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

"You're so good at talking, Xiao Zhao, just keep quiet."

"Okay, Sister Wu."

Without a word, Wu Xia pulled open the curtain and led Zhang Wenshan straight into the backyard, without taking any detours.

Inside the tent house.

Old Xie was curled up at the table, engrossed in a book without its cover, completely ignoring them.

"Quick, let me see what good stuff I have!" Wu Xia couldn't wait and immediately started untying the ropes.

The bag was bulging and moved occasionally, so it must be a living thing.

"Sister Xia, what's the rush?" Zhang Wenshan calmly took out the fine-scaled fish, looking somewhat puzzled.

"I don't know what's been going on lately, but groups of people keep coming in private, all wanting to eat something special," Wu Xia said without looking up.

Upon hearing this...

Old Xie suddenly put down his book, a look of surprise in his eyes.

Zhang Wenshan didn't dare to reply and silently untied the ropes.

For state-run restaurants to host meals, receipts are required, clearly stating the number of people and the standards. The restaurants keep accounts of the food prepared and settle accounts at the end of the month.

All transactions were conducted through public accounts.

In reality, many prominent and wealthy people who are not comfortable showing their faces in public will dine in private in small private rooms.

Don't go through the front desk; have someone inform you in advance so you don't need receipts.

Both sides understood each other without saying a word.

"Wow, so many wild ducks."

As soon as Wu Xia opened the sack, she saw several furry heads poking out, perhaps a little wilted from the bumpy ride.

But they were all panting.

"All of them?" Old Xie couldn't hold back any longer. He stood up and peered outside, his gaze immediately landing on Zhang Wenshan.

I initially thought it was just good luck to find a nest of small-scaled fish.

Unexpectedly, they then sent over a large catfish, and now they've even managed to get seven or eight wild ducks.

It seems he really has some skills; no wonder Wu Xia has been trying to win him over both openly and secretly.

"Great, at least we've got something to show for ourselves these past two days." Wu Xia grabbed the wild duck and wanted to kiss it right away.

"Sister Xia, is it really that serious?"

"If I can't get any goods, do you know how many customers I've turned away? Money is secondary; the main problem is that I've offended people and made myself look incompetent."

"Really?" Zhang Wenshan helped weigh the items. "There are plenty of villages around here; surely we can find something rare?"

"How many people actually know how to hunt and fish? In the past, it seemed like a lot to go up the mountain in a large group, but now that the land has been divided, everyone is just digging the land with all their might."

Wu Xia poured out her grievances like beans spilling out.

"With the relaxation of policies, there are more vendors, and people from the south are coming over to buy goods. And then there's the market..."

Zhang Wenshan listened silently and understood the reason.

In short, in the past, the channels were limited. If you got something from the mountains and rivers and wanted to sell it at a high price, you could only go to state-run restaurants. Now you have more choices.

"The fine-scaled fish will be priced at three and a half pounds, or one yuan and fifty cents. The duck..."

Wu Xia turned her head and asked.

"Can you give me 80 cents?"

Old Xie nodded and took out the account book that Zhang Fengxia had seen earlier.

"Sister Xia, wait a minute," Zhang Wenshan quickly stopped her.

It is clear that state-run restaurants have two sets of accounting books.

One set of official accounts was kept for inspection by superiors, while a separate set of private accounts was used to record personal transactions. After all, there were several people working in the state-run restaurant, and it would be easy to cause disputes if accounts weren't kept.

"What, you think it's not enough?" Wu Xia's expression remained unchanged, but her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

There was another reason she hadn't mentioned before: now more and more people are bringing in defective products, hoping to sell them at a higher price.

Could it be that I misjudged him?

The seemingly respectable young man also revealed his true colors, wanting to make exorbitant demands.

Zhang Wenshan shook his head and said, "That's too much."

"Too much?"

"Too much...too much?" Wu Xia was stunned.

Old Xie was also dumbfounded. Why would someone actively lower the price when selling something?

"Just go with the official price." Zhang Wenshan showed the fishing and hunting group's certificate. "The ducks aren't just mine."

Wu Xia glanced at the certificate and immediately understood what was going on, finding it even more unbelievable.

"If you use public funds, the duck will only get seven cents at most."

"I just wanted peace of mind, and I'm sorry for causing everyone trouble."

"What's the trouble?" Old Xie slapped open another public account book and, unusually, said, "Young comrade, it's this one."

He gave a thumbs up.

These days, there are plenty of people who rush headlong into money, but very few who can calmly consider the risks.

It's not easy to have such foresight at such a young age and to remain calm.

Wu Xia was still stunned: "If you lose one cent per pound, that's one dollar less for ten pounds, and the difference will only increase over time. Are you willing to let that happen? Do you think your team members can swallow this?"

"I can still handle it." Zhang Wenshan took back the voucher, his smile calm.

Otherwise, why would he bother to sift through the poor households?

Old Xie quickly filled out the three-part form.

Seven wild ducks, weighing 18.2 jin, at 7 mao per jin, totaling 12.74 yuan.

Looking at the money and bills handed to him, Zhang Wenshan hesitated and asked, "Is it convenient to take cash?"

"It's alright, I'll cover it first, we can settle the bill at the end of the month." Wu Xia waved her hand dismissively, "Don't talk about it outside."

"Don't worry." Zhang Wenshan immediately understood and asked, "Sister Xia, is there anything else you need?"

Normal bank transfers between companies require a unified settlement at the end of the month, which is time-consuming and troublesome.

When someone shows goodwill, you should reciprocate in kind.

"We're missing everything," Wu Xia said, counting on her fingers. "Large pheasants and ducks, rabbits, half a pound of sand, and large fish that aren't commonly found in the market..."

"What about shrimp? Can we keep getting the supply and marketing cooperative's export standard shrimp?"

"Can."

"Where's the snake?"

As Zhang Wenshan spoke, his gaze fell on the intelligence update that had been posted that day.

[Today's News 1: Due to the weather, a large number of snakes have gathered in the abandoned educated youth settlement north of Chishongtun (click to view the specific location)]

[Today's News 2: Due to the weather, a large number of wild rabbits have been spotted near the abandoned educated youth settlement north of Chishongtun (click to view the specific location)]

System intelligence is categorized into several types.

Typically, the location is marked around him, indicating the movement of nearby fishing and hunting resources, their activity range, and detailed locations.

Most of them require him to use his experience to filter and judge, and then make choices.

Some were forced to give up due to distance, time, or issues of belonging.

Today I'm incredibly lucky; I actually got two pieces of information with detailed locations, both from the same spot and very close to each other.

"You can catch snakes?" Wu Xia's voice rose a few decibels. "Those are valuable; I'll take as many as you bring me."

"Okay, I'll try it later."

After settling the matter, Zhang Wenshan returned to the front hall and, to Lang Qiuping's surprise, ordered three bowls of rice and three servings of braised pork.

The two portions were packed in the lunchboxes we brought.

One serving is eaten on the spot.

"Feng, Sister Fengxia, aren't you going to do anything about this?" Lang Qiuping stammered as he watched Zhang Wenshan slap out three yuan and thirty cents.

"What do you care?" Zhang Fengxia knew her younger brother wanted to project an image of someone who could make money and was capable, so she forced herself to remain calm.

But his hands under the table wouldn't obey him, gripping the hem of his clothes tightly.

"Goodness, braised pork needs three parts? Did I hear that right?"

"And then there's rice, that's a refined grain we only dared to eat at the end of the year!"

"What kind of family is building one now?"

Immediately, the surrounding diners began to discuss the matter.