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Song Fengchen was satisfied, and the two brothers of the Chen family laughed at the same time.
The boss of the Chen family thought, it was not in vain that he spent all his savings to find a way out, and sent the second child to the supply and marketing cooperative after his mouth was worn out. This matter was done well.
The second child in the Chen family thought, his third uncle had helped him so much, so he had to express it no matter what, his family was not as rich and powerful as Deputy Director Zhou. Since you can't send too much, you can only give it a coincidence.
He doesn't have cigarette tickets as a small employee, but the president of their supply and marketing cooperative has them, and he doesn't smoke, so he has a lot of money in his hands.
For this reason, the second son of the Chen family made a special trip to the office of the director of their supply and marketing cooperative, said a lot of good things, and finally spent five yuan to buy a dozen cigarette tickets.
Just like that, he had to pay double the price to buy the original price of 20.6 cents a pack of swimming cigarettes.
Fortunately, these cigarettes were obviously delivered correctly.
"Success." The boss of the Chen family waved his hand: "Since everything is bought, we still have something to do there, so let's go first."
Leaving the supply and marketing cooperative, Song Fengchen conveniently put the paper bag containing the cigarettes into the back basket, and his eyes touched the oilcloth raincoat that was said to be defective.
"What's wrong?" The boss of the Chen family asked while looking at the road.
"Why do I feel that there is nothing wrong with this oilcloth raincoat?" Song Fengchen asked.
The boss of the Chen family stopped the ox cart, took the things and flipped them back and forth, and finally pointed to a certain corner of the sleeve and said: "Here, the end of the thread came out."
Song Fengchen was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, picked up the enamel washbasin that was obviously in good condition next to him, "What about this one?"
The boss of the Chen family glanced at it, and pointed to a thumb-sized lacquer figure on the outer wall of the washbasin next to the characters Serving the People: "Here."
Those are the flaws.
Song Fengchen looked at the oilskin raincoat, looked at the enamel basin, and clicked his tongue.
The boss of the Chen family waved the whip in his hand, and the ox cart started to move again. He said with a smile: "Why, third uncle feels very surprised?"
Song Fengchen nodded.
"What's the matter? Slogans are shouting. After all, they can't be eaten. Who would let it go if they have the opportunity to pocket it? Otherwise, why would so many people go to the city with their heads sharpened? , squeeze into the state-owned units." The boss of the Chen family shrugged: "This is the way of the world, that's it, this is not bad, third uncle, how do you think the second child got this job? That's because the one in front of him committed suicide Yes, my family spent nearly 300 yuan to stuff him in. Guess why the one in front of him committed suicide?"
These days, it is common for the son to inherit his father's business, and his father's position can be replaced by his son after he retires. If he followed the general procedure, the second son of the Chen family, who was born in a peasant household, would indeed be out of the question.
Song Fengchen expressed his willingness to hear the details.
"The one in front of him is a cloth seller. You have to use a tape measure to measure the cloth. If he tightens the cloth tightly, the one foot of cloth sold will be nine and a half inches. If you are more ruthless , Nine inches, eight inches, it can also be done. If you sell this kind of cloth, you can get one inch per foot, one foot per foot, and you can get several feet if you sell dozens of feet of cloth every day."
"These embezzled cloths are either taken home secretly, or sold as usual, and he takes the money directly. Over time, he can earn four or five hundred yuan a year for nothing, and his monthly salary is only twenty. Come for a dollar."
"That's it, it's not a big deal. None of the salespeople in the supply and marketing agency are clean. You know this, but you can't help but buy here, because this is the only public store in the surrounding tens of miles."
"It will be fine in a few years." Song Fengchen said.
When the reform and opening up, the disintegration of the state-owned economy, and the development of self-employed people, these daily necessities will no longer be limited in supply, and the good days of ordinary people will really come.
"Perhaps." The boss of the Chen family didn't care. After all, he is the beneficiary of the current economic situation. He returned to the original topic: "The cloth seller asked for it himself. With a little money in his hand, he and the barber shop I hooked up with a widow of my husband, but his wife has a bad temper, so when she found out about it, she reported him directly."
"The cloth seller was afraid of being dragged out to hang up a sign and paraded through the streets. When the police came to arrest him, he found a blade and cut his throat. It is said that blood flowed all over the place at that time. Because of this, the supply and marketing cooperative deliberately locked him up. It took a day to clean the door"
Just as he was talking, the bullock cart drove into a narrow alley, walked a hundred or so meters forward, and stopped at the door of a house.
The boss of the Chen family jumped out of the bullock cart: "Here we are."
"That's it?" What about the agreed market?.
The boss of the Chen family immediately said: "In the past when the world was in chaos, the big guys ran around in the nearby alleys looking for buyers when they had something. Over time, this area has become a black market. It's not that the world is better now, it may be that With the money, the Revolutionary Committee¡¯s monitoring here has been loosened a lot, and several groups of people have bought houses here, specializing in the business of collecting and buying things.¡±
"In the past two years, the villagers in our village have sold mushrooms and bamboo shoots from the mountains here, and the price is 20% higher than that of the purchasing station at the supply and marketing cooperative."
As he spoke, the boss of the Chen family raised his hand and knocked on the door.
After a while, there was a gap in the door, and a head poked out. Seeing the boss of the Chen family, that person probably thought his face was familiar, "Who are you?"
The boss of the Chen family replied: "I am the captain of the production team of Yuexi Village."
"Oh, it's you, come in." The man opened the gate and let the ox cart in.
There are a lot of broken tables and chairs piled up in the not quite courtyard, which looks similar to ordinary dwellings.
The man closed the door and led Song Fengchen and the two into the house.
A middle-aged man came up to meet him: "Captain Chen, are you here for shopping?"
The boss of the Chen family nodded: "Boss Zhao, you seem to be missing a lot of things here?"
Song Fengchen looked around, the house was full of everything, candies and biscuits, canned milk powder, wine and cloth Mainly food.
"That's right, isn't this the spring famine? I can't go in or out for several months." Boss Zhao looked at Song Fengchen: "This is?"
"Oh, that's my third uncle, let's buy some rice and flour."
"Rice and flour?" Boss Zhao frowned: "How much?"
"What's the price?" asked the boss of the Chen family.
"Since I'm an old acquaintance, I'll give you a discounted price, six cents for polished rice and fifty cents for white flour."
The boss of the Chen family didn't speak, but turned to look at Song Fengchen.
Song Fengchen didn't know if the food here was expensive or not. He only knew that a catty of buckwheat noodles cost a dime these days, and one yuan could buy sixty catties of sweet potatoes.
He thought for a while and said, "The polished rice and white flour each cost 30 catties."
Boss Zhao smiled even more.
Song Fengchen looked at the milk powder and canned fruit on the shelf. Before he could ask, Boss Zhao said directly, "Twenty-one cans of nutritional milk powder, and four yuan each of canned oranges."
Song Fengchen touched the banknotes in his pocket.
can not afford.
Still poor!
Boss Zhao said again: "In addition to milk powder, we also have milk fans. This is not expensive, it costs four yuan a catty."
Song Fengchen: "Come a catty."
After careful planning and buying a few bottles of liquor and a small sack of vermicelli, Song Fengchen lost nearly half of his money.
He asked: "By the way, Boss Zhao, do you collect Tianma here?"
Boss Zhao was taken aback for a moment, squinting his eyes: "Accept, why not accept."
"How to pay?"
"Wet products are 18 yuan, and dry products are 80 yuan. If the quantity is large, it can be increased." Boss Zhao asked quickly: "Why, do you have the goods?"
Song Fengchen smiled, but did not speak.
Before leaving, I don't know if Song Fengchen's last few words played a role. Boss Zhao, who had refused to erase the few cents even though the boss of the Chen family slobbered before, put it in Song Fengchen's back basket with a smile. I bought half a catty of brown sugar, and only said it was a gift.
After leaving the alley, the sun is rising.
The boss of the Chen family looked at the things in Niucheshan, and suggested: "Uncle San, let's go eat first and go back later. There are so many things, it would be too ostentatious for the villagers to see them."
"Okay." Song Fengchen nodded.
?He ran to the state-run restaurant and ate a bowl of rice noodles with minced meat. Song Fengchen was satisfied. Before leaving, he thought about it and asked the waiter to help pack seven meat buns, the money and food stamps paid by the boss of the Chen family.
?He stopped and stopped all the way, and when he returned to Yuexi Village, the sky had completely darkened.
"Move the rest to the cowshed." Song Fengchen kept half of the rice and half of the vermicelli for himself.
"Okay." The boss of the Chen family put down the bowl, wiped the water from his mouth, and waited for Song Fengchen to lock the door and get back into the ox cart.
When we arrived at the place, the boss of the Chen family helped to move the things out of the car. Song Fengchen knocked on the door, and Zheng Dehui came out with a sad face: "Brother Song."
"Mr. Zheng." Song Fengchen asked, "What's wrong?"
"Shu Jian has a fever." Zheng Dehui glanced at the boss of the Chen family.
"What?" Song Fengchen frowned slightly.
After entering the room, I saw Xu Shujian lying on the bed with a wet cloth on her forehead, she had already passed out.
Song Fengchen put his hand on his cheek, which was very hot.
He remembered the scene he saw by the river half a month ago, and frowned.
The boss of the Chen family said immediately: "I'll go to the clinic to get the medicine."
The cramped and dark space made people panic. Hearing the intermittent panting and coughing, Song Fengchen said, "Otherwise, send Xu Shujian to me. My house is big and I have a spare room, so it's easy to take care of me. If you keep her Here, I am also worried that it will make you sick, what do you think?"
Zheng Dehui looked at Xu Junmin.
Xu Junmin stared at Song Fengchen for a long time, then sighed and said, "That's okay, I just need to trouble Brother Song." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com)"What?" Song Fengchen frowned slightly.
After entering the room, I saw Xu Shujian lying on the bed with a wet cloth on her forehead, she had already passed out.
Song Fengchen put his hand on his cheek, which was very hot.
He remembered the scene he saw by the river half a month ago, and frowned.
The boss of the Chen family said immediately: "I'll go to the clinic to get the medicine."
The cramped and dark space made people panic. Hearing the intermittent panting and coughing, Song Fengchen said, "Otherwise, send Xu Shujian to me. My house is big and I have a spare room, so it's easy to take care of me. If you keep her Here, I am also worried that it will make you sick, what do you think?"
Zheng Dehui looked at Xu Junmin.
? Xu Junmin stared at Song Fengchen for a while, then sighed and said: "That's okay, I just need to trouble Brother Song." (Remember this site's website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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