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

Chapter 140 The Mysterious Dumb

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20 yuan can make Wang Huozhang turn a bad thing into a happy event, and the price is really not high.

As for the help to recruit Han Xiaokang's cousin Liu Hongdong as the animal guard of the Wujiazhai production brigade?

This will not cost Wang Huozhang half a dime.

On the contrary, through this move, the production brigade of Wujiazhai can get a skilled and hard-working animal guard, and can get unanimous praise from the cadres and members of the Wujiazhai production team.

Therefore, promoting Liu Hongdong, not only did he not lose to Wang Huozhang, but he also gained a lot of praise.

Why wouldn't he be happy with a win-win situation?

When Wang Huozhang, the head of the animal husbandry station, took the manuscript and left happily, Han Xiaokang immediately packed up the letter paper and pen.

He stood up and was about to leave the office of the food service agency.

Unexpectedly, Fatty Qian and the pockmarked man came in one after the other, so frightened that Xiao Lang Pingping let out an "Ugh" and got between Han Xiaokang's feet at once, his chubby body couldn't bear it. Live trembling.

There was a wolf-killing aura on the mute, and the little wolf felt a little scared out of instinct.

Yao Xiaokang bent down and stretched out his hands to hold him in his arms by the back of his flat neck, which made the little wolf feel more at ease.

"Ah ah ah!"

The mute first smiled at Han Xiaokang, squeezing the craters on his face into a pile, "Hey, sell, skin."

It turned out that the pockmarked man had already sold out the wolf meat, and now he was coming in with the wolf skin, ready to sell it to Fatty Qian.

Han Xiaokang was about to leave, but was grabbed by the mute: "faint."

points, money?
Because the mute's tongue was so short, he could only speak in that breathy tone, which made his pronunciation inaccurate.

However, Han Xiaokang can generally guess what he is talking about.

According to the rules of hunting in the mountains, whoever sees it has a share.Moreover, the gunshot wound on the hind leg of the wolf sold by the mute was originally caused by Han Xiaokang.

That's why the mute can successfully kill the lame wolf, so it's only natural that he plans to give Han Xiaokang some money.

Rules are rules.

When Fatty Qian took out 25 yuan, the dumb man borrowed the money with a smile, but he couldn't count it, and handed it to Han Xiaokang.

It made Han Xiaokang very surprised: this guy is too generous, right?

The big bad wolf was not small in size, and it was estimated that after disembowelling and removing the head and tail, the final wolf meat might weigh more than 20 catties, and it could be sold for about 30 yuan.

Now the mute gave Han Xiaokang all the 25 yuan for the sale of wolf skins. After all, he really took advantage of it.

Han Xiaokang took the money.

After thinking about it, he took out 15 of them and handed them back to the dumb. After all, it was the dumb who did more to capture the wolf.

more importantly,
Han Xiaokang had a hidden worry in his heart: the pockmarked man in front of him, despite his humble smile, Han Xiaokang, who has read countless people, has already seen a trace of the ferocity of the past from the depths of the opponent's eyes!

It belongs to a kind of ferocity that can easily make people feel cold from the cracks in their bones!
Han Xiaokang would never believe that the dumb man in front of him had never seen blood on his hands, and few lives were planted on his hands. Moreover, this so-called sighting of blood was not hunting, but
I heard that tigers that have eaten humans and worms that have not eaten humans look at humans differently.

The fierce light in the depths of the mute's eyes is now very faint.

It may be because of years of deliberate suppression, or because of the cruel reality of life, it is almost worn out.

But there are still some leftovers.
This directly led to Han Xiaokang's intuition: the mute in front of him is definitely a person with a story!
And this dumb person should be quite capable.
It was only because the last time I shot and fought in the wilderness, there was no trace of other people's activities around me at that time.

But the mute knew that the gunshot wound on the wolf's leg was done by himself.

This incidates that,

At that time, he was hiding near him, or standing on a certain mountain top, condescendingly witnessed himself shooting wolves in the wilderness.
He was able to hide his whereabouts so well that he was not spotted by the clever Duo Heping?
Therefore, Han Xiaokang can basically conclude that the pockmarked and dumb man in front of him is definitely many times stronger than himself in surviving in the wilderness!
When encountering such a master of survival in the wilderness, even if you can't become friends with the opponent, you must never become enemies.

Otherwise, it would be too dangerous to step on a horse!

That's why Han Xiaokang, with the idea of ​​forming a good relationship, would rather return more than half of the money to the other party, rather than let the mute have any ill will towards him.

only.
Seeing Han Xiaokang handing over the money again, the dumb man's expression darkened, as if he had been humiliated: "Ah, ah!"

His eyes were bloodshot quickly, like a tiger whose tail was stepped on, and his face suddenly became ferocious!
"Xiaokang, just accept it."

Fatty Qian pulled back Han Xiaokang's hand holding the money, "Mute is very stubborn! No one can change the decision he made."

After Han Xiaokang put the money into the satchel, the mute put away his fierce look, and then gestured to Fatty Qian "Ahhhhh".

Fatty Qian took out a stack of bills from his pocket, dipped in his saliva, and counted some cloth and oil bills for the mute.

That guy just grinned, patted Han Xiaokang on the shoulder, turned around and left.
Wait until the mute is far away.

Han Xiaokang turned to ask Fatty Qian, "Director, do you know him? Where is he from?"

Fatty Qian shook his head first, "I don't know where he is, but I know he lives in the mountains. I'm very suspicious. This guy may not even have a registered permanent residence."

It has not been many years since we have just entered the new society, because many places in Bashu have high mountains, dense forests and few people.

In some places, it takes two days to walk to buy even a catty of salt.

Therefore, it is not uncommon for some mountain people who live in the deep mountains to be naturalized.

Even if they have heard about the great changes that have taken place outside the mountains, some people are still indifferent to it.
They may feel that no matter what year it is, it will not affect their family, who continue to cultivate themselves in the deep mountains and old forests.

Although there is no quota supply of fuel tickets, cloth tickets, and sugar tickets without registration.

But what does that matter?

It's only 2 taels, 8 cents and 3 gas tickets a month, those mountain people who really live deep in the mountains.

When they went out of the mountain, they had to walk back and forth for 4 or 5 days!With that effort, he could squeeze out the oil himself.

The coarse cloth is spun by themselves, and the herbs are picked by themselves. If they are seriously ill, they will find a cave to lie down and wait for death.
Truly isolated from the world and self-sufficient as much as possible, what they believe in is a person who is born, raised, and reaped.

Therefore, it is not surprising that many people do not have a registered permanent residence. Even in every census in later generations, there are still many people without registered permanent residence!
What's more, it is a period when there are more illiterate people than literate people.

See Han Xiaokang asking after him.

Fatty Qian then nodded again, "I know him, so I know him, anyway, I have dealt with the mute for quite a few years.

In the past, he would come to me from time to time to sell some pheasants, wild rabbits and wild mountain mushrooms, Gastrodia elata, and he also sold me.
Obviously, if you take it to the buying station and sell it, you can sell it for a few cents more per catty, but he has to sell it to me! "

Fatty Qian smiled wryly, "It seems that there is no one else who can be trusted by the mute in the entire Zhenxing Street. It's just that in the past two years, the number of trips that the mute has gone out of the mountain has become less and less. It's his wife who comes to me more a bit more."

So it sounds, the dumb before is really a bit strange.

Han Xiaokang secretly decided: one day, if he finds an opportunity, he must go to the wooden house in the small forest in the wilderness again, so as to find out the details of this guy.
After all, Aju's cabin is actually not too far away from the mute's residence.

It's a bit uneasy to have such an unknown guy living there next to him.

Never mind Fatty Qian, Han Xiaokang wants to buy some rapeseed oil first.

Then after buying the oil, go back to the catering service agency and have some casual meals. Han Xiaokang is going to visit the "Zhenxing Brewery" in the afternoon.

On the way, you can also go to the housing management station of the district office and ask someone, if you want to buy back that empty house, how much will it cost?
Just do it!

Anyway, Zhenxing Street is so big, and the oil press room is not far from the catering outlets. Han Xiaokang came to the oil workshop with a shotgun on his back.

The oil factory is not far away, but because today is the market, many members of the production team want to buy the fixed amount of rapeseed oil by the way.

So there are quite a lot of commune members queuing at the door of the oil room.

The sharp-eyed Han Xiaokang noticed that the dumb man was also holding a pottery bottle, and was squeezed into the queue.

Since the big guys are basically wearing blue and gray clothes, it's really hard to tell the dumb guy standing inside.

look far away,
The commune members lined up in front of them, although they said that they had already worn the best and most decent clothes at home.

But in fact, at first glance, let alone describe it as ragged, it is a bit. One has to wonder, is this a gang of beggars queuing up to give out porridge?

This oil workshop is a brick and wood structure building with a detachable wooden store in the middle and brick columns on the left and right of the door.

And on the brick pillars,

Using gypsum and bristle hair, each made a couplet like a woodcut couplet.

Written in bright red paint on the left:

"Sufficient amount, a drop of oil for many people",
On the right is: no more, no less, don't let the public suffer.

Horizontal batch: good oil

And on the white wall inside the store, there are also a few slogans painted with red paint:

"Squeeze more oil, squeeze better oil, let the masses live a prosperous life."

Another promotional slogan is: "Treat people politely, try your best to make your smile more innocent than vegetable oil; serve warmly, and strive to keep your attitude as warm as the spring breeze"

"Oh!"

The female salesperson in the oil room put the empty glass bottle in her hand on the big wooden board, "Next!"

"Hey, here we come."

When it was the little girl's turn to come forward to pump oil, she quickly stepped forward with the oil bottle in hand, "Niang Niang."

"Which one is your lady?!"

The female salesperson permed her curly hair, which is very fashionable and rare at present. This hairstyle would make people look old.

I saw her roaring fiercely, "Don't shout indiscriminately, people will hear you and think we are really related!
When I met someone with a narrow mind and a long tongue, I thought I secretly gave you a few drops of oil! "

"Uh, Comrade salesperson, I, I'm going to do oil." The little girl was so frightened that she almost dropped the glass bottle in his hand.

"Bring it!" The female salesperson stretched out her hand.

"Here" the little girl trembled, and passed the glass bottle tied to the mouth of the bottle with a thin rope across the wooden counter.

"What are you holding?!"

The female salesperson glared at her, "Gas ticket!"

The little girl was so frightened that she quickly took out a piece of uncle's handkerchief from her pocket, and opened it layer by layer.

Carefully, from the innermost layer of the handkerchief, he took out two "Certificates of Quota Supply of Cooking Oil for Urban and Rural Residents in Zhenxing District of Fushun County" and handed them over.

The little girl in front of the line was like a frightened puppy, being drunk like that.

Han Xiaokang, who was standing at the tail of the team, clearly saw the mute with his head bowed and his appearance covered by a straw hat.

At this time, the hand holding the oil bottle had bulging veins, like black earthworms wriggling under the skin.
This guy!
Looking at his posture, this is the rhythm of preparing to violently hurt people.

Han Xiaokang couldn't help but concentrate on his guard, ready to make a move at any time to prevent the mute from standing up for the little girl.

You know, the consequences of daring to openly beat the public are really serious.

The trees in the courtyard of the district office are not just used to tie dogs and thieves
While Han Xiaokang was on alert.

女营业员嘴里的音调，总算放缓了一些，“买5两6钱6菜籽油？总共4毛1分31，四舍五入，拿4毛1过来。”

Rapeseed oil is 7 cents per catty.

The fact that the salesperson was able to accurately calculate the price in such a short period of time was not because of her strong mental arithmetic ability.

Practice makes perfect.

Because everyone's quota of rapeseed oil is 2 taels and 8 cents per person.

How much oil is used for each customer, and how much should be charged?The female salesperson has long memorized these numbers by heart
Collect your money and gas tickets.

The female salesperson glanced at the face value on the fuel ticket impatiently, and took the change handed over by the little girl.

Then he pulled the oil bottle over, and then pushed it out again: "Open the cap yourself! If I open the bottle cap for everyone every day, my fingernails will be scratched. Really!"

The little girl trembling slightly opened the rubber cap on the glass bottle, and then put the bottle on the counter with eyes full of apprehension.

The salesperson turned around.

Take the oil raisins from a huge pottery jar, first use 5 taels of bamboo oil to extract, hook a spoonful of rapeseed oil.

When all the oil is put into the bottle, the problem arises: what container should be used to measure the remaining 6 money and 6 rapeseed oil?
However, this female salesperson is fierce, but her business skills are still well practiced.

I saw that she took out a bamboo raisin of 1 tael size again, shook it in the oil tank, and more than half of the rapeseed oil was drawn out.

Then scrape the oil raisin on the mouth of the big tank to prevent the rapeseed oil stuck on it from dripping out of the tank.

"Here, look after you."

"Is there more than half of the oil in it?"

The female salesperson stretched out the grapes in front of the little girl, and asked the other party to evaluate whether the oil she used was enough?

This little girl from the rural production team, how does she know these things?

Just nodded mechanically.

But a middle-aged woman with skinny cheeks standing behind her objected to this, "Yaomeier, take a good look at that oil raisin, it seems that the portion is not enough, it's only a little past the middle "

"Bam—"

When her professional skills were challenged, the female salesperson was furious: "Your tongue is really long enough! Why don't you come?!"

After taking pictures of the counter, the female salesperson suddenly threw the oil rasp in her hand back into the oil tank. , My hands are shaking and I can’t pump oil.”

The salesgirls sitting at the counters are on strike.

This time!
The commune members standing on the side of the street and queuing under the scorching sun quit, and someone immediately thought the woman was meddling, "Oh, now! I don't know when we have to wait, who told you to talk too much."

Among the other people in line, there may be acquaintances of the woman.

At this time, he immediately stood up to support her, "Why is this talkative? The masses have objections to the amount of rapeseed oil, why can't they ask?"

"Ask me, ask me a fire shovel! Will the official family take advantage of our bitter haha?"

"That's right, I don't even look at other people's walls. What is Hong Yanyan writing?"

There was a quarrel among the crowd, and the mute's shoulders, which were ready to go, relaxed accordingly.

This reassured Han Xiaokang a lot.

(End of this chapter)