Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

"Discuss this with the leaders of the factory. I think it can be bought, or it will rot slowly. The selling point is the point."

The most annoying thing about public affairs is these messy systems. Things that can be solved with a single sentence usually cannot be solved by asking many departments.

"If you can buy it, how much can you pay for a horse or a foot?"

"The money is definitely not too much, and it is only [-] cents on the ruler, but the cloth ticket will not be less than one foot."

Wan Feng nodded: "Father Xia! You can communicate with the factory supervisor in the afternoon, and take a chance to ask the main leader out for a meal or something."

At that time, it was quite corrupt to do business and have a meal.

"Okay, I'll ask you this afternoon, I think I'm [-]% sure."

"Brother Wan, why are you buying so much cloth?" Xia Qiulong's lover Xin Li asked.

"There are two girls behind us who can make clothes. I want to buy some fabrics for them to process and sell clothes. If they are sold well, they will open a clothing factory in winter or tomorrow spring, specializing in the production of clothes for sale."

Xin Li's eyes brightened: "Brother Wan, sister-in-law, I will be sick soon, and then I will just sit at home. But it's not a problem to stay at home. I also want to do some work and earn less money to ease the life at home. Burden, can my sister-in-law go to your garment factory to do something, and I can also do sewing?"

Xia Qiulong's lover had a good intention to find some work, which is understandable, but Jiangwei is more than 40 miles away from the county seat, and it is simply unrealistic for Xinli to run back and forth.

"Sister-in-law! It's not a problem for you to go to work in a garment factory, but the distance is too far, and it's too inconvenient for you to have to run back and forth. Let's do this. After we make products, you can secretly sell them in the street and earn money from them." price difference."

"Can this work? And where can I sell it?"

"Of course, I can guarantee that it is not a problem to support the family. As for where to sell it, there are many places, such as the entrance of Zhendong Market, the entrance of various factories when they are off work, any place is fine. You can carry a bag and take a piece of cloth to it. When it’s time to throw a few samples on the floor, it’s considered a stall.”

"Can you sell it?"

"Yes, definitely! If the policy is improved and the scale is expanded in the future, you will be the agent of our garment factory in the county."

This is a surprise, so that when the garment factory opens, their products will have a market in the county.

Chapter 154 Three Mice

Xinli didn't quite understand what an agent was, so it shouldn't be a bad thing after all.

After lunch, it was 12:30. Wan Feng and Xia Qiulong went out and started walking towards the farmer's market. The distance from the county hospital to the farmer's market was not too short, but it took half an hour.

In 1980, Hongya County had only one state-run farmer’s market, which was located by the Hongshui River at the east end of Hongya County. It sold various non-staple foods and foods. Of course, many of them were supplied by tickets. It's also nonsense.

For example, Wan Feng wanted to buy some meat to go back here, but that greedy uncle had yelled several times that he had a stomach-short meat disease and urgently needed timely treatment.

Wan Feng couldn't bear to just watch his uncle sacrifice like this, but Wan Feng could only watch his uncle haggard day by day without a meat ticket.

The only reassuring thing is that no matter how emaciated my uncle is, he won't die.

By the way, I will ask Brother Zhao later if he has any meat tickets to buy, even half a catty is enough.

This place is not unfamiliar to Wan Feng, he passed by this market last time when he was looking for Xia Qiulong by the river.

In the southeast corner of the market, there are some sparse residents here. It is said that these residents are the earliest residents of Hongya. Their ancestors lived here when it was only a village a hundred years ago.

Probably to take care of the aborigines in Hongya County, Zhendong Market has opened a small gate here, and there is a mottled alley in front of the small gate.

In Wan Feng's eyes, the buildings on both sides of the alley are like unearthed antiques, which contain simplicity and grandeur. Walking in the alley between the village and the market is like walking among the characters of an ancient book with ancient charm.

This quaint but not quiet alley is the black market for bills in Hongya County.

When Wan Feng walked into this alley, he frowned.

From a security point of view, this black market is not safe. Although it is close to the noisy market, the east side is the Hongshui River, and there is one less escape route in one direction. Once surrounded, the east side becomes a dead end, and there are only three sides to escape.

But this doesn't seem to have anything to do with him, he is not a ticket dealer, even if the police came to arrest him, it would be useless, now he doesn't even have a ticket on him.

From afar, I saw Brother Zhao squatting under a tree like a farmer, but his eyes were looking around furtively like a spy. When he saw Wan Feng and Xia Qiulong, he stood up and turned around without saying a word. just go.

There are still quite a lot of people in this alley. It is estimated that there are 40 to [-] people. Some look like workers, some look like professors, some look like village women, and there is a person holding a The bird cage pretends to be a dignitary from the previous court, and it is unknown what kind of bird is kept in the bird cage.

These people seemed to be very idle, but Wan Feng knew from their dripping eyes that they were all kinds of ticket dealers.

During the period, there were also some people who didn't look like ticket dealers wandering around in the crowd, as if they were looking for something.

These people don't take the initiative to sell their own things. They only do business with regular customers or businesses led by regular customers, but they are very vigilant when they see strangers.

Brother Zhao has been heading towards the depths of the alley, and has already left the bustling area of ​​the black market.

"Brother Xia! Let's put some distance away, you stay away from me and follow just in case."

There were mixed fish and dragons here, and the social atmosphere at that time was not safe, and some criminal cases occurred from time to time.

Wan Feng was worried that the two of them would be made dumplings together, so he made a suggestion.

Xia Qiulong didn't say anything, he was a few steps behind and kept a distance of more than ten meters from Wan Feng, pretending to be an idler.

If brother Zhao acts like a spy, the next person he introduces to Wan Feng is the head of the spy, and there are three of them.

These three guys nestled in a corner and they were not a good bird at first glance.

"Mice, let me introduce you to a client."

Brother Zhao introduced Wan Feng to the three spy chiefs.

One of the guys with his nostrils turned upside down looked at Brother Zhao sideways: "Zhao Le, are you kidding me, this is the big customer you said? Isn't this a kid, you gotta fool me us?"

This is despised by others before speaking.

Zhao Le quickly denied: "I said three mice, people should not be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be used in ladle kilns. Don't look down on people, maybe they are really big customers."

Wan Feng burst out laughing, Three mice!This name is too frighteningly suitable for this old man, it is tailor-made for him, if this guy's face gets into the pile of rats, the rats will probably be confused.

"Boy! What are you laughing at? I'll cut you off again." The three mice were not happy anymore.

In order not to be cut off, Wan Feng stopped laughing: "Brother! Let's stop coughing and playing when we have nothing to do. To be honest, I want to buy a cloth ticket. Do you have any?"

Sanmozi looked at Wan Feng with a grim expression: "What are you doing buying cloth tickets? Do you have money?"

Wan Feng looked around and pulled out a cloth pocket tied to the waistband of his trousers. He reached in and took out a lot of money, all ten yuan a piece without a single change.

The eyes of the third mouse were straight at that time, not to mention the eyes of the big mouse and the second mouse in the back were also straight.

This amount of money was at least a hundred yuan, and they never expected that a child could come up with so much money.

Wan Feng stuffed the money into his pocket and put it into his trousers.

"My sincerity has been shown to you, now it's time to see what you have."

Zhao Le laughed at the side: "Three mice, believe me this time, you can talk slowly, I still have business to do, so I won't be here to accompany you."

Zhao Le left, and the three mice's eyeballs rolled around.