hunting in 1986

Chapter 98 97 Foreigners, Telegram
The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the light is scattered on the earth, as if the ground is covered with a layer of frost.

Wang Yuan, Li Yan, and Li Ping picked six baskets + two bags of watermelon, which was really a lot, and hurried home with their heads depressed.

"Ah~ ah~"

In the woods by the roadside, there was an ugly night owl calling. In an instant, Li Yan and Li Ping rode faster, and Wang Yuan had no choice but to hurry up.

Finally they returned to Xiaobaitun, Wang Yuan unloaded all the watermelons, then rushed into the house to scoop up half a ladle of cold water from the water tank, drank it directly.

"Ah ~ cool."

"Don't drink cold water and be careful of stomach upset, the scoop is left to dry in the cold."

"It's okay, you can drink cold water for free."

After taking a bath by the water man outside, the three of them went to bed on the kang, Li Yan in the middle, Wang Yuan on the right, and Li Ping on the left.

A brother-in-law cannot stand next to his sister-in-law.

The next day.

Wang Yuan got up early, and saw that the sky hadn't completely brightened outside, and the village was very quiet, only some crickets were rustling.

Li Yan said in a daze, "It's so early."

"I'm going to deliver eggs to the city, you guys don't need to get up so early to sleep."

After Wang Yuan put on his clothes, he got off the kang, and the three local dogs lying cross-legged next to the stove immediately woke up, slapping, slapping, and the sticks and straws twitching their tails slapped.

Then they got up, stretched themselves, and ran happily towards Wang Yuan.

"Wang woo~"

"Woooo~"

After sleeping all night, the three dogs are all energetic, jumping up and down and want to play with Wang Yuan for a while.

The dogs are also very smart, they can't beat and scold them when they haven't made a mistake, so Wang Yuan took them to the yard to run and play with them for a few minutes before leaving the house.

"Wang?"

The dogs tilted their heads and watched Wang go away through the stick, then ran into the house to sleep again.

When Wang Yuan walked to the chicken farm and just opened the gate, Uncle Wei Guo came over with an ox cart.

"Xiaoyuan, I got up late today."

"It's okay, I just came here, come, pack the eggs."

After loading baskets of eggs into the cart and tying them up, Wang Yuan and Uncle Wei Guo got on the bullock cart and drove to the city.

cluck clack~
There was mist, and the morning air was a bit cold. The ox cart was moving forward slowly, and Wang Yuan and Uncle Wei Guo were chatting all the way with their hands in their hands.

When they arrived in the city, some of the eggs were unloaded in the restaurant, and then the other eggs were taken to the supply and marketing cooperative.

noon.

Wang Yuan and Wei Guoshu ate in the small courtyard behind the restaurant as usual, sauerkraut blood sausage, pork head meat, stewed fish, pot-wrapped meat, ground three delicacies and so on.

Wang Yuan took a piece of pork head and ate it, then had a drink with Uncle Wei Guo:
"Come and go, Uncle Wei."

"Dry!"

Liu Weiguo likes to deliver eggs to the city. Every time he delivers eggs, he can eat a table of delicious dishes, and it doesn't cost a penny.

"Uncle Wei, after dinner, you can rest in this courtyard for a while, and I will send a telegram to the post office."

"Send a telegram? Where should I send it?"

Liu Weiguo slowed down the speed of chewing the pot-packed meat, and his curiosity was aroused in an instant. Sending a telegram was a waste of money.

"Send it to a friend of mine in Yanjing, don't worry, I'll be back soon."

After eating, Wang Yuan left the small courtyard, and rode Li Shen's bicycle to the post office. The bicycle chain seemed to be oiled up, rattling~ Thief is hard to ride and not silky at all.

Turning an intersection, he also saw a few white men taking pictures with their cameras, they seemed to be curious about everything they saw.Passers-by were also curious to see them.

They were chattering about something, but as long as they wanted to get close to passers-by, the passers-by would run away like they were hiding from the plague god.

Wang Yuan wanted to leave, but a young Caucasian man ran up to him: "If Esther is right, crooked goose is..."

Oh, it turned out to be a restaurant.

Wang Yuan thought for a while, and said directly: "one hundred dollar."

The white young man was stunned for a moment. In fact, he made a bet with his friends and asked 200 random passers-by on the streets of Lindu to see if anyone could speak English. He guessed yes, and his friend guessed no.

There were people coming and going on the street, Wang Yuan didn't want to be regarded as a dog spy, besides, he still had work, so he said "poor ghost" in English and wanted to leave.

As a result, the white youth quickly stopped him again, and then yelled at their companions, and soon his companions all ran over.

Two men and two women, they all looked at Wang Yuan curiously.

A yellow-haired woman said, "Hey DeMiller, does he really know English?"

Another young man smiled and said, "DeMille, you can't be the one who taught him just now, right?"

"He would actually say, he just asked me for $100, hey, say it again."

Wang Yuan lazily paid attention to these idiots, stretched out his hand and counted silently in his heart. He planned to count to ten and if the other party still didn't give the money, he would leave directly.

Although Huaxia was poorer than the United States at this time, it didn't mean that he personally wanted to be a dwarf and help them for free.

In his own words, he is still a "noble and rare" reborn person, and the money will not be too little in the future, and it is an honor for a few little yellow hairs to be able to talk to him.

When he silently counted to 4, "DeMille" took out 100 dollars and handed it to him.

Seeing the money, Wang Yuan laughed instantly. In this day and age, ordinary Americans can't earn $100 a day, so it's really not a small amount of money.

After not speaking for a long time, his English was also a little rusty, so he spoke Chinglish and said, "For your generosity, I'll take you to the restaurant myself, follow up, Kamuang."

"Oh God, he really does speak English."

"How do you speak English?"

"Say a few more words, your pronunciation is not standard, but we can understand it."

"There are so few people who can speak English, why don't you learn English?"

They explained in a hurry, and Wang Yuan also understood that it was a bet, just like a small game when bored.

Wang Yuan said slowly: "We are learning Russian, Atkudavi Pliyehari."

DeMille immediately understood that because of the problems of the camp, foreign languages ​​​​mainly learn Russian, which is very normal.

During the conversation, I learned that the four of them are indeed from the United States, and they just came from Yanjing today.

Wang Yuan didn't discriminate against them either. Since the money was collected, he naturally had to do a good job. He took them directly to his own restaurant and told them that the meal cost 50 US dollars per person.

Each person can order five dishes at will, which can be less but not more. Considering that they are used to sharing meals and using knives and forks, Wang Yuan specially asked the steward to take care of them.

Use a plate to share meals, give small forks and spoons, and forget about small table knives.

If the money is paid in place, it is also possible to take proper care of it.

"I wish you a pleasant meal, see you soon."

Wang Yuan greeted them with a smile and then left. Most of the American people who can visit China in this era are rich. When they get tired of playing in other countries, they want to come to the mysterious East to have a look.

So they don't care if the price is higher, and the asking price is not too outrageous.

Wang Yuan rode his bicycle to the post office, said "Comrade, send a telegram" and handed him a piece of paper.

"1 cents is 2 words, think about it before writing."

"I understand."

After Wang Yuan thought about it, he wrote in the content column: "My friend has wild ginseng, six leaves, two for four, do you want it? How much?"

This telegram was sent to Zheng Lian of Yanjing. Wang Yuan really wanted to know how much a six-leaf ginseng was worth.

"I collected 4200 yuan, so I can earn thousands of yuan in one hand?"

Of course, Wang Yuan didn't plan to sell it. He could earn more than 1 yuan a month by raising chickens and dividends from restaurants.

Many people are still working hard to become ten thousand yuan households. He has already earned more than ten thousand yuan a month. This is the result of increased competition in restaurants and a sharp reduction in vegetable prices, otherwise he would have earned even more.

However, Wang Yuan did not drift away, instead he became more and more low-key. In this era of making money, "gou" is the kingly way, making a fortune silently.

After handing the paper to the staff, the other party looked at the content and found that there was nothing wrong with it.

Then he asked the recipient's address, name and Wang Yuan's address, name, etc., and charged another two yuan and one sixty cents, and Wang Yuan left.

"Comrade, let me ask one more question, when will my friend receive it?"

"I probably won't be able to receive it today, and tomorrow will be the soonest." Feeling that Wang Yuan's attitude was okay, the staff replied coldly.

The transmission of radio messages is fast, but it takes time to translate the newspaper, and it takes time for the postman to deliver it to the home.

Time is mostly wasted on both ends.

Wang Yuan pushed his bicycle and walked out, squinting his eyes to see the big sun above his head, and said in his heart: "I really miss the era of mobile phones. It is too troublesome and too expensive to spread news in this era."

However, there is also an advantage of poor news, that is, the prices of goods vary greatly from place to place. For example, watermelon costs a few cents a catty in some provinces, while it costs a few cents a catty in some cities.

Huge profits gave birth to speculation.

Of course, the bosses think that speculation does not produce goods, it is just a transfer, and it is suspected of hoarding and driving up prices, just like those black-hearted salt merchants and grain merchants in ancient times.

After leaving the post office, Wang Yuan rode a bicycle to find Uncle Wei Guo, and the two drove the ox cart to the house.

When passing by the village, Uncle Wei saw an old-fashioned chicken cake, so he gritted his teeth and bought one for 3 yuan.

Wang Yuan bought one for 5 yuan. The old-fashioned chicken cake is in the shape of a squat mushroom with a burnt brown surface and is made of flour, eggs, and sugar.

"This freshly baked cake is quite delicious and fragrant." Wang Yuan took a piece and ate it.

Uncle Wei Guo has a happy smile on his face. He earns 3 yuan for one egg transport, which is equivalent to the egg cakes he earned in a day.

"My kids and their mother love chicken cakes, they must be happy to see these."

"Won't Auntie scold you for spending money indiscriminately? Haha~"

Wang Yuan laughed first, and Uncle Wei Guo also laughed, and he also guessed that he would not be able to run away after a scolding.

After parting at the entrance of the village, Wang Yuan walked home with the chicken cake, and soon saw the little girl playing with the big white cat in his yard through the stick, giggling and rippling.

A piece of thin rope is tied to the top of a wooden stick, and a few colorful rooster tail feathers are tied to the other end of the rope. When it falls together, the big white cat will stupidly stretch out its paws to catch it.

"Little girl!"

"Huh? Second brother, you're back!" The little girl immediately ran over on her short legs, faster than the three dogs.

"I'm back, I'm back, I bought an egg cake, do you want to eat it?" Wang Yuan picked up the little girl and let her sit on the crook of his left arm.

"Gudong~" the little girl swallowed her saliva, and then said milkyly: "Break half of a pan for me, my sister-in-law is stewing ribs, I want to save my stomach to eat ribs."

"Oh, you're pretty smart."

Wang Yuan burst into laughter instantly, and then walked into the house with the little girl in his arms.

Three dirt dogs and a big white cat followed him.

(End of this chapter)