Striving in the sixties started from Tu Hop Vien

It doesn't matter if this pigeon market used to be a place to sell pigeons, but although it is now called a pigeon market, it is a black market like a farmer's market.

It is said that Yang Qinggang and Silly Zhu finished drinking, and it was about ten o'clock in the evening.

"Let's go, brother, the road is a little far, and the market will soon disperse if you don't go there. Silly Zhu wiped his mouth and stood up. "By the way, you can bring more money.

Yang Qinggang patted his trouser pocket, "Let's go, then, the money is all with you."

Yang Qinggang almost carried all his belongings with him, anyway, there was a system space, and he was not afraid that he would not be able to fit it.

The two of them walked to the vicinity of the small archway alley, and there were two people standing at the mouth of the alley, one tall and one short and fat, looking at it from a distance, I thought it was the two gods.

Before Yang Qinggang and Silly Zhu reached the entrance of the alley, they were stopped by one of them, "Hey, what are you two doing?"

Silly Zhu said as if to a code.

"You two follow me", Humpty Dumpty didn't say much, and greeted Gao again: "You stay here first, and I'll take someone over."

Humpty Dumpty took Yang Qinggang and Silly Zhu all the way to the side of Zhihua Temple, gave each other a cigarette and said "more forbearance" and went back to duty, there

was a length of about 100 meters on the side of the temple wall, which was crowded with large and small stalls. From rice and white flour to the antiques of the so-called "war Han", it can be said to be all-encompassing. However, most of the stalls still buy agricultural and sideline products, and the stall owners do not sell, just sit quietly smoking cigarettes or whispering with the stall owners next door, waiting for customers to come to the door.

"It would be nice if my gold finger was a sign-in stream," Yang Qinggang thought regretfully, "This can also resell some resources." "

Brother, don't be stunned, go your separate ways, I'll see if there's anything I can buy" Silly Zhu greeted and acted separately with Yang Qinggang.

Yang Qinggang doesn't know any antiques, and he doesn't lack food, so he focuses on the bicycles and watches he needs to go to work. However, he also found that in the best position of the stall in this pigeon market, there were obviously people with guys, and the stalls were filled with scarce items such as canned beef and radios.

"Hey, brother, do you have any bicycles for sale?" Yang Qinggang asked the boss as he walked over to the stall.

"I don't have a bicycle, do I want a bicycle ticket?" the stall owner stretched out his hand and compared to eight, "I don't want you much, eighty."

Yang Qinggang shook his head, eighty yuan plus one hundred and fifty yuan to buy a bicycle, this is two hundred and three, and there is a total of 1,800 yuan left in his pocket.

"Brother, you have been a soldier, right?" The stall owner looked at Yang Qinggang's tall figure and walked a little like a soldier: "This way, the bicycle ticket is still eighty, but I will give you five canned beef, let's make friends."

Yang Qinggang still shook his head: "How do you sell this canned beef?" Now

most of the farming is still manpower and animal power, and mechanization has not yet been popularized, beef is a rare thing at this time, and Yang Qinggang has not eaten it for a long time, and Yang Qinggang is also greedy.

"Canned beef is 2 pieces a can, canned pork is 5 pieces a piece. "

At this time, the pork will also cost seven cents and eighty-one pounds, and it will also require meat tickets, and it is not expensive to double the canned food.

"Bring me five beef and three pork. Yang Qinggang said.

"Benefit, a total of fourteen pieces five. The boss picked out eight cans from the canvas bag in the back and handed them over.

"Brother, this thing is the most complete in this pigeon market, if you want to buy anything in the future, come here at any time, I am there every night." Saying that, the boss raised his eyebrows: "When you want to eat some canned food, compressed biscuits or something, come to my brother to buy it, it is guaranteed to taste the same as what you ate when you were in the army."

Yang Qinggang also raised his eyebrows, and understood that this person had a relatively obscure purchase channel, and eighty percent was the white glove of a character.

Yang Qinggang turned around again, bought a Western-style grandfather clock that had broken for five yuan, and planned to go back to repair it to see if it could be used, and it would look good if it could not be used as an ornament.

Just as I was looking for the stupid pillar, I saw that he had already come over with a box.

"Look, brother, yes. Silly Zhu smiled and approached the box to show Yang Qinggang.

Yang Qinggang really didn't reflect what it was for a while, a bunch of wires and a diode in a circle.

"Radio! It's only sixty yuan, the boss said it was brand new, and there was no need to put batteries, but there was no brand, so it was sold to me cheaply" Silly Zhu couldn't close his mouth with a smile, "A Yellow River brand radio in the store costs 95 yuan, I have long wanted to buy it, and I have not been willing to give up."

Yang Qinggang looked at the box carefully, isn't this an ore radio?

The ore radio is the simplest radio receiving tool, there is only one tuning loop in it and can only receive short-range radio signals, the radio in the arms of the stupid pillar, it is estimated that the most expensive accessories are estimated to be the diodes and high-impedance horns inside. It's so special that it sells for sixty yuan, which is the price of 80 catties of pork, and you can buy more than a dozen old hens that lay eggs.

Yang Qinggang looked at Silly Zhu's happy appearance, but he didn't say anything, but he thought in his heart that if there was a chance in this business, he could do it.

Coming out of the small archway alley, Yang Qinggang and Silly Zhu walked briskly, and they turned a few corners on the road, making sure that no one was following, so they went straight to the courtyard.

Wandering on the road in the middle of the night, and visiting the pigeon market, once caught, it is not good, and maybe he will be charged with speculation.

But fortunately, there was no danger all the way back to the courtyard, at this time there was no light in the courtyard, and the two of them walked lightly into the second courtyard, and the stupid pillar waved his hand to Yang Qinggang, and went back to the house to fiddle with his newly bought radio.

Yang Qinggang returned to the room, put the cans in the satchel in the system space, washed his face with a basin of water from the water tank, scrubbed his body, and began to think about what his shortcomings were at work.

I still have to go to the state-run store, I have to buy new toiletries, and I have to buy two ready-to-wear clothes, and that's it. You also have to go to the commission store, after all, you don't have a bicycle ticket.

Yang Qinggang packed up his body, changed into a hurdle vest and began to study the Western table clock he had just bought in the pigeon market.

He poured a small half bowl of kerosene out of the kerosene jar and dismantled the clock. The movement was full of sludge and the winding spring was broken. Pick out the delicate and fragile parts of the movement and watch hands, first soak them in kerosene, then wet them with a broken rag, and rub the wooden frame of the table clock fiercely.

It didn't take long for the shell and movement to be cleaned up, and Yang Qinggang was not in a hurry to assemble it, waiting to go to the store tomorrow to buy a clockwork and install it to see if it could be used.

Yang Qinggang looked at the dusty sewing machine in the corner of the wall, and then looked at the table clock parts on the table, and laughed nervously.

I didn't expect that I had just come a few days ago, and there were two turns of "three turns and one ring", and I would go to the store tomorrow to buy a bicycle, get some radio parts, and assemble an ore radio.

Yang Qing just finished cleaning up and slept in his clothes.

He slept soundly here, but the three housekeepers in the courtyard had their own worries tonight.

"Lao Yi, go to sleep, you don't sleep in this black light, why are you sitting there?"

"Isn't this old Yang in our hospital gone, you see that his Yang Qinggang has a good brain, and he is also energetic, and he will have a formal job soon, and there is no burden at home, I don't know if he can let him take care of our old age, this stupid pillar is getting older and more mixed, and he is getting older. Yi Zhonghai said in the dark.

Aunt Yi sat up on the bed with her arms propped up, "This Qinggang doesn't look like a good match, can

you do it?" "When do you see him and talk to him more, and have time to help him clean up the house." People's hearts are long, he originally had no mother, and suddenly he had no father, be kind to him, can he still ignore us after a long time? Okay, that's it, sleep!" The

second uncle was also thinking about this Yang Qinggang, he was thinking about whether to win him over, tonight he saw Yang Qinggang talking and pulling out the chicken thief, if he let him do him a favor and bring down Yi Zhonghai, wouldn't the position of the first uncle in this courtyard be his own.

As soon as the third master finished the meeting, he told his own boy and a girl that he should not provoke Yang Qinggang, this person is wilted.

Yang Qinggang's snoring sound here was shocking, and he didn't take the group of people in the courtyard to heart at all, and his pattern was not in this small courtyard.