good old days

Although the reform and opening up allowed small businesses to be run, the products in the vineyards still belong to the public. They can be regarded as township collective enterprises. Where they are sold and at what price they are sold are all decided by the superiors. As for whether there are any extra ones that can be sold to private individuals, they still have to find out on their own.

After the policy came out, the market environment was more relaxed than before. Chen Yi felt that the problem was not big. Luo Chaosheng could buy last year's old goods. This shows that the local market in Xinjiang Province cannot handle so many dried fruits all year round.

Chen Yi doesn't want to come here every time he purchases goods. This time, the ideal goal is to establish a connection with the local township government, so that the supply of goods in the future can be guaranteed.

The old man smoked the tobacco he rolled himself on weekdays. After receiving the cigarette, his eyes narrowed when he smiled. He immediately asked the woman in his family to kill a black and red chicken that was running in the yard to entertain the guests.

Yellow-orange carrots, shiny raisins and rice are mixed together, the color is bright and beautiful, and every grain of rice is carrying the fragrance of carrots and raisins. Of course, if you ignore the smell of mutton fat and lamb chops, this hand-meal Jiang Xinyu got two bowls of rice.

The old man's wife was very hospitable. Seeing that she didn't want to eat rice, she kindly gave her a dry one.
  Naan garnished with sesame seeds.

Luo Chaosheng and the old man communicated in Uyghur, and Jiang Xinyu couldn't understand a word. It wasn't until the two of them finished communicating and the old man's boy took them around the village that Luo Chaosheng said: "Tomorrow morning, Maimaitijiang will take him My son asked me to go to the vineyard. Abu can speak Chinese. Chen Yi will invite you to a table at a nearby restaurant at noon tomorrow. After eating and drinking, our relationship will naturally become closer. The local ethnic groups are the same as us Han people. There are good people and bad people, but most ethnic comrades are very hospitable. Maimai Tijiang said that the orders from major stores in Xinjiang Province this year are not as many as last year. I see that the Urumqi market is still selling last year's old goods, although they are still sold to individuals. There is no precedent, but the policies above are different, so you still have a chance."

Chen Yi nodded: "Thank you, Uncle Luo, for your help."

Luo Chaosheng said with a smile: "You're welcome, I don't have to spend money on anything, I'm just a person, and I can stop by and have a look."

Every house in the village has a courtyard, but Wang Sumei feels that it is completely different from the village in her brigade. The overall look is earthy and earthy, and the walls feel very thick.

Uncle Luo smoked a cigarette and said: "They used to live in earthen kilns, but now they all live in upper houses. The courtyard walls of every household are enclosed."

The boy from the Maimaitijiang family jumped forward and picked a few yellow flat fruits from the tree, then grinned and waved to them, asking them to hurry over.

Uncle Luo said: "This is a fig, it's so sweet to eat."

Jiang Xinyu ate the dried figs that Uncle Luo brought back, and compared them with the freshly picked figs. Oh my God, they are really sweet.

"Are there any specially grown ones? Let's bring some dried figs back."

Luo Chaosheng shook his head, "There aren't any here. There are quite a few in southern Xinjiang. There are sellers of dried fruits in the market in Urumqi. There are many kinds. If you don't mind it, just go there to get the goods. If you don't mind it, you can go to other places. If you come across a small vendor selling these, you can buy more.”

Xinjiang Province is too big, and the current transportation is not very convenient. It is really not convenient at all to pick up and inspect the goods.

The next morning, I visited the vineyard again with staff from the local township government. At noon, everyone gathered in a restaurant with strong ethnic characteristics.

Maimaitijiang's son Abdul can indeed speak Chinese, but his accent is a bit non-standard and sounds weird. He is not the only one. Comrades from other ethnic groups speak Chinese in the same tone as him.

Brightly colored spicy lamb trotters, hot thin-skinned lamb buns, chewy ramen noodles, and golden-brown lamb skewers wrapped in egg liquid.

There were many ethnic comrades at the table, and Luo Chaosheng played the role of translator and lubrication. While chatting and laughing, Chen Yi found out clearly the output and shipment volume of the vineyard in recent years.

Compared with the previous guests at the wine table who each had a hundred thoughts, the people at this table can be described as having no minds. They all spoke directly and their thoughts were on their faces and mouths.

After getting drunk, a baron patted his chest and said, "raisins, there are plenty of them. There are still a lot of last year's left. Our raisins are extremely delicious. You came here at the right time."

Wang Sumei praised: "It's really delicious. Anyone who eats it must say "Yakexi". We sell it to other places to promote the fruits of Xinjiang Province. Everyone will definitely like your place. You are all Yakexi. Good stuff!" Jiang Xinyu wanted to laugh when she heard this. Her mother-in-law knew how to apply it. She talked to these people too much, and her accent became weird.

Abudu walked up to Chen Yi and asked, "How much do you want?"

Chen Yi said: "Look at your price and shipping cost, and then I will plan how much it will cost."

Abdul said: "If you can help us get rid of last year's old goods, I can help you go to the railway to get the same price as the goods shipped to other provinces before."

Chen Yi feels that this Abudu looks honest and enthusiastic, but in fact he is still a bit scheming.

Most of the goods from the vineyards here are supplied to the province, because the selling price is not cheap and the purchasing power of the province is insufficient. They are rare in department stores in other provinces. The high freight will inevitably be included in the cost. This is destined to The sales volume will not be too high, so although the output of raisins is not high, there is still a situation of stale goods.

Whether you can agree with what Abdul said depends on the quality of last year's raisins.

"Let's go see last year's raisins first."

Abu was very happy: "We have stored them very well. They are all edible and can be stored for a few more months. If you can collect them, I can make this year's new goods cheaper for you."

Jiang Xinyu turned her head and asked Luo Chaosheng: "Uncle, the price of raisins is not expensive locally, right? Why can't it be sold?"

Luo Chaosheng glanced at her, shook his head and asked, "Do you think fifty cents is a lot?"

Jiang Xinyu shook her head honestly, "It's not much."

Between the school subsidy and the translation fee, she would have about thirty yuan a month. Fifty cents has a strong purchasing power, but it is really not much.

Luo Chaosheng spread his hands: "You think it's not much, but are you willing to buy meat every day?"

"The people here are much poorer than you think. The fellow villagers don't have much money, and the people who moved from other provinces can only bring a pound or two with them when they return to their hometown."

Jiang Xinyu discovered that her understanding was wrong. She thought that these dried fruits were something that the locals could often eat, but she did not expect that they were also a rare commodity in the local area.

Wang Sumei saw Luo Chaosheng holding up the wine glass again, frowned and said, "You are not young anymore, and wine is not a good thing. Have you forgotten your father's lesson?"

Being said to be too young, Luo Chaosheng felt a little uncomfortable, but he still put down his glass, "I'm only forty-six, why am I too old?"

Wang Sumei was surprised: "You are only forty-six? I believe you even if you say fifty-six."

Luo Chaosheng: "..."

He wanted to find a mirror to see how old he was.