Siheyuan: Buyers get rich from hunting

The lanterns are on.

No, there was no such grand occasion in the old city at that time.

Under the dim street lights, the lights are connected in strings. Although they are not bright, they are the hope for people to travel at night.

There were not many pedestrians on the road, and Liu Ping'an rode his bicycle easily.

He did not hit his brother.

Because he remembered that the pigeon market would open in the evening, so he might as well go there to sell some things to earn some money so that he could have enough money to buy the radio.

Otherwise the day would be too boring.

The night did not stop Liu Ping'an from moving forward smoothly, and he arrived outside Pigeon City in a short while.

He hid in the alley, put his bicycle into the Lingquan space, took out a large bag of noodles, tucked it under his arm, and walked in.

The situation is difficult now, and there are still a lot of people in the pigeon market.

However, there were very few sellers, and most people were just browsing around, looking for things.

When Liu Ping'an came to the Pigeon Market for the first time, he did not rush to sell, but instead walked around the Pigeon Market.

After looking around, Liu Ping'an had some idea in his mind.

Things in the Pigeon Market are more expensive than those sold outside, but the good thing is that you don’t need a ticket.

At the same time, Liu Ping'an also saw Pan Acheng, who sold him two chickens that day. He was leaning against a tree, looking just like the cattle Liu Ping'an had seen in his previous life.

He looked around and when he saw someone approaching, he whispered, "Do you want money?"

Liu Ping'an also walked over, and Pan Acheng asked as usual.

"Want a ticket?"

“Any tickets for the radio?”

Hearing this, Pan Acheng knew that big business was coming. He said happily, "Yes," and suddenly felt that the voice was familiar.

Everyone in Pigeon City covers their face with something, and basically does not reveal their appearance.

But Liu Ping'an was not very scared.

The pigeon market is not like the black market. Although it is against the rules, the streets and police stations have no intention of banning it, nor do they have any intention of arresting anyone. Under the current circumstances, everyone is in a difficult situation.

It is normal to turn a blind eye.

Liu Ping'an followed suit and covered his face with a scarf. After all, he walked around the Pigeon Market openly.

Others might think that he was sent by the street office or police station to arrest people.

Otherwise how could it be so blatant?

Pan Acheng felt familiar with it and didn't think much about it. He had seen so many guests that he couldn't even count them.

"There's a radio ticket, but only one."

What Pan Acheng meant was that he wanted to raise the price, and his main point was that things are valuable because they are rare.

But Liu Ping'an will not tolerate this bad habit of his.

"20 yuan. If you can sell it, sell it. If not, I'm leaving."

After saying this, Liu Ping'an really turned around and was about to leave, which made Pan Acheng extremely anxious.

I'm not a brother. I haven't even said I don't want to sell it, but you just left. Are you kidding me?

"Don't worry, brother. I didn't say I won't sell it."

Pan Acheng hurriedly grabbed Liu Ping'an, and then said distressedly: "Brother, 20 yuan is too little, how about raising it to 30 yuan?"

Liu Ping'an didn't know the price either, he just shouted it out randomly.

But looking at Pan Acheng like this, it seems like he has lost.

But if you lose money, what does it have to do with me, Liu Ping'an? If you lose money, I won't make money, right?

But you can't be like this. If this person is capable, you can probably turn to him for help if you have any problems.

"How about I raise it to 25? I don't just sell radio tickets. If you have watch tickets, sewing machine tickets, etc., I'll take them too."

Pan Acheng was happy to hear this.

These days there are really few people who buy these things, after all, they can barely afford to eat.

What do you need these things for?

"Okay, okay, thank you, brother. 25 is 25, but I don't have the watch ticket and sewing ticket you mentioned at the moment."

Pan Acheng scratched his head and took out some tickets embarrassedly.

"But I have other tickets. You can buy some from me if you need them."

Liu Ping'an became curious when he saw the stack of tickets in his hand.

“What tickets are there?”

“I have all kinds of tickets here!”

Speaking of this, he was beaming with joy, counting the votes while talking.

"Excrement tickets, urine tickets, cake tickets, sugar tickets, bread supply tickets, shoe tickets, cloth tickets, coal briquettes tickets, white radish tickets, water bottle tickets, light bulb tickets..."

Liu Ping'an felt a little dizzy when he saw him talking like a running script.

My mind is full of money.

"Forget it, forget it. Give me four kinds of tickets: cakes, candies, bread, and shoes. Give me 20 of the shoe tickets."

"Okay, I'll order it right away."

Pan Acheng counted the tickets happily and calculated the bills. After a while, he had finished counting the tickets.

"Brother, the radio ticket is 25, the shoe ticket is 2 dollars each...total is 60 dollars."

Shoe tickets are not valuable. Now a pair of cloth shoes only costs 70 or 80 cents.

Moreover, the quality is good. If you save some money on it, it won’t break down even if you wear it for two or three years.

Unlike in his previous life, when a pair of shoes worth thousands broke after only one year of wearing them, people would still say that you didn't take good care of them. Who can you complain to?

Pay the money in one hand and deliver the goods in one hand.

Liu Ping'an gave him the money and took the ticket.

"Brother, I will stay here in the future. When you come, just look for me and I will give it to you directly if I have it."

Pan Acheng happily took the money and stuffed it into his underwear. Liu Ping'an nodded in disdain and turned away.

He walked around the pigeon market again, and halfway into an alley, he changed into a set of patched clothes in the space, and then wrapped his hair, like a mine thief.

The so-called cunning rabbit has three holes.

Liu Ping'an doesn't want others to discover his identity.

He found a good position, put down the flour bag, took out a chicken from it, and then took out another chicken.

Then he took out another chicken.

The old man next to you was stunned. What kind of bag can hold so many chickens?

Why didn’t I hear the rooster crow?

Liu Ping'an didn't care and filled the flour bag with rice again.

He just sat there calmly, waiting for customers to come to him.

But this kind of business is indeed not good. Although the pigeon market is not in compliance with the regulations, people inside will still shout in a low voice.

In particular, the old man who was working in the same business as Liu Ping'an was very good at doing business. He displayed all the things he had to sell and sold a lot in a short time.

"You never stop learning. How could I have forgotten?"

Liu Ping'an hurriedly opened the flour bag, revealing the white rice inside.

People passing by came over immediately.

Compared to chicken, rice is more durable and cheaper.

Nutrition is not important these days, what is important is to have enough food.

The old man next to him looked at the flour bag and rubbed his eyes vigorously several times.

"Am I dazzled? Didn't he just take out a chicken from this bag? Where did all this rice come from?"

My colleagues thought it must be because they hadn’t slept well recently.

"No, I have to go to bed early today... Forget it, I won't sell it, I'll go to bed now."

The old man was also very decisive. He stood up, took his things and walked out of the Pigeon City.

Going back to catch up on some sleep.

A group of people stood in front of Liu Ping'an and asked about the price.

At that time, the price of rice sold in the supply and marketing cooperatives was 1 cents per pound, and a ticket was required. Compared with the price of 3 cents before the difficult period, the price had increased a bit.

At the same time, rice is divided into several grades.

If the rice produced in Liu Ping'an's space is really to be graded, it would probably have to be top-grade rice.

But he didn't care whether it was special grade or not. He just wanted to sell the rice casually. There was so much rice in his warehouse that he couldn't finish it even in ten years.

At the rate of space production, it won’t be long before a hundred years appear.

"1 cents and 3 cents a pound." Liu Ping'an spoke in a hoarse voice.

"what?!"

Someone screamed and immediately covered his mouth.

He didn't think it was expensive, but he thought it was too cheap.

The price of rice went up again yesterday, by one cent, and rice coupons were required.

Here you don't even need a ticket and it's only 1 cents a pound.

If they had watched the mindless videos of Liu Ping'an in his previous life, they would have pointed at Liu Ping'an and asked if this was plastic rice.

"Young man, is it really 1 cents and 3 cents a pound?"

"Of course, will you sell it?"

Liu Ping pretended to be rude, and with his hoarse voice, it sounded quite creepy.

But the others were not angry. Instead, they rushed to pay.

I’m afraid I won’t be able to buy it.

They also brought their own bags so that Liu Ping'an wouldn't have to ask them to carry them back with their clothes.

Liu Ping'an's eyes are like a scale, and he basically sells more every time.

You want ten pounds? I'll give you more than ten pounds!

Anyway, the rice in the space cannot be eaten up, so it is better to benefit the people instead of wasting it.

In this way, the number of people surrounding Liu Ping'an did not change. One person left and another came. He sold for a full hour and his hands were sore.

“Sold out, sold out!”

He didn't even know how many kilograms of rice he sold, but estimated it was at least several hundred kilograms.

As he spoke, he shook the bag of flour and ran out of the crowd, riding his bicycle towards the courtyard.

But the people in Pigeon City seemed to be still in a dream.

They wondered if they had met a god, since how could the rice bag hold hundreds of kilograms of rice?

Liu Ping'an didn't know what they were thinking, but he wouldn't be selling things in the short term.

Liu Ping'an sold three chickens and several hundred kilograms of rice today and earned a lot of change. Even a dime is too much.

He rode his bike back to the courtyard, and the gate was still open.

The gate of the courtyard is managed by the third uncle's family. If you come back late, you have to knock on the door and ask them to open it.

There were not many people in the yard. Everyone stayed in the house early and 90% of them were asleep.

Liu Ping'an rode in on his bicycle, locked it and went back home.

He turned on the light, took out all the money from his pocket, and counted it every dime for a long time.

"I sold so many things, but it was only 70 yuan."

Liu Ping'an felt a little speechless, but he still kept the money. After all, it was the result of his own labor.

"It seems that to make money, I still have to rely on signing in to the space and selling meat to the steel mill and the herbal medicine station, otherwise the speed of making money is too slow."

Liu Ping'an was sleepy and didn't even go to boil water to wash up.

He ran directly to the small room in Lingquan Space, took a cold shower, then came out and lay on the bed.

Fell into dreamland.

In the dream, there was Qin Huairu on his left and Qin Jingru on his right.

There was a pile of food on the table in front of him. The family members sat together to eat. He was also fed by two beauties and was enjoying it very much.

Unfortunately, he woke up before anything else could begin after he had a good meal and a good drink.

Liu Ping'an opened his eyes uncomfortably and was furious when he saw the options in front of him.

"Money again?!"

Liu Ping'an chose 10 great unity cards, closed his eyes again, and prepared to continue his dream.

It might work?