After sleeping for a whole day, Chen Xia started walking on the street again the next day.

In 1981, Ruili was really a small border town that was so poor that it could not be more poor or even more leap. The houses in the county town were basically made of bamboo or wooden houses, and the few cement houses were basically all public.

Most of the pedestrians on the road were wearing ethnic costumes, and the clothes were patched, and they almost turned white. However, these people were in good spirits and smiles on their faces, and Dai people were optimistic.

Chen Xia had psychological shadows because of her psychological dislike in Guizhou, so she didn't dare to go to the restaurant casually, so she ate a bowl of rice noodles on the roadside.

The rice noodles and sour and spicy seasoning taste very good. It would be even better if the rice noodles aunt could wash her hands clean...

Ruili in her previous life was a city that rose due to jade and timid trade, and was very prosperous.

I don’t know whether the primary and secondary industries are, but the tertiary industries are absolutely developed, and there are entertainment clubs everywhere, such as golden dreams, beauty gatherings, boiling points, the big world, wealthy night banquets, etc.

Those beauties that honest people have to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to marry may be able to get married for hundreds of thousands of yuan here, and "conversation in love overnight".

How did Chen Xia know? Because I saw this group of people in the hospital, this group of regular visitors to the Dermatology Department XX.

At this time, Ruili was a pure agricultural county, and the transportation was inconvenient. The old Myanmar on the other side was not much better. Both sides were hard brothers and brothers.

Unlike the jade shops on Ruili Street decades later, Chen Xia did not find a jade shop on the street at this time. There were many fruit stalls, but no one bought them.

Chen Xia was going to buy a few mangoes to taste. She looked so greedy and smelled completely different from the ripening taste in Jiangnan. She just wanted to dip it in chili powder and eat it for the first time.

As a qualified speculator, Chen Xia's business is coming soon.

"Uncle, how much does it cost per pound of mango and pineapple? Oh, and papaya."

Papaya has never seen before in Zhijiang. Someone thought of Gu Lin's A+~~B, and it seemed that it was necessary to make up for it.

The old man who sold fruit saw that a customer came to the door, he bent down humbly and said, "Mango papaya costs 2 cents per pound, and pineapple costs 1 cent per pound."

Chen Xia is a little messy in the wind. What is the difference between this price and free gift?

In fact, he took it too much. The precious tropical fruits in the north and Jiangnan are not valuable in Ruili at all. Did they see the humanitarian trees on the roadside?

There are mangoes hanging on it, who likes to eat them or not?

Almost every household of locals has fruit planted, which is sold to the few "workers" in Ruili urban area. Tourists like Chen Xia never thought about it, because who is full and can travel to Ruili these days?

"Uncle, if I want a large batch of fruits, will you be able to get it?"

After hearing this, the old man thought he was joking, so he said, "Young man, I can't do anything else if you want fruits, you need as much as you want."

The locals next to them burst into laughter after hearing this.

I thought to myself that this foreigner is really popular. How much can you eat Ruili’s fruits? Do you still want to transport them out and sell them? Do you have a truck? Even if you have a truck, it will be bumpy all the way, and the fruits will rot after a few days.

"In this way, mango, pineapple, papaya, give me 20,000 kilograms of each. I don't care how much you make to buy it. It's your business to make more money. Anyway, how about I'll give you 1,000 yuan at that time?"

The old man's eyes were about to pop out, "Young man, our ethnic minorities are not lying. If you really want so many fruits, I will definitely have a way to help you get them, but what's the use of asking for so many fruits? If you don't want this joke, it will be a big deal."

Chen Xia disagreed: "Don't worry about what I'm useful for now. I have several requirements. First, the quality of the fruit must be good, and don't take out those rotten fruits. Second, you have to help me find a way to transport them to the side of the road, otherwise I won't be able to transport them. If you don't believe me, I will give you a deposit of 100 yuan first."

After saying that, Chen Xia took out 10 photos of Datuanjie and handed them to the old man. Now, let alone the old man in Fruit Beach, even the people nearby were alarmed.

"Idiot, this is definitely a fool from outside the province. He actually bought tens of thousands of kilograms of fruit as soon as he opened his mouth."

The old man doesn’t care whether you are a fool or not. Since you dare to pay, I will dare to sell it.

"Young man is so happy. My name is Yanwenhan. I am from Heha Village. Everyone here can testify for me. You are absolutely relieved. When will you want this fruit?"

Chen Xia looked at the temperature during the day and the fruit was exposed to the sun, and it was burnt to the sun. He said, "Uncle Yan, is there any road next to your village?"

"Some, some can pass through big trucks."

"Then don't buy it during the day. You can buy it when the sun sets, otherwise it will be difficult for me to deal with the fruits when they are sunburned. In addition, you will find an open space on the side of the road to transport the fruits you receive. I will naturally send a car to transport them away."

You are not afraid of customers making requests, but you are afraid of customers not asking for it. Everyone in business knows that the more requests the more, the more real the buyer is.

Old man Yan Wenhan stopped selling fruits today, and grabbed Chen Xia: "Let's go, young man, our village is not far from here. Come with me to tell everyone."

Anyway, Chen Xia was also buying financial products and traveling. It was interesting to be able to visit the locals' homes, so she agreed readily.

When I went back, I "take out" some fruit candy and salted duck from the guesthouse, and left with Yan Wenhan.

Heha Village is 10 miles west of Ruili Town. Chen Xia sat on Old Man He's ox cart, slowly looking at the surrounding scenery along the way, taking a few photos from time to time, which was relaxing.

Chen Xia asked tentatively: "Uncle, do you have jade in your house?"

"Jade? Why do you want that thing? It cannot be eaten or used. There are not many in our village. I sued there."

Chen Xia knew it in his heart after hearing this.

When they arrived at the village, Chen Xia found that it was all bamboo buildings and the whole village was full of Dai people. Everyone saw a stranger coming and they gathered around to watch the fun.

Chen Xia smiled and took out the fruit candy from the bag she carried with her and gave it to the children. This friendly behavior made everyone in the village think that this young man is a good person.

Some young girls in the village also pushed each other and pointed at Chen Xia with laughter.

Chen Xia is actually not very handsome, but his 180cm tall is definitely "above" in this village.

Especially when the Dai guys had to go to the fields to work, they were covered in darkness, which showed Chen Xia's "whiteness".
Chapter completed!