Siheyuan: There are three little cats at home

Chapter 544 Bastard Lao Yang

The business was so good that it was beyond Xu Qing’s imagination.

Just as he and Ma Jiefang got off the bus, a dozen people were already rushing into the grain station.

Xu Qing's face showed joy, and he was happy from the bottom of his heart.

My own grain station only sells grain. I never thought that there would be so many people today, making the supply and marketing cooperative even more lively than usual.

Ma Jiefang stood aside and was even more stunned. He took off his sheepskin hat and pushed his bicycle along the path:

"Brother Qingzi, you and my sister are going to have sex!"

Xu Qing smiled calmly and did not answer.

Business is good, but making a fortune is very difficult.

The price of white flour is 18.6 cents per pound. The price increased once the year before last, but the price has not increased since then. I sell it for the state and only earn 2 cents for five pounds.

It takes fifty kilograms to earn one dollar.

The price of stick noodles is much cheaper than that of white noodles, and the demand far exceeds that of white noodles.

However, these days, not many people dare to eat just white noodles.

Everyone knows that fine grains such as white noodles are delicious, while corn noodles are coarse grains that are difficult to swallow.

The problem is that it has just been re-opened and is not yet rich. In addition, the supply of white flour is not as large as that of stick noodles.

The price is quite a bit higher.

Therefore, residents of Sijiu City who don’t have much money on hand don’t care so much whether the stick noodles are delicious or not.

Filling your stomach is the most important thing, what does it taste like?

Who cares about that.

As a result, the sales of the white noodles that Xu Qing used his ability to separate have been unable to increase.

The stick noodles sell out very quickly.

This basically means that the grain station sells a lot of grain.

There's really not much money to be made.

If Xu Qing supplied all the food in the Fourth and Nine Cities, the situation would be different.

But this is impossible.

Moreover, Xu Qing never expected to make a fortune selling grain.

Otherwise, he would not have opened the meat factory half a year ago.

After finally squeezing through the crowd, Xu Qinggang locked his bicycle and parked it at the entrance of the grain station. Before he and Ma Jiefang entered the grain station, he heard Luo Hongjuan shouting:

"Hey, that comrade, the one wearing the blue scarf, is you. Don't look at others. That bag of millet weighs more than five kilograms. It's not yours. Don't take it randomly, otherwise your two yuan and three dollars will be lost."

Xu Qing hurriedly slipped into the grain station and looked for the man wearing a blue scarf among the crowd of people pushing and shoving.

When there are more people, there is a crowd, and there are crowds of people everywhere. In addition, most people are wearing similar clothes, either military green or dark blue.

In other words, women's clothes have more colors, but the styles are almost the same.

Fortunately, there are many people wearing scarves and few wearing scarves. It is not easy to find the person wearing a blue scarf at a glance.

Xu Qing glanced at the noisy crowd for a while, and just when his eyes locked, he saw his brother-in-law Liu Jianjun holding the man's shoulders and leading him out.

Liu Jianjun was tall and tall, he was a soldier, he was strong and powerful, and the old man with a stooped body wearing a blue scarf, wrapped in a shabby military coat, was pressed on the shoulders by Liu Jianjun, his face twisted in pain, I didn’t dare to take a breath.

Xu Qing did not move, standing on the left side of the entrance to the grain station, waiting for his brother-in-law and the old man.

When he saw the old man's appearance clearly, he couldn't help but frown and said, isn't this the old bastard, Lao Yang, who had a problem with Xu Damao?

This is really a narrow road between enemies.

"Lao Yang, do you want to fish in troubled waters at my food station?"

Xu Qing said with a cold face.

Liu Jianjun was stunned, his eyes blank, "Brother, do you know this person?"

Xu Qing hummed.

And Lao Yang, who was wearing a blue scarf, stared at Xu Qing, his face was earthy, silent, and his eyebrows drooped, knowing that he was about to suffer.

However, he soon revealed his yellow teeth and smiled:

"Hey, aren't you the one who lives in the same compound as Xu Damao? If I had known that you ran this grain station, I wouldn't have come over."

Xu Qing's face was expressionless. He had seen many old gangsters from Sijiu City over the years.

There are not a few people like Lao Yang who still wander the streets every day.

Liu Jianjun didn't know what to do for a moment, so he asked Xu Qing amidst the noisy crowd:

"Brother, this person?"

"You're an old bastard. Take it out and stay away from him."

Liu Jianjun understood instantly and responded:

"Okay, brother, then I'll talk to him alone."

Liu Jianjun took Lao Yang out of the grain station.

At this time, Ma Jiefang, who had been tinkering with the bicycle for a long time, walked in, avoided the group of people who were leaving after buying food and drawing prizes, and said to Xu Qing:

"Brother Qingzi, Xiaoya's man founded the army, who is that old man you just brought back?"

Ma Jiefang had never followed Xu Qing and met Lao Yang.

Coupled with the number of times Xu Qing has met Lao Yang, it has only been a handful of times in the past ten years.

The first time Xu Damao asked him to deal with Lao Yang, they met him once.

Later, Lao Yang ran to the compound to trouble Xu Damao.

We met again last year, but that was because Cao Xiaojun persuaded Shouhou and Feng Baldzi to raid the grain station in the middle of the night. After stealing the grain, they sold the stolen goods to Lao Yang.

All in all, Xu Qing had only met Lao Yang three or four times. If it weren't for his amazing memory, he would have almost not recognized him just now.

Xu Qing took off the gloves on his hands, put them into his pockets and said:

"Just an old bastard, I didn't see him wearing a blue scarf."

Ma Jiefang opened his mouth and said, "What Sister Hongjuan is saying is that the old man is willing to follow other people's millet. How about I go out and repair it with Jianjun to loosen the bones."

Xu Qing waved his hand, "Forget it, Jianjun can be dealt with by himself. You, who is about to be promoted to deputy factory director, should stop messing around at this juncture. That old bastard is not a good person."

Ma Jiefang scratched his head and said: "Brother Qingzi, when did our Fourth and Nine City lack a factory director? Even if I get promoted, I will still be a deputy. Didn't you listen to what others said? Throw a brick from the city gate building, for sure." It can hit a high-ranking official, but now after the reform, the country says it will restructure state-owned factories, but it keeps encouraging the construction of factories, and I don’t know what the trouble is.”

Xu Qing walked around the stove and walked towards the counter, preparing to collect the money for his wife Jinghong, and said:

"Jiefang, isn't your wife complaining to you again?"

Ma Jiefang followed behind and said hummingly:

"I have been a section chief for several years. My wife has a technical secondary school degree and has worked in the No. 3 Factory for many years. The factory has always refused to allocate rooms to us. She always asks me to ask the factory if we can We need a bigger house for us to live in. We now have two children and we still live with my dad. Whenever we quarrel, my parents come out to interfere. She is annoyed to death, and so am I."

Hearing this, Xu Qing thought and said:

"The factory didn't tell you why they wouldn't allocate you a house?"

"Say it," Ma Jiefang said with a bitter look on his face: "The factory director said he was nervous. People who had not gone to the countryside to join the queue in the past two years have all come back. There are organizational difficulties. If you want to be assigned a room, you have to queue up and wait slowly. Unlike before.

He also said that he was the leader of Factory No. 3 and had been living in the same Tongzi building he had been assigned to for the past few years. He was the director of the factory and didn’t say anything. I was the section chief, so there was nothing to worry about. "Xu Qing took over from Luo Hongjuan to collect the money and asked him to help Sanhuzi's wife and Lihua and the others load food for people, and then said to Ma Jiefang, who was standing outside the counter, looking unhappy:

"Okay, stop complaining, get down to business first, and then we'll talk after you're done."

Ma Jiefang nodded his head, turned around and took a look. He saw an endless stream of people vying to buy grain and draw prizes. Without saying a word, he and Luo Hongjuan helped San Huzi's wife load grain for the guests who were buying grain.

Xu Qing collected the food stamps and stood at the counter. He glanced at the rainy man's third aunt, the middle-aged woman who had caused trouble not long ago. She was here again today. He wanted to ask Ma Jiefang to send the person out.

But after thinking about it for a while, I decided to forget it.

Today, New Year's Day, there are many people coming to buy food. It is not worthwhile to waste time for her.

Furthermore, the last time Yuyu came to the grain station, she took her third aunt to apologize, and there were always customers coming in, so there was no reason to kick them out.

Besides, if you can make money, why bother struggling with money.

He was very busy at this time, and Xu Qing didn't have the time to pay attention. When he put the thick stack of food stamps in his hand into the drawer under the counter, he looked up again and saw Yuyu Man's third aunt, smiling happily with a The girl in her early twenties left the large black pottery vat where the lottery was held, showed her right hand that won the mung bean, and said:

"Boss Xu, mung beans, seems to be the second prize, right?"

Xu Qing nodded, "I'll give you ten pounds of white noodles."

The rainy man’s third aunt’s face became even brighter and she said excitedly:

"Oh, how embarrassing this is."

Xu Qing was too lazy to chat with him. Firstly, he had no time, and secondly, he was disdainful.

"Liberation, bring ten pounds of white flour."

Xu Qing shouted.

Yuyu Man's third aunt smiled from ear to ear and said: "Boss Xu, the business of your grain station is indeed good. It is much busier than the grain station that opened last month near my home. I have told everyone in our compound today." , let them come to you to buy food."

Xu Qing smiled and said thank you, and thought to himself, "The news that people from my grain station took away motorcycles is known throughout the city. How can the people in your compound not know?"

In less than two minutes, Ma Jiefang carried a ten-pound white cloth bag, placed it on the counter in front of Xu Qing, turned around and went back to work.

Xu Qing pointed at the bag and said, "Please take the ten pounds I'll give you if you win the mung bean draw."

The rainy man's third aunt happily held the cloth bag in her hands, weighed the weight, and said with a wandering eye:

"Boss Xu, I just bought fifty kilograms of stick noodles, plus these ten kilograms of white noodles, which makes up exactly sixty kilograms. Can you let me draw another prize?"

Xu Qing raised his eyebrows in his heart. Damn it, he is really taking advantage of you!

I am afraid that the three uncles in the courtyard are not as calculating as him.

Xu Qing refused: "Sorry, the white flour won does not count. If you still want to draw, you have to buy another ten kilograms of grain."

Rainwater Man's third aunt's face changed instantly. She hesitated for a while, rolled her eyelids several times, and asked the girl who was following her to buy another ten kilograms of stick noodles. Then she walked to the big vat for the lottery and reached out to smoke again.

However, this time he didn't win anything, he only pulled out a grain of rice, and his face suddenly became even more ugly.

He seemed to feel that he had lost a lot, and glanced at Xu Qing sadly, then reluctantly walked out of the grain station with sixty pounds of stick noodles and ten pounds of white noodles.

Xu Qing ignored him and stood at the counter, still busy collecting food stamps.

Not a neighbor, not an acquaintance, not a regular customer.

There were many people at the grain station today, and we really didn’t have time.

Around 12:30 noon.

There are finally fewer people coming to buy food.

There were still a lot of people on the street, but compared to the previous two hours, there were less than half of them.

Even in the nearby vegetable market, not many people went in.

Only people carrying vegetable baskets and cloth bags full of freshly bought vegetables went out and hurried home.

Taking advantage of the lack of people, Xu Qing stood outside the grain station, took out a cigarette, handed it to his brother-in-law Jianjun and brother-in-law Jiefang, and then said to Ma Jiefang:

"Jiefang, I guess you have little hope of dividing the house. It shouldn't be possible in the next year or two."

Ma Jiefang smoked the cigarette and said: "No, but my youngest son is still young. My wife and I go to work all the time, and it's not convenient to move out. It's better to stay with my parents. My mother can usually help take care of him." Take my dick."

Xu Qing smiled, did not answer, turned to Jianjun and asked:

"Lao Yang, what happened to you?"

Liu Jianjun breathed out and said: "Brother, that old man is really like what you said. He is an old bastard, very slippery, and he doesn't tell the truth. I told him to hand him over to the police station, and then he became honest, and after some criticism and education, Just let it go.”

Xu Qing nodded slightly, feeling that his brother-in-law handled it well.

A beating won't stop you from getting dirty with an old bastard like that.

What's more, Lao Yang didn't take away other people's millet, and his own grain family didn't suffer any losses, so education was enough.

After all, even if he was handed over to the police station, he would just be reprimanded.

At most, I'll have to wait for a few days.

He didn't commit any serious crime, and there was nothing the police station could do.

After smoking a cigarette, Xu Qing led Jiefang, Jianjun, and the three back to the grain station to replace Jinghong and Xiaoya.

Let them also rest.

After a busy morning, I am all tired.

Just as Xu Qing asked his sister Xiaoya to walk out of the counter, Yan Bugui and his wife appeared at the door of the grain station.

Xu Qing did not enter the counter and walked towards Yan Bugui and said:

"Third uncle, third aunt, are you just coming out of the vegetable market?"

The third aunt was carrying a vegetable basket and said with a look of resentment:

"No, it's all your fault. Third uncle, I bought five kilograms of cabbage. It's because the vegetable seller weighed it incorrectly. It was missing a few kilograms or two. As a result, we went to the vegetable market management office, and they just took care of it."

Yan Bugui looked embarrassed, stretched out his hand to hold the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said:

"Xiaoqing, do you pay attention to integrity when doing business?"

Xu Qing hummed.

Yan Bugui continued: "The vegetable vendor who sold me cabbage used a weighing scale of eight liang. He insisted that it was a weighing two and refused to admit it. Later, the man wearing a red band in the vegetable market called us to the management office and weighed us. On a fair scale, I am a pound shorter than I am."

Xu Qing understood and asked with a smile:

"Third uncle, how did the market management handle it in the end?"

Yan Bugui's eyes lit up behind his lenses, his waist straightened, his head slightly raised and he said:

"Hey, the people in the management office immediately ordered the vegetable vendor to close down his business and temporarily closed the stall. As for me, the management office got rid of a black sheep for them and gave me two kilograms of green onions and asked the vegetable vendor to give me the one kilogram of cabbage I needed. It’s been made up.”

After Yan Bugui finished speaking, he started to sneer and continued:

"Xiao Qing, you don't know. When I weighed the five kilograms of cabbage, I felt that there were not enough. The vegetable seller was still trying to deceive me, so I asked your third aunt to call the people from the market management office on the spot."

Xu Qing took out his cigarette and handed one to Yan Bugui, hoping to stop it and stop showing off his heroic deeds.

Yan Bugui, a shrewd man, took the cigarette and said hurriedly:

"Xiao Qing, I didn't talk about you. I watched you grow up in our compound. You are in business, and I know you don't bother to do things that are not on the table."

The third aunt pulled Yan Bugui's skirt with her hand and said, "Master, it's noon, we should go home and cook."

Yan Bugui shut up and stopped talking about it. He held his cigarette and said with a smile:

"Xiao Qing, pack me thirty kilograms of stick noodles, and I'll also draw a prize."

(End of this chapter)