Standing in the booth.

Several people were in a daze.

Behind them are two large baskets of radishes.

One basket contains green radishes and the other basket contains white radishes.

Director Liao said that this was the rental fee paid by the previous youth, so the matter of the stall being rented out was settled.

Wang Yi knew it was not that simple.

The harsh words that the young man in green military uniform dropped before leaving were not empty words.

These two large baskets of radishes are of great value, because it has just passed the Qingming Festival and the vegetables have not yet come out of the fields, so the people have to rely on the third child at the table to prepare their meals.

Potatoes, radish and cabbage.

Also called the Three Immortals of Earth.

The large basket containing the radishes is a large woven bamboo basket, and there are two to three hundred radishes in one basket.

The two young men were obviously not from rich families, so they were willing to throw away these two baskets of radishes out of thin air?

They were obviously bringing in reinforcements.

But Da Dao didn't care. He squeezed his fist as big as a bowl and sneered: "Let them come. I just have an itchy fist and want someone to rub it!"

Wang Xianghong is not afraid either.

He is a man who has fought with a bayonet and seen fame in the battlefield, and now he still has a big scar on his stomach.

Wang Yi is even less afraid.

He felt that among the people present, his legs and feet were the most agile and he could run the fastest!

In the end, the pressure is all on Wang Dongmei and Wang Dongfeng...

Wang Dongmei set up the wooden board she brought to hang up the meat, and at the same time hung up a sign that read 'Authentic Big Fat Pig'.

He boldly took out the butcher knife and wiped it and started shouting: "The team has been raising fat pigs for a year and a half. If you want to eat delicious fat pigs, come quickly!"

He just yelled once and then there was no movement.

Wang Yi said: "Why don't you shout? Hurry up and greet the guests."

Wang Dongfeng, who was collecting knives next to him, said: "The aroma of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley. How can we, a fat pig like us, be afraid that no one will come to buy it?"

His words speak from experience.

Sure enough, a few seconds after the pork was revealed, a woman came with a shopping basket: "Master, how do you sell pork?"

He boldly said: "You can buy meat with a stamp for one dollar and four cents per catty. Fine grain stamps and meat stamps are worth five catties to one catty. Coarse grain stamps and meat stamps are worth eight catties to one catty. Cloth stamps are worth one foot to one catty. The rest are calculated at the moment!"

The woman said happily: "It's a fair price, okay. Cut me two catties, let's count three catties. Cut me three catties, and cut me this piece of pork belly."

Wang Yi doesn't know the current market price of pork, but judging from the woman's opinion, the price is not high.

Wang Dongmei explained it to him.

The current standard price for pork set by the state is one yuan per catty. This price is the price set in major cities. Each region can fluctuate according to the situation. For example, the price of meat in the capital is one yuan and seven cents per catty.

There are very few pigs in Wengzhou City, and the few raised by farmers alone cannot meet the market demand, so they have to transfer meat support from inland agricultural and animal husbandry provinces, which makes the meat here more expensive.

Haifu County is the farthest county inland. It takes a lot of transportation capacity to transport various materials from the land. This makes their pork price more expensive than Wengzhou City and several other counties.

The further inland the more expensive it is.

Wang Xianghong and the others abide by the rules and sell according to the price set by the Haifu County Supply and Marketing Cooperative. In fact, this kind of meat is usually difficult to buy. If you want to eat pork, you have to go to the black market to buy negotiated meat, which is expensive. The price of a pound will double.

Even double that is no problem.

However, they set the price of one yuan and four cents not only out of compliance with the law, but also because the places where meat is officially sold are classified into three levels according to fat, thin, old and tender. The price of one yuan and four cents in the regulations is actually first-class meat.

, such as pork belly and neck fat, the price is this.

Tianya Island generally has no access to meat, so if you ask them to kill a pig, it's no problem, but if you ask them to grade the meat separately, they can't do it.

So they set a unified price of one yuan and forty cents. If they sold them separately, it would be easy to chop the meat into pieces. Then they would only sell it at the price of the scraps, which is not economical.

Knowing the pork market in the outer islands, Wang Yi understood why Wang Xianghong did not allow him to share pork with the village.

Too luxurious!

One pound of pork can be exchanged for more than ten pounds of whole grains.

People in the city only enjoy pork, while fishermen on the outer islands rely on whole grains to fill their stomachs.

The price of one yuan and four cents is obviously very popular, and a queue quickly formed here.

Wang Yi helped settle the accounts.

No wonder Wang Xianghong wanted to take him with him. Selling pork involves not only calculating the price of the pork, but also calculating the exchange of various tickets.

This is a trivial matter to Wang Yi. Even mental arithmetic with the aid of written calculations only takes less than a few seconds each time.

Wang Xianghong smoked a cigarette and nodded with satisfaction: "Being educated means doing things quickly. In the past, Dazhao's father and Dong Xi couldn't even count together."

When there were many people, Wang Zhuangyuan came running.

He went directly to the stall and said carelessly: "My aunt is giving me stew for lunch, and I want two kilograms of meat!"

He boldly cut a piece of fat, thin and well-proportioned hind leg meat, and Wang Dongmei called it. Wang Zhuangyuan stood on tiptoe and said, "Brother, give it to Gao Gao."

At this time, the people in line behind were not happy.

They all know that the meat is not graded, so those at the front of the queue get the most advantage. They can buy fat meat, while those at the back can only buy lean meat.

So they were unhappy when they saw someone jumping in line, and they complained one after another and denounced Wang Zhuangyuan together.

Seeing this, Wang Xianghong quickly said: "I'm not going to settle the score with you. Be brave. You can go to the team to make up the score later."

After hearing this, Wang Zhuangyuan picked up the meat and ran away.

At this time, the people in line became even more angry and started to point at them and scold them: "What are you doing? Not only do you let people jump in the queue, but you also don't ask for money or tickets? What's the matter, are you licking your buttocks for the leader?"

Daudao was already very busy and impatient, but when someone pointed his nose at him and scolded him, his temper suddenly exploded.

He slapped the knife on the chopping board and yelled: "What are you yelling about? That was my son just now. He called me daddy and I called him son, so he didn't have to queue up or give money. The same goes for you? It's the same with me.

treat!"

After hearing this, the team's insults and complaints became much quieter.

And a middle-aged man with a disheveled face walked up to him without hesitation and said: "Dad, dad!"

Dare was stunned.

Wang Dongmei looked at Wang Xianghong in panic.

The queue immediately fell silent.

Wang Yi took the knife from Daring's hand and cut off a random piece, wrapped it in oil paper and stuffed it into the middle-aged man's hand and said, "Let's go, let's go quickly."

The middle-aged man looked calm but lowered his head, and was pulled out by him.

Inside, Daring looked at the people in line in horror.

Several people are ready to make a move!

Wang Xianghong's face darkened and she replaced him. Someone asked: "Old comrade, are you the father of the comrade just now?"

"I'm not, don't get me wrong, don't talk nonsense!" Wang Xianghong quickly denied, "It's useless for you to call me grandpa."

Wang Yi took the man out of the market.

The man lowered his head and said, "Thank you."

The bitterness in it can only be understood by oneself.

Wang Yi had some change in his pocket, so he took out a piece and handed it to the man, saying: "Life is hard now, but it will be better in two years. Or go south, to Yangcheng or Pengcheng, where development is rapid and there are many opportunities.

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The man nodded, took the dollar and said thanks again.

Wang Yi looked at his leaving figure and felt that her previous life was not difficult.

People who are really in trouble can't even speak for themselves, nor can they expose themselves to so many eyes. They can only suffer in silence.

After he came out, he walked around and found a small hut. After checking that no one was around, he unlocked the door and entered the space-time room, equipping it with the anti-wolf spray and self-defense electric baton that he had prepared earlier.

When he returned to the market stall, Wang Xianghong and others were frantically busy: "Teacher Wang, what are you doing? Why did you come back so slowly?"

Wang Yi said: "I went to the toilet."

The pork was sold very well, and all the pig heads, pig feet, pig bones, etc. were sold, and in the end only some ribs were left.

The ribs were priced at a low price, only 50 cents, so Wang Yi bought them himself.

People these days don't want to have spareribs, which not only have bones but no fat, so they can only stew them back to eat - braised spareribs are too luxurious, and not many people are willing to add sugar to the pork, which is considered a waste.

It was not yet noon.

He said boldly: "It's pretty good. I thought we would have to wait until the lunch crowd to sell out."
To be continued...