Chapter 8

When we got to chaihuo City, the sun was already high.

The city of firewood is on the Bank of the Hucheng river at the head of Beiguan bridge. From what year and month, people spontaneously formed a market. In addition to firewood as the main commodity, other fruits and vegetables were also sold. Even though the number of people selling was relatively small, they were secretly covering up. But selling firewood is not in the scope of speculation and speculation. It is allowed to be traded in public.

Mei Zhonghua didn't plan to come out today if the two children didn't get their scores today. In these days, people buy things according to the time. Only on the third, sixth and ninth day, can someone set up a stall and go to the market. There are few people on the other time.

As she was walking forward, Mei Xiaoran noticed that there was an old uncle in front of her. She was dressed neatly. She looked at her left and right, and her expression was not so natural. She rushed over and asked in a low voice, "uncle, what do you want?"

The man was shocked. Seeing that Mei Xiaoran was still a child, he breathed a sigh of relief, "don't talk nonsense, I I don't want anything I don't dare to talk nonsense

Mei Xiaoran knew this well. She whispered, "uncle, my brother and I both passed junior high school. My father wants to save tuition for us. What do you need?"

When the man heard this, his eyes suddenly brightened. He looked up at Mei Zhonghua and coughed. "It's so hot that it's not convenient to talk in the sun. I think this big brother must be thirsty for firewood. Let's go and have a drink."

That's a signal.

"Mei Zhonghua laughed," according to the big brother's words, let's go and have a drink. " He happily pulled the firewood to the tree by the river, secretly opened the sack, and showed the corn flour inside to the man.

The man took a glance, shook his head and asked, "is there anything else besides this?"

"Big brother, let's be frank. What do you want?"

There are a lot of grain samples in meizhonghua belt, but they dare not open them all for people to see.

The man looked around and asked quietly, "is there any flour?"

Mei Zhonghua laughed, "how much do you want?"

"What price?" As soon as the man heard this, he knew that the other party had goods.

This is the era of planned economy. You can only buy flour with food stamps. If you don't have food stamps, you can get high prices to buy grain. The reason why Mei Zhonghua dare to do this is because his hometown is from the countryside. His second brother is the accountant of the production team. He has a channel to secretly get food for resale. Otherwise, he would not dare to toss himself into the city.

He spat at the man.

The man was excited when he heard it, "25? Is it too expensive? Where is the price? Do you dare to ask for 25 cents when they only want 15 cents in other people's grain stores? "

Mei Xiaoran immediately picked it up, "uncle, other people's grain stores want food stamps, but we don't need them. Even if we have tickets, we have to limit them. We don't need them. It's not easy for my father to work hard, just to earn money for running errands. "

Mei Zhonghua felt that her daughter was really grown up. She said all her words to her heart. She opened another sack and pulled out flour for the man. "Look, brother, this is no worse than the quality of state-owned grain stores. This is 80 noodles!"

At that time, 80 noodles were second only to Fu Qiang Fen, and the market price at that time was also 18 cents. According to conscience, it was not excessive for Mei Zhonghua to sell 25 cents, but it was sold to 28 cents when others opened their mouths.

The man looked at it carefully. It was really 80 noodles. He was not as excited as he was just now. After thinking for a long time, he took out two yuan and five yuan from his pocket and handed it to him, "then give me ten jin first."

Mei Xiaoran knew that her father had brought 50 Jin of flour with him today. In such a hot day, of course, it would be best to sell them all at once, otherwise they would have to be exposed to the sun.

So he went up to the front and said, "uncle, you only need 10 jin for such a good noodle? My dad also had a hard time getting it. No one else can get it. Why don't you just buy more? Who knows if my dad can still get this kind of noodles next time and can't touch you

She noticed that the man was dressed neatly, and knew that he was not a farmer, but a working man. Workers are the best paid these days. It's great to have a salary of dozens of yuan a month. Even the single worker family is more nourishing than the farmer!

The man hesitated for a moment, which was not to say that he couldn't get so much money at once, or that it was a little expensive. If the price was lower, he would dare to take all the noodles.

Mei Zhonghua stares at his eyes. He is so scared that he doesn't dare to breathe for fear that he will change his mind. He doesn't want the ten jin noodles. At the same time, he was secretly complaining that her daughter was talkative. He bought ten catties of noodles, and he could earn 70 cents.

"Uncle, it's not easy for my father to collect tuition fees for us. I also want to ask my father to sell out the food and take me to buy some school supplies. Do you think it's ok? If you buy all the 50 catties of noodles my father brought, I'll let my father give you two cents cheaper, twenty-three pounds. Do you think it's ok? "

Mei Xiaoran calculated in his mind that even if one catty of noodles was cheaper by two cents, fifty catties could be cheaper by one yuan. But if you sell it all at once, you can earn two yuan and five yuan. If people only buy ten catties, they can make seventy cents Small profit but quick turnover is also a kind of management means.

Mei Zhonghua's face changed.How much money can he earn with 50 Jin noodles? The girl's mouth, he will make less than a dollar!

"No, I can't. My daughter can't settle accounts. Maybe it's not so much less at once. I'll drink from the north and the west if it's less. I don't dare to sell it at this price."

The man's eyes turned and his face was full of laughter. "Big brother, your daughter is a good girl. I think your father and I are very honest. I'll take all 50 Jin noodles according to the price the girl said."

"No, I can't. My daughter doesn't know how to talk nonsense! If I sell it at this price, I can't make any money. It's not enough for my hard work

Mei Zhonghua is really distressed. It's not Zhengji today. He is anxious to collect tuition fees for the children. He originally asked for a low price, but he was fooled by his daughter. Then he didn't make any profit in this business.

The man saw that Mei Zhonghua's face was red with anxiety, so he gave in. "Big brother, there's something to say. Let's just do it like this. You step back and I'll let you go. How about 24 cents? If it's all right, we'll make a deal at 24 cents. I'll take all of your 50 Jin of flour. "

Mei Zhonghua is still hesitating, "how can I do that? Fifty catties of noodles will bring you 50 cents. "

"Dad, I think this old uncle is very honest. Just follow what he said. You can also make a move." Mei Xiaoran added, "when we make friends with the old uncle, he can come to us again if he has any need."

Mei Xiaoran had done business in the past life, and she still understood the tips of doing business.

"Well My silly girl, forget it and sell it as you say

Mei Zhonghua reluctantly sold 50 Jin noodles to the man and took over 12 yuan.

"Uncle, is your home far away? If it's far away, let my father send it back to you. It's very heavy with 50 Jin of noodles. "

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