Reborn in the fiery age, I am a salted fish in the mountains

Chapter 135 Going to the Pigeon Market Again
Hearing the figure jumping out from the darkness, he lowered his voice and said softly, "How about the wind on the earth?"

Fatty Qian laughed, "Be careful I spank your ass!"

The man was taken aback: "Uh, it's money, but you can't play tricks on me like this."

Fatty Qian didn't take it seriously, "I said Liu Gongsi, you clearly know that I only have a high school education, and I haven't graduated yet. It's just a certificate of completion, but you come to test my ancient poems every day? You Still being unreasonable, don't you want to show your face?"

The man smiled and said, "This is the tortoise's butt and tortoise's back. I have a way to ask? Besides, my name is Liu Heying, why do you always call me Liu Gongsi?"

Fatty Qian muttered, "Who told you to let go of a good official family member, but come here to be an unsightly waste? Since you used to be a public family member, and now you are a private person, then I will call you Liu Gongsi , isn't it just right?"

"I don't want to talk to you about these bastards! It's like oil is on the skin of the mouth, it's slippery."

The man waved his hand, "Let's follow the rules, and the next sentence is 'recalling the past and the long years'. Fatty! I warn you, if you talk nonsense again, I really won't let you in today."

Fatty Qian frowned, "Ma Ma Pi, what kind of son of a bitch found these poems in a book, it's quite rare."

"One month, only supply 2 taels of 8 cents 3 rapeseed oil"

Seeing that the other party was a little angry, Fatty Qian hurriedly added, "Ahem, ahem, don't stare, what are you doing! It's right to remember blood and tears, right?"

The man was so angry that his gums almost bleed from biting, "Fill in the last sentence! How about the wind on the earth?"

Fatty Qian replied seriously, "I don't forget to help Kuma'er. I am a first-year elementary school student who has been studying for three years. Now I am doing well! I came here to buy things in half a year, and I have learned more ancient poems than I have in my life. .”

The man seemed to be called Liu Heying, and he waved his hand impatiently at this moment, "Pay the money!"

Fatty Qian honestly took out a dime and handed it over.

Liu Heying glared at him, "It's not enough, didn't you bring your companions with you? You fucking fat man, I confiscated both of your copies and it's considered good, but you still deducted the entrance fee?"

Fatty Qian refused to accept, "This little brother, he pays for his own. Hey, I said Liu public and private, I always judge the size of the bus, is there still a weight?"

"whispering sound!"

Liu Heying turned to Han Xiaokang, and snorted coldly while collecting the money, "When you go shopping in the coffin shop, try the big one without extra money, do you think it will be sold to you?"

"Don't worry, I have something to do with it, let him take care of it at a discount."

Fatty Qian seemed to like bickering with each other very much. He smiled while drilling into the woods, "When the time comes, I will buy an extra-large one. Why don't you just sneak in together, so we can squeeze?"

"Ah bah! Crow mouth."

Liu Heying spit out, "Fatty! When you go to the fresh meat section of the food station to get the goods later, say hello to that dead butcher and ask him to leave me a catty of pork belly. I have relatives at home today."

Fatty Qian laughed like a chicken thief, "I've come to relatives, go to the supply and marketing agency to buy toilet paper, menstruation belts are supplied by ticket, I really don't have this kind of ticket here."

"Hoo",
A piece of mud rubbed against Fatty Qian's shoulder and smashed hard between the branches of the tree, making another crackling sound.
When Han Xiaokang and Fatty Qian entered the woods, that guy only went to places where eels, loaches and live fish were sold.

During this period, it is not an easy task to transport live fish to the market for sale.

The main reason is that there is no good container for holding water and raising fish.

But this is not a problem for the creative masses. Believe it or not, they can still carry water and fish to sell with a load of baskets?
This kind of basket is especially finely woven when weaving, with thick bamboo strips as the skeleton, and the thin strips are very densely woven.

And when they weave, they will continue to add cotton and rag fibers to minimize the gaps between the silk.

After the baskets are woven, brush them with tung oil repeatedly.

So keep brushing oil, keep drying in the shade.

After a few months, even if the pair of baskets were filled to the brim with clean water, there would be no dripping.

When Fatty Qian saw the fish in the basket, he asked, "How much is a catty?"

The man replied, "Guys, you really know how to joke. This is a fresh grass carp I just fished out of the pond. How could it be only a few cents a catty?"

"It looks like it weighs 30 catties, and it costs 1 cents a catty. I want it all."

Fatty Qian raised his head slightly, and looked at the man with the help of the slight light in the gap between the trees, and said, "My fellow, I advise you to get rid of it earlier, right?"

The man scratched his head in embarrassment, "Guys, you can't take this kind of joke. These fish are all caught in the river."

Fatty Qian smiled slightly, "Don't tell the truth if you see it through. I advise you, it's better to go to the catering service agency to weigh it!

The pigeon market used to weigh the 1 cents, and I will help you out. Don’t delay, it will be dawn later, in case an acquaintance from your production team comes over. Hehe. "

The man hesitated for a moment, then silently picked up the burden and left!
At this point, Han Xiaokang, who was standing on the sidelines, had figured out something: the man who sold the fish definitely didn't catch the fish in the river.

He must have come out of the pond of the production team, taking advantage of the opportunity of the fish shoals bubbling in the early morning, to "swim" out of the pond.

In this period, who can still afford fishing gear to fish in the river?
This is not to say that the members of the production team are all too poor to afford chemical fiber fishing nets.

But even if they were cruel and gritted their teeth and bought a pair of fishing gear and went home, it would be equivalent to asking for a big trouble to go back: the neighbor on the left came to borrow it today, should I borrow it?

Tomorrow, the second uncle's family will send the boy over again, saying that he wants to use the fishing net, how can he evade this?
It is expensive to buy a pair of chemical fiber fishing nets, and it is easy to be scratched by dead branches and debris in the water.

If the net is used frequently, the fishing net is easily broken. If the money for buying the fishing net is allocated to 1 catty of catch, the depreciation cost of the fishing net is still very high.

Therefore, in the production team, it is actually very difficult to find anyone who has a good pair of fishing nets.

In addition to urban residents, their monthly supply of rapeseed oil is only 2 taels and 8 cents 3. How can there be extra oil for fish to eat?
But if there is no oil, the fishy smell of these fresh fish is difficult to get rid of.

In addition, if you go down the river to catch fish, it will take a lot of energy. As a result, the fish you catch may not be enough to replenish the energy you have consumed.

Over time, people develop the habit of not eating fish very much, so fresh fish in the market is not very valuable.

So for the man just now, his fish could have been sold for 1 cents to 4 cents a catty.

It's just that the thief met the second son of the stick, so he had no choice but to admit it, and 1 cents was 1 cents. If it was dawn, the man was seen selling fish here by an acquaintance of the production team.

Guaranteed that he will stand on the stage at noon.
Next, Fatty Qian will continue to buy some eels, loach and the like.

Han Xiaokang was not interested in following him for a walk, but went straight to the area where grain was sold.

Grain trading is the highlight of the entire pigeon market.

Among the mottled and shadowy forests, under the big trees, next to the small trees, and beside the bushes, there were some middle-aged people, even old men with white beards.

Each of these people stands facing the trees instead of facing people.

It's just that they are all holding something in their hands on their backs: some are holding a straw, and some are holding an ear of wheat.

Others held a piece of rice husk.

Others are holding a sorghum stalk or a sweet potato leaf in their hand.

Han Xiaokang was not interested in these grains, but came behind a person holding rice in his hand, "Is it thick or thin?"

When asking questions here, try to be as short and straightforward as possible, because this is a shady pigeon market, and everyone is more or less suspenseful in their hearts.

Who has the patience to do it slowly?
"It's both thick and thin." The man replied.

Han Xiaokang asked, "Exactly, is there 100?"

"Don't be kidding, or else."

The man turned around slowly, "Everyone knows the rules in the market, anyone who dares to make a joke about it, hehe."

In the dark, Han Xiaokang nodded, expressing that he knew the meaning of what the other party said just now, "What price?"

The man took a closer look at Han Xiaokang, "I'm a second-class man, and I sell it for 3 cents and 2 cents."

The price the other party said was a market price, neither high nor low.

The second-grade rice sold in the district grain station is 1 cents and 5 cents, but as we all know, you need the "Grain Supply Certificate for Urban Residents" to buy it.

If you don't have a supply certificate, you can buy cheap food at the food station's store with food stamps.

If you don't have these two things, you can only come to the pigeons to buy high-priced food.

Han Xiaokang said, "Let's count 1 point less, after all, I bought this from Cheng Zong, which is much more carefree than you who bought 8 catties for this one and 10 catties for that one."

The man smiled slightly, "Little brother, you don't have to bargain with me, I'll just weigh Wangwang for you when I weigh it later."

After the two agreed on the price.

Then Xiang followed out of the woods, and the man made a gesture that others could not understand towards Liu Heying who was hiding in the dark.

Then Liu Heying came over, followed Han Xiaokang and that man without saying a word, and walked towards the distance.

This style of behavior belongs to a very common rule in the pigeon market: encounter larger transactions.

The organizers of the market need to follow the two parties to pick up the goods, count the cash, and try to ensure the personal safety of both buyers and sellers.

Another point is that Liu Heying has to go with him and collect the "weighing fee".

In this way, the two parties involved in the transaction can avoid the organizers of the market and carry out private transactions.

——They have worked so hard to organize the pigeon market, so they just try to collect some melons and dates to support their family.

If everyone throws off the market organizers and all run out to make small moves, is that okay? !
(End of this chapter)