Siheyuan: Start with a big car

Chapter 12 Kindness in the bangs
The next morning was cold and windy.

Li Weidong was dressed like a bear, with a gauze mask on his face and a lantern with a glass cover in his hand, walking on the streets of Beijing.

It had just rained two days ago, the ground was freezing, and when you stepped on it, there was a crisp sound of "creaky, creaky".

The street lamps on both sides of the road emit dim lights.

Li Weidong walked a full five miles along the twilight and came to a cramped alley.

The alley is also dead silent, but there are countless fireflies swimming in it, and being in it is like coming to a ghost in the world.

But this mythical creature is a place of hope for people.

This is a pigeon market in Beijing.

The origin of the pigeon market has been undocumented, but its origin is very clear, that is, the material rationing system.

In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, materials were scarce, and food and industrial supplies could not meet the living needs of the people.

Therefore, the ticket system is adopted to solve this problem.

The principle is very simple. Each household issues tickets according to different standards.

With the ticket, you can buy goods.

This creates a problem. Some residents have large households and do not have enough coupons, while some residents are rich in coupons.

The pigeon market was born.

In this grey area, residents can exchange tickets.

Over time, the pigeon market has grown in size.

The rural commune members in the suburbs of Beijing also sell their agricultural products at the pigeon market.

Ticket dealers who specialize in reselling tickets and antique dealers who collect and sell antiques also came to the pigeon market.

The police station naturally knew the existence of the pigeon market.

However, considering the needs of the people, as long as there is no major incident, we will turn a blind eye.

Only occasionally send people to patrol once to catch a few ticket dealers.

Since it is a gray area and will not be managed from above, buyers and sellers in the pigeon market are very cautious.

Sellers usually spread a piece of old newspaper on the ground and put a 'sample' on the newspaper.

Those who sell millet put a small handful of millet, and those who sell peanuts put a small handful of peanuts.

When the buyer meets the buyer and the two parties reach an agreement, the seller will take out the goods.

Li Weidong has no 'sample', so he can only put the ore machine on the old newspaper, and carry the lantern so that people who are 'shopping' can see it clearly.

Ore machines are rare in the folk, and have never appeared in the pigeon market.

It quickly attracted a lot of onlookers.

Everyone was very curious, but did not ask aloud.

Because according to the rules of the pigeon market, buyers and sellers cannot talk.

Li Weidong was already prepared, he pulled on the antenna and turned on the ore machine.

Soon there was a melodious music in the icy air.

The silence of the pigeon market for more than ten years has been broken.

A middle-aged man in a felt hat and a gray tunic couldn't help but said, "Well, does this radio sound without batteries?"

Li Weidong ignored him.

Although the ore machine is very small, there is always someone who understands it.

Sure enough, as soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, a young man with tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose said, "Comrade, is this an ore machine?"

The onlookers were very interested in the battery-free radio, and surrounded the young people with questions.

"What is an ore machine?"

"Can it ring without batteries?"

"How many tables can you take?"

When the young man said that he could only receive one station, many people backed down.

"Only one station, what's the use?"

"What's wrong with one station? Even a radio can't broadcast two stations at once!"

"That is, the ore machine does not need batteries, which also saves a lot of expenses."

The one who was most interested was the middle-aged man, who asked in a low voice, "Comrade, how do you sell the ore machine?"

Li Weidong didn't answer, twisted the button lightly, and soon found a new radio station.

The savvy young man couldn't help but exclaimed, "Today is a knife stab in the ass—eyes opened! Comrade, how much is your ore machine, I bought it!"

——There are not many radio stations these days, and I can receive two, which is enough for daily use.

And you don't need to buy a battery, what a bike.

When the middle-aged man saw a competitor, he panicked and stretched out three fingers.

30 yuan!Each can make a net profit of 25 yuan.

Moreover, this ore machine can only accept two sets, which is already considered a good price.

But is Li Weidong a contented person?
No!

He stretched out a slap.

"Hey, little comrade, you are too dark, you really sold the ore machine as a radio?" The middle-aged man shook his head and winked at the young man: "This thing is useless, don't buy it, everyone."

Good guy, malicious price reduction!
Li Weidong glared at him and stretched out a finger.

The meaning is obvious, there is only such a one, love it or not.

The young man originally wanted to lower the price, but at this time he couldn't care less, he took out five pieces of Great Unity from his arms and handed them over.

Without checking it, he ran away with the ore machine in his arms.

After the goods were sold, Li Weidong also closed the stall and left.

When he left, he didn't forget to give the middle-aged man a little thumbs up.

This kind of person is the most annoying, you can not buy it if you think it is too expensive, and even maliciously lower the price.

The middle-aged man knew that he had broken the rules of the pigeon market, so he could only helplessly watch Li Weidong disappear at the end of the alley.

With a huge sum of more than 80 yuan, naturally I can't wrong myself.

Li Weidong went to Chaoyang Vegetable Market to buy two catties of lean meat, two catties of eggs, a chicken and some vegetables.

When I returned to the courtyard, the immature Chaoyang was already hanging on the towers.

The pale golden sunlight dispelled the cold, and the courtyard that had been frozen overnight was also lively.

Every household's food smells lingering and intertwined, pots and pans and spoons tinkle and reverberate, and the air is full of fireworks.

As soon as Li Weidong entered the compound, he saw Liu Haizhong beating Liu Guangfu.

"You, this little bastard, dares to steal the wine of the labor and capital, let's see if the labor and capital won't beat you to death today."

There are three hobbies in Liu Hai, beating his son, drinking, and being an official.

Liu Guangfu committed two crimes.

This time, if you don't get killed, you have to peel off a layer of skin.

Li Weidong didn't want to take care of other people's family affairs, so he was going to go around.

When Liu Haizhong saw Li Weidong approaching, his small eyes rolled around, he gave up beating the child and walked towards Li Weidong.

"Wei Dong, did you know that Lao Yi is going to take away your house."

Li Weidong pretended to be surprised: "Impossible, Yi Zhonghai is the uncle of our compound, and it is impossible for him to fall into trouble."

"You don't know that Lao Yi is a man with benevolence, righteousness and morality in his mouth, but his heart is dark!" The fat on Liu Haizhong's fat face trembled. "Tell me, how can such a person be the uncle of our compound!"

Li Weidong understood that Liu Haizhong didn't care about him, but was simply dissatisfied with Yi Zhonghai.

However, no matter the reason, Liu Haizhong at least reminded him.

Li Weidong naturally wants to express his gratitude: "Thank you, Second Uncle, I will be careful."

After finishing speaking, I went home with the dishes.

Behind him, Liu Haizhong scratched his head and muttered to himself, "Be careful? Is it useful to be careful? Young people today really don't know that people's hearts are sinister."

He turned his head and found that Liu Guangfu had slipped away at some point.

He was so angry that he shouted: "Liu Guangfu, you bastard, come back to the labor and management."

Carrying a big stick, he looked for Liu Guangfu's figure in the yard.

(End of this chapter)