Mixed in the last days as a salted fish

Chapter 98 put a long line to catch big fish
At noon the next day, Zhang Hao waited alone at the gate of the village, with a suitcase full of cash at his feet.

The money was specially deposited at home before.

After all, once the power goes out, you can only rely on cash.

And in contrast, bank transfers will leave transaction records, and cash is safer.

When Village Chief Fan saw Zhang Hao, he couldn't help being curious and said:

"Old Zhang, what are you?"

"Wait, prepare to buy some food stamps for backup."

Zhang Hao didn't hide anything, and it wasn't necessary.

"Your family doesn't have enough food?" Village Chief Fan subconsciously shook his head as soon as the words came out: "No, if anyone's family is short of food, your family will not be short of food. I think you are more vigilant than all of us. "

"Well, I just can't stand those ticket dealers. I don't want to make them cheaper. I can still buy food stamps now, but it won't be so easy in the future."

Zhang Hao explained casually.

Long Jianhua on the side couldn't help but interjected, "What's the price at the ticket dealer? I want to buy some coal tickets, and the firewood at home is almost gone."

"Currently there are only rice tickets, 20 yuan a catty."

"Twenty?" Long Jianhua immediately said angrily, "The rice in the supply and marketing cooperative is only [-] pounds, which is two yuan more expensive than real rice, which is too bullying."

"Twenty is indeed high. Since the opening of the supply and marketing cooperatives, the price of rice on the market has plummeted, almost falling below 40 yuan. They really dare to ask for a price."

Village head Fan followed suit.

"If it's more expensive, it's more expensive!" Zhang Hao waved his hand with a smile: "I think that if you buy it, you will earn it. After all, food is just needed, and no one wants too much."

"I understand the truth, but this is too embarrassing. I don't want to be slaughtered, just like a fool... or something."

Long Jianhua looked disgusted.

Although he is not short of money, he does not want to be taken advantage of.

Zhang Hao was a little embarrassed, and quickly changed the subject:

"Uncle Fan, is there anyone selling food stamps in our village?"

"I don't know." Village Chief Fan shook his head, feeling a little uncertain: "Shouldn't there be?"

"Absolutely. I saw Lao Aotou sold his food stamps yesterday, and then used the money to buy wine."

Long Jianhua replied immediately.

Zhang Hao was a little curious: "Who is the old concave head?"

"Captain, Old Autou is an old gambler in the village. He was obsessed with gambling when he was young, and ended up losing all his family property, and finally broke up his wife and children.

If Uncle Fan hadn't looked at him pitifully and let the village take care of him, he might have died long ago. "

Long Jianhua helped to introduce.

"It's all from the folks in the village. We can't just watch him fend for himself."

Village Chief Fan sighed.

Gambling hurts people!
"Uncle Fan, since you are in charge of the food, you should take back the food stamps and not waste them. I suggest setting up a food stamp recycling station in the village. If someone regrets it in the future, they can buy the food stamps back with money."

Zhang Hao tried to suggest.

If you don't do this, people like Lao Aotou will probably be taken care of in a few years, and there is no way to take care of them. In the end, they will only starve to death.

Although Village Chief Fan felt that it was unnecessary, Boss Zhang couldn't help but give him face, so he nodded:
"Okay, I'll open the recycle bin later."

As soon as the words were finished, yesterday's ticket dealers arrived, and there were four people in total.

Seeing this, Village Chief Fan and Long Jianhua made up an excuse and left. There were people coming and going in the village, so there was no need to worry about safety.

Zhang Hao cut to the chase and said, "Where are the things?"

"It's all inside!"

The ticket dealer patted the satchel on his waist.

"how many?"

"A total of 12 catties."

"Huh? So much?"

Zhang Hao was a little surprised.

Calculated on the basis of 4000 catties per capita, this means that at least 62 people have sold food stamps, adding up to a total of [-] tons of rice.

"Brother, there are a lot of local tyrants here, many of them have enough rice, enough to get moldy, it's not short of dozens of catties, besides, the rice in the supply and marketing cooperatives is old rice, some people don't like it! "

The ticket dealer explained casually.

"Okay, I'll take it all." Zhang Hao nodded, and secretly calculated: "20 yuan a catty, the total is 250 million?"

"That's right." The ticket dealer nodded.

"Two hundred and fifty doesn't sound good, I'll give you another ten thousand!" Zhang Hao offered to propose.

It's not that he has too much money and no place to spend it, but he wants to take the opportunity to show favor to the other party. Since there are many local tyrants in Huicheng, he doesn't mind charging more food coupons.

"Thank you, thank you so much."

The ticket dealer burst into tears of gratitude.

Zhang Hao waved his hand, then kicked the suitcase next to his feet: "There are a total of 300 million in the suitcase, and the extra 49 is an advance payment. You continue to collect food stamps for me, and the price remains the same."

The reason why he is so generous is because he wants to put a long line to catch big fish. Only by pretending that he is not short of money will the other party be determined to collect food coupons for him.

If the other party doesn't keep their promises, it's just that. It's only a few hundred thousand.

"What's so funny..."

The ticket dealer quickly untied his satchel and handed it over.

Zhang Hao checked the food stamps roughly and found no problems. After all, it is almost impossible to produce high-quality imitation food stamps in such a short period of time.

"There's no problem with food stamps. Next Monday, it's still this time. Let's see each other."

The ticket dealer nodded, and quickly promised: "Brother, don't worry, my old Xu is the most trustworthy. Next time we meet, I promise to give you a big surprise."

"Well, then I won't send you off."

"Stay."

……

When he got home, Zhang Hao specially counted out two thousand catties of food stamps, and then locked all the remaining food stamps in the safe for later use.

In the kitchen, Li Dajuan and Mother Zhou were making dumplings, while Aunt Lisa was helping.

"Hey, are you eating dumplings today? What stuffing?"

"Seafood dumplings, little pudding is clamoring to eat."

Li Dajuan replied with a smile.

"Mom, don't get too used to him..."

Zhang Hao replied subconsciously.

Li Dajuan was suddenly unhappy: "Isn't it just eating dumplings? Why are you so used to it?"

"cough……"

Zhang Hao rubbed his nose, he just unconsciously substituted the reality into the dream, most of the time in the dream, even if it was Chinese New Year, he couldn't eat a meal of dumplings.

In order to ease the embarrassment, he quickly handed over the food stamp in his hand, and casually explained:

"Mom, here are two thousand catties of food stamps. When the post office opens, you can send a few hundred catties to each of uncle and his family. I don't know if they have stocked up on food in time."

The older generation has many brothers and sisters.

The fucking side is no exception.

He has three uncles and one aunt, which are relatively few compared with ordinary families.

Li Dajuan immediately put away the food stamps.

Her hometown is in Shuzhou. Due to the distance and the fact that her second and third brothers passed away due to illness a few years ago, she has not been back for two or three years.

I don't know what's going on at my natal family's side, and whether I have followed her reminder. In case nothing is prepared, these food coupons came at the right time.

ps: Ask for recommended tickets and monthly tickets!

(End of this chapter)