There were very few customers in the grocery store of the supply and marketing cooperative.
Even though today was a market day, when Luo Xuan went in, he didn't see many customers selecting products inside.
When he came to the counter that sold pots, pans, casseroles and clay pots, Luo Xuan pointed to a large clay pot and asked the salesperson, "How much does this pot cost?"
"8 yuan 3."
The salesperson answered loudly.
The business was not good, but it did not affect the salesman's loud voice and high spirits at all. "Little comrade, do you want to listen to the sound of this tank? It's choking and crispy!"
The male salesperson was talking to himself, before Luo Xuan could answer.
I saw him picking up a bamboo stick next to him and banging it on the big vat.
After hearing this, Luo Xuan was worried about him: Could this vat be broken into pieces by you?
When buying a tank, you need to tap the tank body lightly.
By listening to its echo, you will know whether the vat was burned with insufficient firepower and whether there are cracks or trachoma.
The salesperson was banging the pottery jar hard, but Luo Xuan shook his head aside, "It's too expensive, I can't afford it."
8 yuan and 30 cents!
Of the 20 yuan that Luo Xuan got after dividing the family, together with the money he made from selling eels, he has now spent just over 11 yuan.
I still need to save some money to buy soft-shell turtles and other people's eels for breeding.
How much money does Luo Xuan have now to buy such an expensive pottery jar?
When the salesperson heard what Luo Xuan said, he put down the bamboo stick in his hand and pointed to the shop diagonally opposite: "This vat is a bit expensive, but the quality is good.
Forget it, let's do this.
If you don’t have enough money with you, little comrade, go and buy it over there. They have cheap large treatment tanks.”
Luo Xuan followed the direction pointed by his finger and walked out of the door of the daily miscellaneous store of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative.
As he walked, Luo Xuan couldn't help but want to laugh: If this salesman's behavior was forgotten for future generations, it would be strange if his boss didn't treat him to squid on the spot!
The grocery store across the street is called Dongsheng Hao.
This is a grocery store left over from before liberation.
Luo Xuan walked into the shop with dark walls and simple furnishings. He saw that the corners were filled with pottery pots of various sizes, coarse porcelain bowls, and some pottery and porcelain such as pickle jars.
The ash on these goods is estimated to be half an inch thicker than the ash in the chimneys of commune members' homes.
"Little brother, what do you want to buy?"
Behind the counter, an old man with a bald head and a white beard sat.
When he saw Luo Xuan come in, he didn't get up. He just leaned on the counter and asked Luo Xuan feebly.
"I want to buy a clay vat, the largest one."
Luo Xuan replied honestly: "It's even cheaper. If it's too expensive, I won't have the money to buy it."
Hearing this, the old man sighed slightly and said, "Then you have come to the right place. Well, I think you are also from the countryside. It is not easy for your family to make some money."
The old man put his head on the counter more upright, finally looked at Luo Xuan and said: "Go buy a pack of cigarettes, then go to the Wangji Brewing Factory and find the gatekeeper. He has a lot of handlers there.
Cylinder."
Hearing this, Luo Xuan nodded towards the old man, thanking him for the reminder.
but.
Luo Xuan was still puzzled: What the hell was this? A public salesperson directed him to a private store.
But the shopkeeper of this private store led him somewhere else...
However, Luo Xuan knew that people like the old man in "Dongsheng" usually paid great attention to their reputation. People like him generally would not talk nonsense, let alone mess up themselves.
It was not easy for a young man in the old society to become a shopkeeper.
The boy wakes up earliest every day and goes to bed last.
Not only do I have to wipe the goods and open the store door, but I also have to wash the shopkeeper's feet and serve tea every day.
After working hard for more than ten years, it is good to be promoted from "apprentice" to "associate".
Luo Xuan was dubious, so he went to the store of the supply and marketing cooperative and bought a box of the most expensive "Jade Brand" cigarettes for 30.7 cents.
Originally, Luo Xuan had no intention of buying such expensive cigarettes.
But I thought that after I returned to the production team, I would have to go to the team leader to discuss something very important to me.
That's why Luo Xuan was cruel and bought such expensive cigarettes.
‘Wangji Brewing Factory’ was opened in a remote area of Hongxing Township. It was also left over from before liberation and is a small private workshop.
This brewery mainly produces bean paste, soy sauce, pickled radish, and pickled kohlrabi. These products are not too high-tech.
later.
After the county's supply and marketing cooperative established a new, more advanced and larger brewery, this small private workshop gradually collapsed.
Luo Xuan walked along the street for a while, then turned into a wider alley.
Walking about 150 meters further, you found the 'Wang Kee Brewing Factory'.
When Luo Xuan arrived at the gate of the brewery, he saw that a lot of the green brick courtyard wall of the brewery had been stripped away by some people under the cover of night.
The originally neat courtyard wall now looked like it had been gnawed by dogs, with jagged gaps everywhere.
"Bang bang bang——"
Luo Xuan knocks on the door.
After a while, an old man with "You all owe me money" written all over his face slowly showed his head from behind the door and asked Luo Xuan impatiently: "Who are you? Who are you looking for again?"
Luo Xuan took out the cigarettes and was about to open them and hand one to him, so as to pry open his mouth, which seemed to be difficult to talk to.
As soon as the old man saw the "Emerald Brand" cigarette on Luo Xuan's body, his originally cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, "Young man, what's the matter with you?"
Luo Xuan, while picking the tinfoil on the cigarette, replied: "I heard that you have a big processing tank here, so I wanted to come and have a look. I wonder if the old boss of the factory is here?"
As soon as the old man heard the words 'old club', his old face suddenly fell.
I just heard him say angrily: "Run away. She has been running away with her sister-in-law for more than a year!"
After thinking about it for a moment, Luo Xuan understood the twists and turns: Qingqing was the original owner of the brewery, and he either "got in" or really ran away.
The old man in front of me must be the original owner who hired him to look at the gate.
The owner of the brewery has been running away for more than a year now. It is very likely that the old man in front of him has not received his wages, so he is very angry.
After understanding the reason, Luo Xuan stopped opening the cigarettes and stuffed the entire box of cigarettes into the old man's pocket.
Then Luo Xuan asked him: "Well, uncle, can you make the decision and sell me a vat at a cheap price?"
The cigarette fell into his bag, and the old man's face suddenly turned cloudy again.
I saw him sticking out his head and looking into the alley.
Seeing that Luo Xuan was alone, the old man was still a little worried, so he asked Luo Xuan specifically: "Are you the only one who will move the tank?"
Luo Xuan nodded.
"Okay, come in with me. As long as you are alone, it will be easy. Just give me another 1 yuan. You can take whatever you want."
The old man turned around and entered a small brick house next to the brewery gate.
When the old man entered the house, he said: "You can move as many households as you want without paying me a penny more!"
Finished.
The old man closed the door of the duty room with a "bang", and a sad sound of erhu came from inside, and the old man roared with force: "Two taels of wine went into my throat, I am dizzy and have no worries. I saw him rising from a high building,
Oops... Regardless of it, no matter how dilapidated the temple is, you can still drink sesame oil from the temple..."
There was a certain open-minded and heroic spirit in that voice...
