Siheyuan: I tied a stick and went to the countryside

Chapter 14 The Pigeon Market
The nearest pigeon market to Huang Bin is in an earth temple past Gulou East Street. The original temple has been demolished, so there is just a place to set up a stall.

After so many years of development, the current pigeon market has become quite large in scale. Right now, the higher authorities are turning a blind eye to such small-scale transactions.

According to Yan Bugui, no one has checked for a long time at this time, so you can trade with confidence and boldly. He also introduced a person who can buy food coupons, nicknamed Hou San.

This is the first time for Huang Bin to enter the pigeon market. The small courtyard is full of small stalls, illuminated by windproof lanterns, and they are all small flames, which can only illuminate the area in front of them.

There are baskets or wattle baskets on the stalls, which contain food, chickens, ducks, geese, rabbits, etc. There are also various daily necessities, such as alarm clocks, benches, scissors, kitchen knives, and some people sell old clothes and leather shoes.

Everything that can be seen in daily life is sold.

Everyone wore handkerchiefs or scarves, like road-cutter bandits.

Of course, Huang Bin also put on a gauze mask, otherwise it would be bad to be seen by acquaintances.

This time it was mainly to buy food stamps, so Huang Bin searched inside directly, and soon found the target, a thin and bald man.

There is a messenger bag on his chest, and he holds a few tickets in his hand. It seems that he is selling tickets.

Huang Bin walked up to him and asked in a low voice, "Comrade, are there any national food stamps?"

"Yes, 2 cents a catty, how much do you want?" Hou San asked.

Huang Bin asked: "Is there a 100-jin one?"

"Yes." Hou San said that he was not in a hurry to get the ticket, but waited for Huang Bin to get the money first.

Knowing the rules, Huang Bin took out 25 yuan and handed it over before the other party brought out the receipt.

Then Huang Bin asked: "How much does a catty of cotton tickets cost?"

"This is one yuan per catty." Hou San replied.

Good guy, Huang Bin is used to things that cost a few cents a catty in this day and age. Rice is usually 1 cents a catty, and white flour is 4 cents a catty.

At this time, cotton can be as high as 1 yuan and 6 cents a catty. Money is not enough, and cotton tickets need to be bought. A ticket costs 2 yuan. In total, a catty of cotton can be bought for 6 yuan and [-] cents.

But right now I don't know when I will leave, Huang Bin just sighed, took out a big black stone, and directly bought 10 catties of cotton tickets.

Although Huang Bin wanted to buy more, he knew he had to keep a low profile. It already cost 35 yuan, so he went straight out of the pigeon market.

Then I ran to the second pigeon market and bought a 25-foot cloth ticket for ten yuan, a 50-jin local food ticket in the capital, and a [-]-jin coarse grain ticket.

This one is cheaper, fine grain is 7 cents a catty, coarse grain is [-] cents a catty.

After this process, it cost 62 yuan, and Huang Bin still had 650 yuan in his hand.

It wasn't that Huang Bin didn't want to spend too much, but he was really worried that if he spent too much at one time, he would be missed by those who cared about him. If he provoked someone he shouldn't, it wouldn't be beautiful to sneak up on him from behind.

The next morning, Huang Bin packed up his things at home after eating, preparing those things that need to be taken away, and Huang Bin will gradually pack up the things that cannot be taken away and put them in the space for storage.

You must know that if Huang Bin is the only one at home, if he is away for a long time, many things will be rotten and damaged.

At this time, there was no rental market, and the house could not be rented out. Besides, the winter in the Northeast is relatively long, and everyone has nothing to do. Maybe they can ask for leave and come back. If they rent it out, there is no possibility of returning.

Huang Bin, Yan Jiedi, and Yu Li were washing clothes in the yard when they saw Aunt Cai, the director of the neighborhood committee, come in with a black leather bag in her hand.

The neighborhood committee system has been implemented since 100 years. According to the terrain, 300 to 30 households generally form a neighborhood committee. There are more than [-] neighborhood committees in Jiaodaokou Street.

It is impossible for the director of the street to come forward to solve the problems of those little things.

The director of the street is equivalent to the secretary of a township, how can he solve trivial matters every day.

Even the director of the neighborhood committee is equivalent to a village head, who manages thousands of people.

Yu Li is already a woman in her 30s, she raised her head and said with a smile, "Aunt Cai is here, what's the matter?"

"I'm doing laundry. I'll check with the Jia family in your middle school." Aunt Cai said with a smile.

Yu Li snorted, and when she heard that it was about the Jia family's affairs, she didn't talk too much. After chatting casually, Aunt Cai went into the yard.

Yan Jiedi asked: "Wenwu, what do you think Aunt Cai can do with the stick family at this time?"

Huang Bin just dropped the report letter last night, and Aunt Cai came over this morning. It must be that his report letter has had an effect, but this matter cannot be discussed.

Pretending to be confused, he said, "If you want to know, why don't you go and have a look?"

"I'm not going. The old woman is at Sister Qin's house. There must be no good for Aunt Cai's visit."

Jia Zhang's slapstick behavior is not only famous in the courtyard, but also in the whole hutong. Aunt Cai has worked in the neighborhood committee for 20 years and knows the situation of Jia's family very well. It's not going to the door of Jia's house.

Aunt Cai stood outside the door and sighed, then stepped forward to knock on the door: "Is anyone home?"

"Who is it?" Jia Zhang shouted from the room.

"I'm Lao Cai from the neighborhood committee, I have something to ask you." Aunt Cai pushed the door open and entered.

"Director Cai is here, please sit down."

Jia Zhang thought it was something good, so she quickly asked Director Cai to sit down, poured a glass of water in front of her, and asked with a smile: "Director Cai, is there any subsidy from the superior?"

Relying on his ability to mess around, Mrs. Jia Zhang tried to get some as long as there were any subsidies or condolences in the neighborhood committee.

However, I have never done the manual work in the neighborhood committee. I am busy at home and have no time to kill it.

With Qin Huairu receiving wages for He Yuzhu, it will be even more delicious, lazy and not doing business.

"We have to wait for the subsidy. I'm here to check the situation right now."

Jia Zhang suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

"A member of your family needs to go to the countryside this year. I'm just here to check if it's the stick that needs to go?"

Both Xiaodang and Huaihua are not old enough, and they are still in school, so they have already graduated and need to farm.

Mrs. Jia Zhang was very surprised. Since when did the work of the neighborhood committee become so active, she said unnaturally, "We just need someone to go there."

The matter of Huang Bin's replacement must not be stated clearly, and it will be fine if someone goes there.

When Aunt Cai saw the report letter in the morning, she discussed it with several other members of the neighborhood committee. Although the registration deadline just ended yesterday, it would be a headache for Mrs. Jia and Zhang to make trouble, so it is better to deal with it gently.

This way of handling will not intensify the conflict, as long as the stick can go to farm, it will solve the problem of reporting this time.

If you don't deal with it positively, and wait for the street to come to your door to inquire, then something big will happen, and the board will be laid down.

So although Aunt Cai knew it well, she still came to ask politely.

"This." Mrs. Jia Zhang was dumbfounded. What should I say about this matter? I can't tell Director Cai that this is not going to go away. Let someone else do it instead.

Director Cai said: "Yesterday was the last day for registration. I checked, and no one in your family signed up. Did you remember the wrong date and forgot to sign up for the stick?"

"I remember correctly, we signed up, and the name is Huang Bin."

Seeing that Jia Zhang was dying, she was anxious to tell the truth directly.

"Huang Bin? Isn't that from the front yard? Isn't that from your family?"

(End of this chapter)