Si Ningning was a little embarrassed and said, "It's not pork, but roast chicken and roast duck, one each... In addition to this, there are noodles and military kettles."

When they heard that it was not pork, one-third of the people immediately gave up their thoughts and shook their heads and left.

The remaining two-thirds of the people were still stopping, thinking about taking a look at the quality of the things first.

Si Ningning took out a roast duck from the basket, peeled a little plastic wrap and handed it forward and asked someone to see it. Once someone reached out to touch it, she immediately withdrew her hand and frowned and reminded: "You can only see it, not touch it."

"What is the price of this chicken?" someone asked.

"This is a duck." Si Ningning still said the same thing, "One weighs three and a half pounds to four pounds, and after applying oil and adding materials, don't sell three yuan per ticket."

The plastic film is buckled with a small corner, revealing the roasted red and shiny duck skin. Not to mention whether it is fragrant or not, just seeing the light is enough to make people unable to live without their eyes.

Many people were very moved, but when they heard that Si Ningning did not say anything, they immediately gave up.

Just by opening one's mouth, Si Ningning and "Brother Yang" are different, she is a new face, making it even more difficult to convince the old men in the rubber factory.

So, another group of people chose to evacuate.

In the end, Mandaeman wanted to come and make a fortune, but he only sold a roast duck and a military kettle.

The roast duck was bought together by four people.

The workers returned to work in the rubber factory. The alley was empty. Si Ningning sighed and picked up the ropes on his back. Just as he was about to put them on his shoulders, a pair of feet staring at straw sandals suddenly appeared in his vision.

She looked up, and the dazzling sunlight shone from her head, and under her messy forehead, she squinted eyes.

The man named Brother Yang by the monkey head stood in front of her and looked at her condescendingly.

what?

Is this a repentance coming to find fault?

Si Ningning narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but heard the other party ask in a low voice: "You still have a chicken, right?"

"..." Si Ningning nodded, "Yes."

Gu Yang asked for the only remaining roast chicken in Si Ningning's hand.

The roasted chicken is not as heavy as roast duck, and it is about two pounds. Si Ningning calculates it according to two pounds. Live chickens and live ducks are 60 cents and 81 pounds on the market, and roasted Si Ningning sells 80 cents per pound.

This is reasonable. After all, according to normal "investment", roast chicken and roast duck not only need to be applied with oil and materials, but also to remove the weight of feathers and internal organs.

Brother Yang took the roasted chicken and weighed it. After confirming that there was no problem, he directly removed the plastic wrap, grabbed the two chicken legs and handed them to the two younger brothers behind him.

Although the two teenagers behind him were tall and big, their faces were still childish, and they should be only sixteen or seventeen years old.

One of the boys took the chicken leg neatly, while the other shook his head and refused, "Brother Yang, I'm not hungry, so leave this for my grandmother and sister-in-law."

"And." Brother Yang didn't say anything, and stuffed the chicken legs to the boy who refused. He turned around and wrapped the plastic wrap and stuffed the remaining roast chicken into the bamboo basket on his waist. He looked at Si Ningning, "The business in the rubber factory is not that easy to do. I'll sell the goods next time, bring the rod scale in advance."

This is probably a kind reminder.

"Thank you." Si Ningning put the money in her pocket and thanked her without any weight or lightly.

Brother Yang and others climbed over the wall from the alley, while Si Ningning carried a basket on his back and turned around and walked towards the main street of the town.

When I came, I didn’t pay much attention to both sides of the alley. When I went back, I found that there was a waste station with green paint on a few steps around the corner of the alley.

The scrap station is not very large in size, with a rocking chair placed on the inside of the door. A little old man with a bald head and a thin head lying on the rocking chair, shaking a palm-leaf fan, and was indifferent to the people coming and going, let alone interested.

Just looking at the green paint at the door, Si Ningning knew the reason.

What else can it be? If there is someone to receive the meal, no one will shout.

Si Ningning looked at it and was about to leave. Yu Guang accidentally saw the wooden boards and small tables placed in the room. She moved slightly and walked in.

In a pile of rags, the small table is particularly exquisite, with white painted tabletops, corners and legs outlined golden lace, which is the Western style of the late Qing Dynasty.

It is exquisite and luxurious, but unfortunately, the desktop was hit with a hole as big as a fist, but it can be used even if it is nailed again.

"If you want to be the gentleman of the people, you must be the students of the people first. Old comrades, do you sell small tables?"

"Serve the people." The old man lazily responded, without even lifting his eyelids. "Wood costs two pounds per cent, porcelain costs five cents per pound. What do you want to pick and weigh it after picking it."

By weight?

And, there are porcelains?

Si Ningning's eyelids twitched. Is it the kind she thought?

The old man didn't say anything, and the palm fan turned upside down and pointed at the house, asking Si Ningning to go in and see it himself.

Si Ningning didn't know anything, so she put the basket at the door, and walked in by herself.

The scrap station is not big from the outside, but after walking a few steps inside, I found that there is a compartment inside. The compartment is closed, with no windows and no ventilation, poor lighting, and the smell inside is also very strange.

A similar smell, when Si Ningning first arrived at the third team to clean up the educated youth spot, it was actually mice excrement and moist mold.

When she glanced at her, Si Ningning took a small iron stick on the wall. She was not afraid of mice, but she thought the dust and excrement were dirty.

There are also many things in the inner room, such as broken drawers and screens, copper basins, iron bowls and porcelain pieces, and some cabinets.

Some are completely ragged, while others look well preserved, but have suffered varying degrees of artificial damage.

Most of these things are "public payment". When a big shot moves home and uses it yourself, you may be detained as a private and capitalist style, so you will be uniformly pulled to scrap stations.

Because most of them are porcelain bowls and wood, people don’t know anything in this era, and they have bowls at home. As for wood, occasionally, they can’t afford coal during the winter and there is not enough firewood. They will come to waste stations to shop for some broken tables, and then go back to chop them as firewood.

After all, this is much more cost-effective than buying coal.

Si Ningning originally wanted to buy a table and use it. When she heard that there were porcelains, she couldn't help but worry about it. If she wanted to point to discover some precious porcelains and make a fortune, it wouldn't be the case.

However, after rummaging through a pile of rags, I was really looking forward to being the lucky one and finding something good.

Si Ningning used an iron rod to test it and touched a snakeskin bag. The things inside touched the iron rod and made a crisp "kick" sound.

Si Ningning immediately put down the iron rod, grabbed the edge of the snakeskin bag and put down the bag, slowly pouring out the things inside.

The outer layer was some rotten cloth heads. When Si Ningning slapped, small black particles vaguely shook out from the inside, accompanied by a strange smell. Si Ningning knew that those were rat shit.

She felt a little disgusted, so she grabbed the iron stick and used the hand to split the pieces, revealing the bowls and plates under her.

The bottom of the plate was facing upwards, with a square red stamp printed underneath. The light was not good, and Si Ningning couldn't see clearly the era when the red stamp was printed, but she just thought that this was probably a good thing!

Si Ningning hurriedly turned the plate back, and when he saw the pattern on it, he instantly widened his deer eyes.

Good guy!!!

The plate has a white background, with a circle of royal blue and white colors. The blue and white lines are smooth and symmetrical. Just looking at it, it feels very delicate. But it is broken. There is a big red and mighty rooster printed on the bottom of the plate!

Si Ningning doesn’t know much about antiques, but she has read many treasure appraisal columns in the past and has learned a little more or less shallow knowledge, but no antique can match this way.

It's so fake that it can't be fake anymore!

Then he approached the plate with the bottom facing the sky, and Si Ningning vaguely saw the words on the red stamp at the bottom: h Xixian No. 3 Kiln Factory.

Si Ningning's forehead veins thundered and put the things back into the snakeskin bag with a sigh of relief. Then he searched them several times. He didn't find the reliable porcelain, but he found a golden spoon.

The handle of the spoon is cylindrical with vague carvings on it. Si Ningning squeezed it and weighed it in her hand. It was estimated that it weighed about 25 grams to 30 grams. If it was gold, then the entire spoon should be solid.

After clicking until the time, Si Ningning stopped and ordered a small table and wooden board outside to let the old man weigh it.

State-owned enterprises use public quotations, and the national weight scale is unified, and the weighing rod alone is one meter long.

The old man brought the shoulder pole, tied the things and used the shoulder pole to pass through the scale, and asked Si Ningning to carry one head together, stretching the table and the wooden board. The old man squinted his eyes and said, "Twenty-six pounds and two taels, wood is not worth a lot, two taels will be wiped for you, a total of one corner and three cents."

The old man waved his hand and signaled Si Ningning to put down the shoulder pole. He pulled away the shoulder pole and said, "There is a hemp rope here. If you want the hemp rope, I will tie it up for you and add an extra penny."

"Okay." Si Ningning nodded and handed over the golden spoon, "How much does this cost? Let's count it together."

The old man was originally bowing to tie the table, but when he saw the golden spoon, he looked up and stared at Si Ningning, "It's 50 cents the size of gold."

Si Ningning nodded and was about to pay for it. The old man said in a deep tone, "How many times have you swept it here? Little boy, I'll spread the word for you. This thing is so big that it can't be true."

This is turmoil these days, but gold is a representative of wealth in any era. It does not mean that it will depreciate because of the chaos of the years.

Even if it really depreciates, it will be a general depreciation of prices, and it is impossible for gold to depreciate alone.

In order to avoid suspicion, the people of these things are generally not taken away. They are all dumped and dealt with by scrapping the goods station. In addition to the ones who searched the house, there are also some local residents who have many ideas and have a bit of vision.

I don’t know how many brave people are staring at the scrap station in the dark, just waiting to send new things every month to catch up with the first wave.

Before Si Ningning came this month, the scrap station had been plundered by different people for more than ten times. Even if there was real money and silver hidden inside, it had been washed away.

Si Ningning was active and probably understood what the old man meant, but she smiled faintly and reached out to hand over the 6000 cents. "It's not a glorious thing, I hope the old comrades won't reveal it to the outside."

There are not many people who dare to come to the scrap station to make gold, but there are not many who are not cruel. The old man from the scrap station took the money and saw that Si Ningning was determined, he stopped talking. He waved his back to the door and signaled that Si Ningning could leave.

Si Ningning stuffed the spoon into her pocket, but actually put it in the space. She raised the basket and said thanks, then hugged the tied table and left the door of the scrap station.

After turning two turns in the alley, she faintly heard the sound of pedestrians walking and talking on the main street not far ahead. Si Ningning put down the table, looked around and wiped off the sweat beads on her forehead, and confirmed that there was no one around. She put the table into the space and carried the empty basket out of the alley.

There are a lot of space and supplies, and Si Ningning basically doesn’t need to buy anything anymore. However, most of the problems with the packaging are in terms of packaging and cannot be taken out directly.

Si Ningning thought about it carefully and couldn't take it out directly. It should be OK to process it.

It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, and I had to walk a long way home. Si Ningning did not dare to delay and went straight to the supply and marketing cooperative.

Considering that the sugar that was scattered before was too eye-catching, it would be fine to give it one or two times, but if you give it too much, it would not only attract attention, but may also cause unnecessary suspicion.

Si Ningning asked the supply and marketing cooperative the price of fruit candy, two pills per cent, and the packaging is very simple.

Si Ningning asked for 50 cents, and bought 100 pills and estimated that it would be about two pounds.
To be continued...