Bright Sword's Bloody War of Resistance

Chapter 641 Prosperity
Zhou Weihan is 27 years old this year. In this era, at Zhou Weihan's age, under normal circumstances, he would probably have three or four children.

Of course, Tan Lin understood Zhou Weihan's mood at this moment, and he didn't ask Zhou Weihan to stay in Leijia Village for a long time. Instead, he took out some children's clothes that he had prepared earlier in the morning.

"When will Wen Qiang give birth?" Tan Lin asked.

Zhou Weihan pinched his fingers to calculate, and then said: "It should be December, I'm going to go back as soon as I have time!"

"It's useless for you to be anxious. These clothes were prepared early in the morning. You take them back. It's cold now. Whether you are a pregnant woman or a newborn child, you must take precautions!" Tan Lin said.

Zhou Weihan was very moved after hearing this, he has no experience in becoming a father soon, and he is not prepared for anything when the child is about to be born.

Jing Dagang led the troops to return soon, so Zhou Weihan did not need to personally command the Zhinan Army Division's combat operations against the East Asian Alliance Autonomous Army.

"Old Tan, I will go back to Pingshun tomorrow morning. Jing Dagang is coming back with a regiment and the 42nd regiment. Let him take full command of the combat matters!" Zhou Weihan said.

The next day, Zhou Weihan and the reconnaissance company got up early in the morning.

Due to the annihilation of the Fourth Japanese Cavalry Brigade in Southwest Shandong and the capture of many war horses, Zhou Weihan specially ordered that the two cavalry regiments each allocate some war horses to the reconnaissance company.

Pingshun is the only county seat in the Tainan base area. It is an important military town and also a commercial center. In the past year, with the help of the local government, many small workshops have been established in the surrounding villages, which greatly enriched the base area. Variety of commodities.

To the east of the county seat, a site of [-] to [-] mu was specially designated, surrounded by a circle of adobe walls, the middle part is a built shop, which is usually leased by local or foreign merchants in Pingshun, and the outer part is scattered stalls, which are ordinary People's stalls.

Every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and July, people from all over Pingshun gather here, and there are also many merchants or buyers from other counties.

For this reason, the Pingshun County Party Committee specially set up a market management office, the price of goods is unified, the quantity of goods is counted before entering the market, and the commercial tax collected through the market is enough to feed the soldiers of the 97th Division.

Near Niangen, at noon, the scene of the market became more lively, Zhou Weihan reined in his horse and stopped immediately when he saw this, instead he was in no hurry to go to the city to see his wife, and signaled the scout company to enter the city.

"Chief!" The soldier in charge of maintaining order at the door saw Zhou Weihan early in the morning.

"Why is it so lively today? There seem to be many more people coming and going than before?" Zhou Weihan asked.

"Chief, since the autumn harvest, people have been free, and they have spare money in their hands, so the number of people has increased all of a sudden!"

"Let's go in and have a look!" Zhou Weihan and the monk handed over their horses to the soldiers at the gate, and followed the crowd into the market.

I saw that in the market, there were crowds of people, the sound of selling was everywhere, and there were some handmade products in the small stalls.

"Candied haws, sour and sweet candied haws!"

"Member, get some candied haws to eat!" the monk said, swallowing and spitting.

"Go!" The three of them strolled to the booth.

"Master, how much are four bunches of candied haws?"

"Four cents!"

"Come four skewers, pack one bunch, and we'll eat the other three skewers directly!" After Zhou Weihan finished speaking, the monk quickly took out the ticket from his pocket.

"Master, I think your business is good. There are not many strings hanging on it. How much money can you make in a day!"

The old man who sells candied haws saw Zhou Weihan’s style, and he knew that he was also an official in the Eighth Route Army: “Hey, I’ve been free for a while, and I want to earn some spare money. More than two dollars!"

"That's quite a lot!" Zhou Weihan laughed.

After more than three months, the prosperity of the market far exceeded Zhou Weihan's expectation.

These days, it is good for ordinary people to have enough food at home, but in this market, a candied haws seller can earn more than two yuan a day.

Because it can be seen that in the past year, not to mention other places, the local people in Pingshuan have really become rich.

"Comrade, here you are, come back after eating!"

The three of Zhou Weihan strolled around the market for a while. Although there were few people in the shops in the central area of ​​the market, the people who came and went were obviously wealthy people, and most of the buyers placed large orders.

"Communist, isn't that He Kangmin from the farm on Mount Yanwang?" the monk pointed to the shop opposite.

The person the monk mentioned obviously also saw Zhou Weihan and the three of them, and immediately walked out of the shop: "Commissioner, are you back?"

"What? Is this the farm shop?"

"Yes, this is a distribution point that specializes in selling leather goods from the mountains. Director Ding asked me to keep an eye on it! There is also a medicinal material area that specializes in selling medicinal materials from the mountains!" He Kangminhui reported.

"How's business?"

"In the past month, the business has been very good. Last month, the turnover reached more than 3000 yuan, and this month may be even more!"

Although the land in the Taihang Mountains is barren, there are rich products in the mountains. Ding Dasuan specially organizes people to enter the mountains, and even collects scattered goods from the people in the mountains. Just leather goods and medicinal materials have become the source of funds for major projects.

While the two were talking, they saw a few people in uniforms of the Eighth Route Army hurried over.

"Boss, I'm Qiu Jiannan from the Market Management Office!" The person who came first gave a military salute.

"Yeah!" Zhou Weihan nodded, he didn't need someone to tell him, he knew it was the soldier at the door who informed him.

"Chief, there are too many people here, why don't we go to the management office!" Qiu Jiannan suggested.

"No, many of our markets are shops owned by local governments and military forces. Tell me first, what was the turnover of our own shops last month?"

Qiu Jiannan realized that Zhou Weihan was inspecting his work. Fortunately, all these things were in his mind, and he said immediately: "Last month's turnover was 56 yuan, the bulk of which mainly concentrated on salt and iron sold by the public and products from various factories in the base area. In fact, especially after the mining progress of rock salt in the southwestern Shandong base area has come up, in addition to our base areas around Tainan, even big buyers from Kaifeng, Luoyang, and even Shaanxi have come!"

"Beyond that, including the rental fee of the shop, booth fee, commercial tax, etc., there are more than [-] yuan!"

"That's right, you've done a good job. Not only does our Eighth Route Army make a profit, but it also drives the circulation of goods in the entire base area. Just one month's profit is enough to cover half a year's expenses for the troops of the Tainan Military Region!" Zhou Weihan said.

　Hey, it's hard to say, brothers

　　
　
(End of this chapter)