Back to the era with space supplies

Chapter 130

Si Ningning was a little embarrassed, and said, "It's not pork, it's roast chicken and roast duck, one each... Besides this, there are also noodles and a military kettle."

When they heard that it wasn't pork, one-third of the people gave up immediately, shook their heads and left.

The remaining two-thirds of the people are still stopping, thinking about taking a look at the condition of the things first.

Si Ningning took out a roast duck from the basket, peeled off a bit of the plastic wrap and passed it forward for others to see. Once someone reached out to touch it, she immediately withdrew her hand and reminded with a frown, "You can only look at it, not touch it."

"What's the price of this chicken?" Someone asked.

"This is a duck." Si Ningning still used the same rhetoric, "One weighs three and a half to four catties. It is oiled and seasoned, and it costs three yuan without a ticket."

A small corner of the plastic film was buckled, revealing the burnt red and shiny roasted duck skin, not to mention whether it is fragrant or not, just seeing the light is enough to make people unable to take their eyes off.

Many people were very excited, but when they heard that Si Ningning didn't say anything, they all retreated immediately.

With a few catties and a few taels of mouth, and the fact that Si Ningning is different from "Brother Yang", she is a new face, so it is even more difficult to convince these veterans in the rubber factory.

Ever since, another group of people chose to evacuate.

In the end, he wanted to come here to earn a lot of money, but he only sold a roast duck and a military kettle.

The roast duck was bought together by four people.

The workers went back to work in the rubber factory, and the alley was empty. Si Ningning sighed and collected his things. He lifted the rope of the basket and was about to put it on his shoulders, when a pair of feet staring at straw sandals suddenly appeared in his vision.

She raised her head, the dazzling sunlight shone from the top of her head, and under the messy hair on her forehead were her squinted eyes.

The man called Brother Yang by the monkey head stood in front of her, looking down at her.

What?

Is this a repentance to find fault?

Si Ningning narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but he heard the other party ask in a low voice: "You still have a chicken, right?"

"..." Si Ningning nodded, "Yes."

Gu Yang asked for the leftover roast chicken in Si Ningning's hand.

Roast chicken is not as heavy as roast duck, about two catties. Si Ningning calculates according to two catties. Live chicken and duck in the market are sixty-eight cents a catty, and roasted Si Ningning sells for eight cents a catty.

This is reasonable, after all, according to the normal "investment", roast chicken and roast duck not only need to add oil and ingredients, but also remove the weight of feathers and internal organs.

Gu Yang took the roast chicken and weighed it. After confirming that there was no problem, he directly peeled off the plastic wrap, grabbed two chicken legs and handed them to the two younger brothers behind him.

Although the two teenagers behind him were tall and big, their faces were still childish, and they should be around sixteen or seventeen years old.

One of the teenagers took the chicken leg neatly, while the other shook his head and declined, "Brother Yang, I'm not hungry, save this for my grandma and sister-in-law."

"There's more." Without a word, Gu Yang stuffed the chicken leg to the boy who refused, then wrapped it in plastic wrap again, and stuffed the rest of the roast chicken into the bamboo basket around his waist. He looked at Si Ningning, "Rubber The business of the factory is not so easy to do, next time we want to sell goods, bring steelyards in advance.”

This is probably a friendly reminder.

"Thank you." Si Ningning put the money into his pocket and thanked him in a gentle manner.

Gu Yang and the others climbed over the wall and left from the alley, while Si Ningning put on the basket on his back, turned around and walked towards the main street of the town.

When I came here, I didn’t pay much attention to the sides of the alley. When I went back, I found that there was a green-painted waste station a few steps away from a corner of the alley.

The size of the scrap yard is small, and there is a rocking chair inside the door. A bald, skinny old man with a pointed head is lying on the rocking chair and shaking a cattail fan. He is indifferent to people who come and go, let alone interested.

Just looking at the green paint on the door, Si Ningning knew the reason.

What else could it be, a public meal, anyone will receive it, and no one will say a word.

Si Ningning took a look and was about to leave, when she saw the wooden planks and small tables in the room from the corner of her eye, her heart moved slightly, and she walked in.

Among the piles of tatters, the small table is exceptionally delicate, with a white lacquer top, and golden lace on the corners and legs of the table, which is a Western style in the late Qing Dynasty.

It is exquisite and luxurious, but it is a pity that the table top has been smashed into a hole the size of a fist, but it can still be used by re-nailing a board.

"To be a gentleman of the people, be a student of the people first. Old comrades, do you sell small tables?"

"Serve the people." The old man answered the quotation lazily, without even lifting his eyelids, "Wood costs two catties for a penny, and porcelain costs five cents per catty. Choose what you want, and weigh it after you have finished picking."

In terms of weight?
And, what about porcelain?
Si Ningning's eyelids twitched, is that what she thought?
The old man didn't say anything, turned the handle of the cattail fan upside down and pointed towards the room, telling Si Ningning to go in and have a look.

Si Ningning didn't scribble, put the basket at the door, and walked in by himself.

The waste station doesn't look big from the outside, but after walking a few steps inside, one finds that there is a compartment inside. The compartment is closed, with no windows and no ventilation, the light is not good, and the smell inside is also very strange.

Si Ningning also smelled a similar smell when he first came to the third team to clean up the educated youths. It was actually rat excrement and damp musty smell.

Glancing from both sides, Si Ningning took a small iron rod against the wall. She is not afraid of mice, but she thinks dust and excrement are dirty.

There are also many things in the room, such as broken drawers, rotten screens, copper basins and iron bowls, rotten porcelain pieces, and some cabinets and so on.

Some are completely dilapidated, and some things seem to be well preserved, but they have been damaged by man-made damage to varying degrees.

Most of this kind of things are "public payment", and the big men move them home for their own use, and they may be accused of hiding and being capitalist, so they are all pulled to the waste station.

Because most of them are porcelain bowls and wood things. People in this day and age don’t know anything about it. Bowls are available at home. As for wood and so on, occasionally I can’t afford coal for winter, and I don’t have enough firewood, so I will come to places like scrap yards. After shopping around, I bought some broken tables and benches and chopped them for firewood.

After all, this is much more cost-effective than buying coal.

Originally, Si Ningning just wanted to find a table to use back, but when he heard that there were still porcelains, he couldn't help being a little bit more concerned. If he wanted to find some expensive porcelain and make a fortune, that would not be the case.

However, rummaging through a pile of junk, I really hope that I will be the lucky one and find something good.

Si Ningning used an iron rod to test it, and when he came across a snakeskin bag, the contents inside collided with the iron rod and made a crisp "cracking" sound.

Si Ningning immediately put down the iron rod, grabbed the edge of the snakeskin bag, turned the bag down, and slowly poured out the contents.

The outer layer was some rotten cloth. When Si Ningning pulled it, small black particles came out of it. Along with the strange smell, Si Ningning knew that it was rat droppings.

She felt a little disgusted, and grabbed the iron rod instead of her hand, and pushed the offal away, revealing the dishes underneath.

Turn the plate upside down, and there is a square red stamp on the bottom. The light is not good, and Si Ningning can't see the age of the red stamp, but her intuition tells her that it is probably a good thing!
Si Ningning quickly turned the plate over, looked at the pattern on it, and instantly widened her eyes.

good guy! ! !
The plate is white with a circle of sapphire blue and white flowers. The blue and white lines are smooth and well-proportioned in color. Just looking at it, it feels very delicate, but the bad thing is that there is a fiery red and mighty big rooster printed on the bottom of the plate!
Si Ningning doesn't know much about antiques, but he has watched many treasure appraisal columns in the past, and has more or less a little knowledge, but there is no antique that can be matched like this.

It's too fake!

Si Ningning brought the plate upside down and brought it close to his eyes, and Si Ningning vaguely saw the words on the red stamp at the bottom: The Third Kiln Factory of Xixian County, H Province.

The veins on Si Ningning's forehead twitched, he let out a sigh of relief and put the things back into the snakeskin bag. After that, he searched a few times in the same way. He didn't find reliable porcelain, but he did find a golden spoon.

The handle of the spoon is cylindrical, with fuzzy carvings on it. Si Ningning weighed it in his hand and estimated that it weighs about 25 grams to 30 grams. If it is gold, then the whole spoon should be solid.

After finishing the order, Si Ningning stopped after getting some results, ordered a small table and wooden boards outside, and asked the old man to weigh them.

State-owned enterprises use public scales for weighing, and the national weight scale is unified, and the scale rod alone is one meter long.

The old man brought a shoulder pole, and after tying things up, he used the pole to pass through the steelyard. He called Si Ningning to carry one end together, and stretched the table and wooden boards. I wiped it for you, and it’s worth a quarter of a cent.”

The old man waved his hand, signaling Si Ningning to put down the pole, he took the pole away, and said, "Here is hemp rope, if you want hemp rope, I will tie it up for you, and you will pay an extra penny."

"Okay." Si Ningning nodded and handed over the golden spoon, "How much is this? Let's count together."

The old man bent down to tie up the table, but when he saw the golden spoon, he raised his head and stared at Si Ningning, "Fifty cents the size of gold."

Si Ningning nodded and prepared to pay, but the old man said again in a deep tone, "How many times have people swept this place, brat, let me explain it to you, this thing is full of water, it can't be real of."

These years are turbulent, but no matter what era gold is in, it is a representative of wealth. It does not mean that it will depreciate because of the chaos.

Even if it does depreciate, it is a general price depreciation, and it is impossible for gold to depreciate alone.

These things, in order to avoid suspicion, are generally not taken away by the higher authorities. They are taken to the waste station for disposal, and the real cheap ones are obtained from them. In addition to copying the house by hand, there are also some local residents who have more ideas and a little vision.

I don't know how many daring people are watching the scrap yard in the dark, waiting for new things to be delivered every month, so as to catch the first wave.

Before Si Ningning came over this month, the scrap yard had been raided by different people more than ten times. Even if there was real money hidden in it, it had already been scoured away.

Si Ningning's mind was active, and she probably understood what the old man meant, but she smiled faintly, and reached out her hand to hand over the sixty-three cents, "It's not an honorable thing, I hope the old comrade will not reveal it to the outside world."

Those who dared to come to the waste station to pan for gold, there were not many who were not ruthless. The old man of the waste station took the money, and seeing that Si Ningning had made up his mind, he didn't say anything. He waved the back of his hand to the door, indicating that Si Ningning could leave.

Si Ningning stuffed the spoon into her pocket and put it back into the space. She picked up the basket and said thanks, then she hugged the bundled table and left the door of the waste station.

After turning two turns in the alley, I faintly heard the sound of pedestrians walking and talking on the main street not far ahead. Si Ningning put down the table, looked around and wiped off the sweat from her forehead, making sure that there was no one around, she put the table away He entered the space and left the alley with an empty basket on his back.

There are a lot of materials in the space, and Si Ningning basically doesn't need to buy anything. However, most of the things are in the packaging, and there is no way to take them out directly.

Si Ningning thought about it seriously, and he couldn't take it out directly, it should be possible to process it.

It was close to three o'clock in the afternoon, and there was still a long way to go home. Si Ningning didn't dare to delay, and went straight to the supply and marketing cooperative.

Considering that the sugar that was scattered before was too eye-catching, it is okay to give it once or twice, but if you give it too much, it will not only be eye-catching, but may also cause unnecessary suspicion.

Si Ningning asked the price of fruit candies in the Supply and Marketing Cooperative, two for a penny, the kind with very simple packaging.

Si Ningning asked for fifty cents, and if he bought a hundred pills, it would be worth about two catties.

The salesperson was still Comrade Xiao He from last time. She didn't recognize Si Ningning who was disguised. After Si Ningning gave the money, she offered a transparent plastic bag about the size of Shepitai.

The plastic bag was filled with fruit candies, she scooped out two scoops with a gourd scoop, and counted them one by one in front of Si Ningning.

It's also fortunate that there are no other customers in the supply and marketing cooperative at the moment, otherwise the designated person would move his feet in a hurry (stamp his feet in a hurry).

While the salesperson was counting the candies, Si Ningning asked, "Is there any shop here?"

"No, we should go to the department store. There is a special appliance store on the corner of the first floor."

Si Ningning said "Oh" and asked again: "Are there any saws and plastic bags for sale here? The bags don't need to be too big, just the size of a palm."

"You mean brown sugar bags, right? Yes, there are five cents a pack, and a pack of twenty." The salesperson looked up at Si Ningning, smiling shyly, "The supply and marketing agency sells saw blades, iron ones, you You have to install the handle yourself when you buy it back.”

Si Ningning nodded, and said, "I want both the saw blade and the sugar bag, and the sugar bag comes in four stacks first. By the way, how much is the saw blade?"

"Eight points for the saw blade." The salesperson counted the sugar and poured it into Si Ningning's back basket, then turned around and went to the back shelf to get the sugar bags and saw blades, and chatted casually with Si Ningning during the period, "Why do you need so many sugar bags? I have a wedding at home Is it?"

"Yes, yes." Si Ningning responded perfunctorily.

The salesperson brought everything over and put it on the counter.

Not wanting to continue to circle around, or to say, not wanting to continue fabricating more meaningless lies, Si Ningning quickly made a calculation in his heart. The money for the fruit candy has already been given, and now it is only the saw blade and the sugar bag, a total of twenty-eight cents point.

Si Ningning pulled out a crumpled ten-cent bill from his pocket, counted twenty-eight cents and handed it over.

The salesperson hadn't mentioned the ticket before, and Si Ningning didn't mention it either.

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