It faces south and is made of mixed bricks, without any adobe bricks.

The storefront features tall, double-panel glass and wooden doors, covered by a shop door panel with a red five-pointed star logo.

It's definitely the most eye-catching building in the whole town.

"How about we come back tomorrow?" Zhang Fengxia stood at the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative, looking down somewhat awkwardly at her muddy cloth shoes.

He absolutely refused to take a step.

"Reluctant to spend money?" Zhang Wenshan was a little annoyed.

Why is desensitization training not working at all?

"No, no," Zhang Fengxia said softly, "we're wearing our work clothes."

Zhang Wenshan glanced around and roughly understood.

Everyone who entered the purchasing station was well-dressed; if not glamorous, they were at least clean and tidy.

Only the two of them were covered in dust, looking like they were fleeing a disaster.

He seemed out of place.

Well, another item has been added to the procurement plan.

Clothes make the man, and a good saddle makes the horse. This saying is timeless. If you don't dress well, you'll naturally lack confidence.

"It's alright, we have money." Zhang Wenshan shook his head and walked in casually, not taking the supply and marketing cooperative, which everyone respected, seriously at all.

These are things that won't be available in two years, so we should definitely take a good look around.

If someone's looking for trouble, just do it!

In this day and age, the status of a farmer still carries a halo, but most farmers lack money and confidence, are naturally afraid of trouble, and dare not resist, which makes them appear weak.

Looking at that confident figure, Zhang Fengxia inexplicably felt a surge of self-assurance.

Mustering my courage, I followed cautiously.