Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Wan Feng didn't know if his uncle would come to work the next day, but he took to the streets on a tractor early in the morning, and the old Liangtou's melons could still be sold for three or four days at most, so he had to seize the last time.

He can earn more than 20 yuan for a carload of melons, which was a figure that would shock countless people in 1980.

Today Wahou dispatched two carts and a brigade of tractors to deliver goods to the street, one cart pulled tiles, and the remaining cart and tractor pulled bricks.

The tractors of the brigade earn a freight of one or two cents, and it is tentatively set to pull two trips a day, each trip to pull 1000 yuan of red bricks, and there will be stevedores here.

Because the tractor ran fast, Wan Feng wanted to lead the way for it, so he took the tractor to the county hospital first.

Xia Qiulong was already waiting here, besides Liu He, there was also a middle-aged man and two young men who helped Wan Feng watch the scene yesterday.

He arranged for Liu He to lead the tractor to the construction site, and sit and chat with Wan Feng under a tree.

"I found the black market. Every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, around [-]pm to [-]pm, it's in an alley behind the farmer's market, by the Hongshui River."

"Do you need an acquaintance to take you to the black market?"

Xia Qiulong nodded: "This is the guide I found for you, Brother Zhao, this is my brother Xiaowan."

"Your brother?" The person named Brother Zhao asked suspiciously.

"Brother, let me die."

As soon as he heard the word fate, Brother Zhao, who was originally lazy, immediately became serious and then looked at Wan Feng, and his eyes also changed.

"Brother Zhao!"

"Since you are Brother Xia's brother, I will call you brother too. Brother Wan, why are you looking for the black market?"

"Brother Zhao, let's talk about what I want to buy later, I want to know what tickets are available on the black market?"

Brother Zhao didn't answer right away, his eyes were flickering.

In 1980, if you were doing business in other countries, you would turn a blind eye and turn a blind eye, but reselling all kinds of tickets would definitely be punished as speculation. It is normal for Brother Zhao to be wary.

Xia Qiulong interjected at the right time: "My brother, don't worry, my family is in the countryside and there are no messy things."

Xia Qiulong's words seemed to dispel Brother Zhao's worries.

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"Let's put it this way, you can't find all the tickets on the market in the black market, from common food tickets, cloth tickets, oil tickets, coal tickets, tofu tickets, egg tickets, vegetable tickets, soap tickets, fried dough stick tickets, and even some There are weird tickets here."

Wan Feng nodded: "I just want to distribute tickets, Brother Zhao! What is the price of distribution tickets in the Hongya black market, and how much can there be?"

Brother Zhao recalled: "Cloth tickets are a commodity with a very unstable market. The current market price fluctuates between [-] cents and [-] cents per foot. This year, the highest market price was [-] cents. At the end of last year, there was a There are records of nearly three cents. The scattered cloth tickets sold by people from the countryside have been taken away by a few people, only they have but I don’t know how many, probably not more than a thousand feet.”

Most of the cloth tickets on the black market now come from rural farmers. Farmers’ cloth tickets mainly come from the distribution of the state and some rewards at that time. An average of seven to ten feet per person a year.

This mainly depends on the cotton output of the year. If the cotton harvest is good, everyone will get a little more, and if the cotton harvest is bad, they will get a little less.

Due to the low income of farmers, usually a family does not make a new set of clothes for a year, so they will secretly take the cloth tickets in their hands to the city to sell. At the most expensive time, they can sell for more than [-] cents per foot price.

People in the city get more cloth tickets than farmers, but almost none of them are enough, and ordinary life is better. If someone’s child marries a wife, they have to start saving cloth tickets a year in advance. They can be borrowed or bought on the black market.

The black market was spontaneous at first, and gradually developed into a certain scale. Although the country's crackdown was severe, there was still an endless stream of people who took risks.

The scale of a thousand feet is really not that big. If Luan Feng processed it by himself, it would be useless, but if he wanted to open a clothing factory, it would not be easy to do with such a thing.

"Brother Zhao! Tomorrow is the 26th, which happens to be Saturday. I'll go find you at one o'clock in the afternoon and take me in to have a look."

After making an appointment with Brother Zhao, Xia Qiulong left with Brother Zhao.

Not long after Xia Qiulong and the others left, Liang Wan's carriage also arrived.

As long as you develop your own popularity in business, that is, you have your own brand effect, customers will blindly trust you, and they will flock to you and send small money to you selflessly.

Old Liangtou has been growing melons all his life in the countryside. Although he is well-known in the local area, it is definitely not as big as the brand effect created by Wan Feng in the county in just a few days. This can be seen from his sales.

In just over an hour, nearly [-] catties of melons were all sold out before ten o'clock, without any stagnation in the middle.

Back then, the most popular thing for rural people to go to restaurants was two liang of liquor and two cents for cooking. Wan Feng threw Liang Wan one yuan, which was enough for his whole family to eat and drink. As for whether this guy would leave the money and go home hungry Take it easy.

Wan Feng went home first on Yang Hong's tractor.

A few days ago, a heavy rain in the northern mountainous area filled the Biliuhe Reservoir upstream of the Yina River, which overwhelmed the dam of the reservoir, so the reservoir temporarily decided to release the flood water for half a day.

This release of water Wanfeng almost burped, if Luan Feng hadn't dragged him out with all his might, he would probably have gone to the East China Sea to be the son-in-law of the Dragon King.

This flood discharge was a disaster for Wanfeng, but it was good news for the people along the coast, because a large number of fish also flowed down the river, and countless silver carp and carp flowed out of the reservoir, flooding the Yina River. Downstream, after the water calmed down, they became the targets of people on both sides of the river, because the Na River was full of people from the upper reaches to the lower reaches.

When Wan Feng returned to the brick and tile factory, someone told him that people by the river were crazy about catching fish. As soon as he heard the news, he pushed his bicycle non-stop and rushed to the river with two baskets on his back.

At this time, he stopped at the foot of the cliff in front of the rubber dam.

The cliffs were full of people, men, women, old and young, and the voices were bustling and bustling.

Due to the depth of the water in the rubber dam, many big fish stay here and refuse to leave after being washed by the water, so the amount of fish gathered here is quite abundant.

There are many people on the shore eager to try, no matter who they are, they all pretend to be fishermen.

These fishers are not professional fishermen, so their methods are all kinds of strange.

There are those who cast nets and rods, and most of them are those who throw cannons.

The kind of gunpowder composed of one sulfur, two nitrates and three charcoals is packed in canned bottles or wine bottles, the bottle mouth is sealed with mud, a fuse less than an inch long is inserted to ignite it, and then it is thrown into the water.

The bottle explodes at a depth of about two or three meters into the water, killing fish by shock and impact.

Fishing with guns is also very particular, and the fuse must not be left too long or too short.

If the bottle is too short, it explodes before entering the water or just entering the water, which basically has the effect of firecrackers - it sounds loud.

If the fuse is left too long, the bottle will sink to the bottom, and the maximum killing effect will not be produced at all.

The optimum depth for a bottle to explode is about one to two meters.

Don't look down on this native fishing method. If there are many fish, a row of guns will be fired across the river, and the river will be full of white fish.

At this time, the eyes of people by the river are all red, and those with good water skills will go into the water to pick them up. Those with bad water skills can only do it in a hurry.

This kind of fish does not belong to whoever shoots it, but whoever catches it. Therefore, many people by the river catch it for nothing.

Wan Feng's water quality is not good, even if there are more fish in the river, he will not be jealous, but he believes that in the end, no one will have as many fish as him.

"The fish is harvested. Silver carp is three cents a catty, carp is quartered a catty, and red carp is five cents a catty. From more than five catties to less than ten catties, you can take as much as you want."

He came here to collect fish.