Chapter 8 (1/2)

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.