Siheyuan: I stand for Xu Damao because he is my brother

The smaller one was a little shy. When he saw someone coming, he shrank into a tight spot and curled himself up into a ball.

But the big one became arrogant. Not only was it not afraid of Xu Dacan, it also spread its wings towards him, just like King Bi Cang!

After a burst of intense cries, King Bi Cang, the hen A Bu Shi appeared in Xu Dacan's space.

It will be lost sooner or later, so instead of letting Banggeng take advantage of it, it is better to let Xu Dacan perform a magic trick for his brother.

I’ll give you a chicken today and give you five tomorrow, skr~!

Walking on the street, Xu Dacan felt like he was walking into an old yellowed photo.

As a person born in the 1980s, he thought he had forgotten many things, but when he saw this thing, he could instantly remember them again.

I have seen something like this before, at what time, in someone's hands, or at someone's home. I have a very deep impression...

Take the Beixinqiao grocery store for example, it is almost exactly the same as it was when he was a child.

However, Xu Dacan was not in a hurry to go in, but walked around for a long time first.

After this trip, he basically understood some of the rules and regulations of the current era.

For example, if you want to make money, how do you make it?

The brave ones go to the black market, while the timid ones try to steal.

All the money-making ideas in the future will bring you disaster if you use them now.

But it's not completely without opportunities. At least Xu Dacan found a way - the pharmacy.

He also accidentally strolled into Dazhalan and then remembered to visit Tongrentang.

By the way, this place name is pronounced "dà shi lànr", not "dà zhà lán"...

It’s an old pharmacy, I have to go over and check in.

It was in this old pharmacy that Xu Dacan unexpectedly discovered that someone was bringing medicinal herbs here to sell.

Tong Ren Tang has always adhered to the ancient motto that "no matter how complicated the preparation is, we must not save on labor; no matter how expensive the taste is, we must not reduce the material resources", so if you have good raw materials to sell, they will buy them, and the price is relatively fair.

Xu Dacan's mind suddenly became active.

Unprocessed medicinal materials are not commodities, and there is no unified purchase and sale; nor is there any use of supply and marketing cooperatives to exploit public loopholes, so hey, it is not illegal!

Look, isn't this a coincidence? Xu Dacan has a space, and the space can ripen five times faster...

Having made up his mind, Xu Dacan went to the supply and marketing cooperative and tore off a piece of yellow cloth. As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a mixture of sugar and a little musty.

This supply and marketing cooperative is quite large, almost as large as a medium-sized supermarket in the future.

There are a lot of goods, which can be said to be dazzling, ranging from needles and thread to bicycles and televisions.

The counters are generally very high and are designed to be out of reach of children.

There is a dedicated counter for various bulk liquids, such as soy sauce, vinegar, white wine, sesame paste, etc.

What surprised Xu Dacan was that selling cloth was still a big business in this era?

There was a constant stream of people queuing up to buy cloth to make clothes, with as many as 7 people at one counter!

Two of them are in charge of issuing invoices, two are in charge of tearing the cloth, two are in charge of collecting money and cloth tickets, and the last one is in charge of mobility and has to go wherever she is needed.

After waiting in line with the crowd for half a day and smelling enough of the scent of cloth and wool, it was finally Xu Dacan's turn.

The round-faced girl in charge of mobility asked him, "Comrade, what do you want to buy?"

Xu Dacan pointed at the shelf and said, "I want to buy a piece of yellow cloth."

"How long do you want?" The salesperson didn't even look back.

Xu Dacan thought for a moment and said, "Let's get something square to wrap things in."

Yellow cloth is still in short supply these days. Like red cloth, it is mostly used for weddings.

To wrap a bracelet, a gold item or something like that, in short, people usually buy yellow cloth to wrap valuable items.

After buying the cloth, Xu Dacan found a deserted place, took out the ginseng he had harvested this morning, wrapped it in yellow cloth, and went straight to Tong Ren Tang.

The guys in the drug store are never too enthusiastic, just like in the coffin shop. Who would come here for nothing?

He politely let Xu Dacan in and asked him, "Are you writing a prescription or dispensing medicine?"

Xu Dacan pretended to be a green hand, scratching his head and touching his ears nervously, and whispered: "I, I have some medicinal herbs, do you want to take them?"

Nowadays, even supply and marketing cooperatives have a buyback function. Residents can take eggs and other things to the supply and marketing cooperatives to sell, not to mention the pharmacy.

The guys were used to it. They thought this guy was probably collecting herbs to make money to supplement his family income.

So he asked Xu Dacan to sit down first, and he went to the back to invite the shopkeeper.

The owner of the old drugstore didn't have that kind of charm at this moment. He was dressed similarly to Xu Dacan, and focused on being simple and unpretentious.

The only difference is that this man is a fat guy with a round face, small eyes, and a double chin. When he sits there he looks like a lucky cat, otherwise how could he become the shopkeeper?

The fat man was very good at handling things. He asked his waiter to pour him a glass of boiled water and asked Xu Dacan in a friendly manner, "Little brother, what medicinal herbs are you going to sell?"

Xu Dacan pretended to be confused and took out the yellow cloth from his arms, put it on the table, and said in a muffled voice: "Look for yourself."

The shopkeeper had just untied half of the yellow cloth when he suddenly jumped up and said, "How could you do this!"

His shout attracted everyone's attention, and he quickly shouted at them with a red face: "Go and do your own thing!"

After that, he carefully picked up the things and said to Xu Dacan, "Let me talk for a moment."

When they arrived at the inner room, the shopkeeper bolted the door and personally made a cup of tea for Xu Dacan. Then he howled in grief: "What a waste! What a waste! How could you do this?"

Xu Dacan put his hands in his sleeves, folded his arms and sat on the chair, and said to him in a sarcastic tone: "How else can I wrap it?"

“Even if you take a box…”

The shopkeeper quickly realized that he had said the wrong thing, and his smile was even brighter than Wei Xiang's: "Little brother, do you know what this ginseng is?"

Xu Dacan opened his mouth and said: "My family is from the Northeast. This ginseng was picked by my father in the mountains when he was young. If it weren't for this, oh!"

He didn't finish his words but sighed deeply.

The shopkeeper only needs to know where the ginseng came from. What the young man said makes sense.

As for distinguishing the real from the fake, don't make a fuss, they are professionals in this field.

Then the shopkeeper got busy, moving the scale, the star scale, and the magnifying glass...

The purpose of exposing all these guys' affairs is to put pressure on Xu Dacan.

Ginseng weighing seven taels is considered ginseng, eight taels is considered a treasure, fourth grade is available, and fifth grade is hard to find. Many people have spent their entire lives digging ginseng in the mountains, but they still only have a rope and a stick to rely on, and in the end they are helplessly reduced to "winter dogs".