Chapter 215 214 Going abroad, letters from abroad, New Year’s Eve

The heavy industry in the northern countries is very developed, but the light industry related to people's livelihood is very weak.

In his previous life, when Wang Yuan was studying history, he saw a cartoon - the country in the north was depicted as a man, with one thigh very thick and the other thigh as thin as a small vegetable.

Wang Yuan took Da Zhuang and others to board the plane. Da Zhuang and the others were chattering all the way.

Let alone flying, they have never seen an airplane up close. They have been talking about flying for a long time.

"This is a plane, sis~ it's so big!"

"How can this thing fly in the sky? Will it fall down halfway?"

"Stop being so careless, this thing is just like an eagle. Have you ever seen an eagle fall while flying?"

"Go away! The wings of an eagle are whirring, but can the wings of an airplane be whirring?"

Da Zhuang glanced at the long-faced Liu Jianye with disdain. He felt that this guy was always at odds with him.

Several other people burst out laughing, and Yevgeny and the others in front of them laughed inexplicably, but the laughter quickly seemed to be contagious, and they soon started laughing too.

"Yuan, it seems I have to learn Chinese well, otherwise I won't understand what you are saying."

Yevgeny shook his head helplessly and could only communicate with Wang Yuan in Russian. He found that the speech barrier was really a big problem.

"Then you have to be prepared to endure hardships. Chinese is super difficult to learn."

"I'm not afraid. I can endure any hardship as long as I can make money... You may not believe it. When I was a teenager, I climbed on the train from Siberia to Moscow and started reselling things. I had to eat and pick up garbage. I almost

The child froze to death in the street.

Later, I went with them to Türkiye to move goods. I brought two big bags of clothes with me, one bag of clothes was much taller than me..."

There was no anger on Yevgeny's face about the hard life, but instead there was affirmation and pride in himself.

Positive, optimistic, resilient, daring to fight... The white people around him all looked at Yevgeny with admiration, feeling that their boss was very charming.

"sharp!"

Later, by chance, Wang Yuan learned that Yevgeny was from Hemsin, and had originally lived in the Georgian region of Central Asia for generations. As a result, he was forcibly moved to cold Siberia, and many family members died.

After the plane flew to Mosike, the transaction of cotton-padded clothes went smoothly.

After completing the transaction, Wang Yuan quickly flew back to China to continue buying cotton-padded clothes. He went to Jinmen to find Factory Director Ma, and the two of them cooperated and started reselling cotton-padded clothes in large quantities.

Everyone went crazy!

Just buy cotton-padded clothes, even defective ones. If the price is a little lower over there, people will still buy them.

As the head of a large state-owned enterprise, Director Ma’s identity advantages are revealed.

A private boss may not be able to meet with some garment factory managers for a day or two, or he may have to put in good words when he does. For all kinds of things that are difficult to handle, such as inviting guests to dinner, Factory Manager Ma can get orders with just one phone call.

Not only are several garment factories in Jinmen going all out to produce cotton-padded clothes, but also garment factories in Changshan, Shangdu, Luyang, Pingjiang, Yangcheng and many other large cities have received orders.

Some garment factories are unwilling to disrupt their production plans, but the price of cotton-padded clothes has skyrocketed. Originally priced at 80 yuan a piece, it has now risen directly to 120 yuan a piece. This makes people excited and starts production one after another.

The workers received dead wages, and if they were given a small bonus of ten or twenty yuan, many people would become extremely excited and their enthusiasm for work would increase.

The largest number of international traders are from small households. They take the train with one or two bags of things. Some of them will bring back some specialties from the north, and they trade on both sides.

The powerful international businessmen have already used planes and chartered them directly. Some old guys came by plane and bought whatever they saw after leaving Tianjin Airport - everything in the store was swept away without even asking the price.

It’s rounded.

Some store salesmen scolded them for being stupid for not even asking about the price and secretly increasing the price to double or twice the price. The reality is that even if the price is increased, the goods are still very profitable after being shipped to the northern countries.

…

One day in October 1991.

Wangjiatun'er.

There were heavy snowflakes floating outside the window, like countless goose feathers flying in the sky.

Inside the house, Li Yan, wearing a red sweater, sat cross-legged on the kang, sewing a new marmot hat with needle and thread.

"Hurr, huh, huh, huh~"

The big white cat lay on her legs and purred, covering her legs warmly.

"It's so strenuous, so hard."

Li Yan couldn't push it through with a thimble, so she finally used pliers to pull out the needle. The leather was thick and hard, making it difficult to sew.

"Meow~"

The big white cat suddenly raised its head and barked, swishing its long tail back and forth.

"Why are you hungry? It's only 10:35, let's make lunch later." Li Yan scratched her hair a few times with the tip of the needle, and was about to continue sewing the leather hat when a shout came from outside.

"Is this Wang Yuan's home?"

Accompanied by the dog's loud barking, Li Yan hurriedly lay down on the window sill in the house and looked outside. There were two layers of plastic sheeting outside the window, which made it look unrecognizable.

"Who is here?"

She was a woman at home raising a child, and the sudden arrival of an old man made her tremble. However, thinking of the pistol Wang Yuan left in the kangqin drawer, she felt a lot more at ease.

Squeak~

As soon as I opened the door, a cold breeze rushed in.

The person who came was Da Zhuang who followed Wang Yuan to Mo Sike. He said quickly:

"Are you Wang Yuan's wife? I am Da Zhuang and I followed Xiao Yuan. I just came back from Mosike. Xiao Yuan asked me to bring you something."

"Really? Come in, come in...go, go, go, you silly dogs, get out of here."

Li Yan was afraid that the hunting dogs would bite Da Zhuang, so she quickly drove them away:

"It's so cold and cold that I bother you to bring it here. You've had a hard time along the way. Come in and have a sip of hot water."

After entering the house, Da Zhuang took out a small bundle from his arms. When he opened it, he found a letter, a pair of gold earrings, and a gold bracelet.

Li Yan quickly opened the letter excitedly and saw what was written above:

"My beloved wife Li Yan:

It's been nearly a month since I left home. Is everything okay at home? Everything is fine here in Mosike. I feel very warm wearing the sweater you knitted for me, no matter how cold the weather is..."

In addition to reporting safety and caring for his family, Wang Yuan also described some of his experiences and interesting things in Mosike. It was a lot of words to write in six sheets of paper.

Of course, there were also some intimate conversations between husband and wife, which made Li Yan blush slightly.

"This stinky scoundrel really writes everything on the Internet. I'll see how I deal with you when you come back."

Li Yan said in a low voice, raised her head and said a few words to Da Zhuang, then took the child and went to another yard to call Wang Yuan's parents.

Da Zhuang came all the way from afar, and it was time for dinner. Naturally, he had to be left to eat. However, it was very inconvenient for Li Yan to be alone at home, so it was just right to call Wang Yuan's parents.

Soon Wang Yuan's father and mother came, and he even brought over a bottle of good wine, obviously treating Da Zhuang as a distinguished guest.

After a while, my mother went to call Wang Yuan's second and third uncles. Dad was getting older, so it would be much better to have his second and third uncles drinking with Da Zhuang.

First she fried some meat and vegetables and cooked frozen dumplings. After Da Zhuang drank and ate deliciously, before leaving, Li Yan handed him a letter she had written.

"Thank you for your hard work. Please help me deliver this letter to my family and tell him that everything is fine at home and don't worry about it."

"Don't worry, we guarantee delivery!"

Da Zhuang gave a funny salute and left in a hurry on his motorcycle.

The second uncle was also drunk and said, "Xiao Yuan, his friend, is really good at talking. I'm afraid he said half of what was said at the table."

The mother teased the little girl, then turned around and took the rag to help clear the table: "This child is very good. I don't think he has any bad intentions and is quite honest. Talking too much is not a shortcoming."

"That's fine, sister-in-law, let's go back."

The six brothers all needed money at home, so Da Zhuang brought back more than 60,000 yuan this time, leaving 10,000 yuan for his family and the remaining thousand yuan for himself.

Wang Yuanjia.

The second uncle and the third uncle left, and the father chatted with Li Yan again, while the mother helped feed the dogs.

When the dogs saw Wang Yuan's mother coming out with food, they jumped up with joy and swung their big tails like brooms.

"Woof woof~"

"Stop barking and pounce on me again... What do you mean by raising so many dogs? How much money is wasted by eating well every day? It's a shame to have so much meat..."

The three hunting dogs eat quite well, and eat large pieces of meat almost every meal. The hunting dogs are large and exercise a lot. In order to stay strong enough, adequate nutrition is naturally indispensable.

Let alone 1991, 30 years later in 2021, most rural families are not willing to eat meat. Now that Wang Yuan’s family feeds so much good meat to their dogs, my mother naturally feels very wasteful.

In her opinion, the second son Wang Yuan is not a person who lives a good life.

"Xiaoyan, how about selling some of his dogs while Xiaoyuan is not at home? He's not a full-time hunter, so what's the use of raising three dogs?"

My mother's voice was very loud, and Li Yan in the room could hear her clearly.

"Ah, I don't dare to sell his dog quietly, so he doesn't have to be anxious when he comes back."

"You can take care of it if you can afford it." Father Batabata said while smoking a dry cigarette: "Speak less and meddle less, and you will feel relieved."
To be continued...