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Chapter 93: Got rich, made a bag full of money! (Please subscribe)

At ten o'clock in the morning, Durki Commune has become a sea of ​​people. Everywhere you can see there are huge crowds. Even the old man guarding the gate of the commune is deeply moved. In his half life, he has never seen such a crowd in the commune. Multiple people!
"Comrade Wang Jingang, there is an important task for you in the team now!" In such a lively occasion, it would be unreasonable not to show the face of the great worker Wang Jingang. Sun Jianping called him over and gave him a bag of popcorn, " You take it and sell it first to see if it can be sold."

"Damn it, Sun Jianping, are you kidding me? If someone catches me, will you still have mine?" Wang Jingang jumped up like a rabbit whose tail was stepped on. Sun Jianping smiled, "The mission is assigned to you, it's up to you whether you do it or not. I don’t think Mrs. Xu wants to know that there is a rapist living in her house!"

"What the hell..."

Wang Jingang glared at him fiercely, grabbed the cloth bag, and got into the crowd. In less than three minutes, Sun Jianping saw Comrade Wang Jingang being escorted into the commune by two militiamen.

"There are people in the commune watching, don't let speculation happen!" Zhang Ziyi came back from shopping. He tilted his head and looked at Wang Jingang who was being pushed and taken away. His brows knitted into a knot. He said he was going to the market, but what he had been doing for a long time was that he was going to the market. In the supply and marketing cooperative, we still don’t allow casual selling of things!

Isn’t this nonsense!

Sun Jianping smiled. It seemed that asking for directions was the right thing to do. If Hu Chaochao opened a stall to sell goods now, it would not be Wang Jingang who would be brought to the commune for criticism and education, but himself.

"What's wrong with Lao Cao? I see Wang Jingang of our team was taken away by the militia!" Zhang Ziyi's forehead was covered with sweat. Seeing Lao Cao swaying over, he asked anxiously.

Lao Cao held on to the tree on the side of the road, raised the soles of his shoes and knocked the cigarette ashes, and rolled his eyes at him, "What else can I do? Just do it like this. What do you want to do? Set up a stall at the entrance of the commune to sell?"

"Jianping, listen to how irritating your Uncle Cao's words are. If you ask me to tell you, let's stop fussing with these things. We'll sell them all to the supply and marketing cooperative and it'll be a waste!" Zhang Ziyi was also angry. Now is the time to make sarcastic remarks. !
If we don't get some money back from this episode, how will we pay for those famines? What materials will we use to repair canals next year?

"What a brain! Look what this is!" Lao Cao took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to him.

Sun Jianping came over to take a look and couldn't help but read out loud!

"Temporary Sales Certificate!"

"You old thing, if you didn't take it out earlier, I thought you wouldn't be allowed to sell it!"

At this juncture before the New Year, the superiors attach great importance to the matter of tail cutting. Why don't they send all the militiamen here today to "defend it to the death"!

However, this does not mean that the superiors have blocked all channels and prohibited the flow of any goods, but that they are limited to selling agricultural and sideline products by production teams and collectives!
Except for food!

Lao Cao wasn't just fooling around, he had already found out the information clearly, and Director Yang of the commune also took special care of their poor team and wrote this note.

"Then why are you looking at it? Just hurry up and fix it!" Lao Zhang was so anxious that he went to the room.

"You just don't have a deep mind, and you can act like a tiger at every turn. Jianping, don't imitate your Uncle Zhang..." Lao Cao muttered, helped him hitch the carriage, turned the horse's head and walked towards the supply and marketing cooperative.

It is a place designated by the commune for selling agricultural and sideline products from each village.

Sun Jianping drove the carriage and squeezed through the dense crowd, and finally arrived at the designated location of the commune. By coincidence, there was a stall in Xiaoxishan Village next to it. In front of it were a pile of wicker baskets, dustpans, sorghum pole brooms, etc. It looked like The sales were not that good, and every one of them had a face longer than a donkey’s.

Old Cao knelt down, picked up a broom, looked at it, sneered, and threw it down, "Old Tang, your team's craftsmanship... you should learn it from your wife!"

"Put it on the other side!" Vice Captain Tang from Xiaoxishan Village was so angry that his eyes were green. Captain Han Laosi struggled to squeeze out a smile, "Old Cao, don't talk about our stuff, what are you doing to chew it?" !”

"Show them our cool stuff!"

Lao Zhang roared with arrogance!

Sun Jianping climbed into the car, pulled off the corn stalk, and revealed the "good stuff" in the square plate!

"Oh my God!"

The eyes of everyone at the scene were stunned! Roe deer meat!
maltose!
Rice Krispie Treats!
Good guy, all good stuff!
Old Han, Old Tang, and even the members all swallowed their saliva and stared at the red roe deer meat. The sweet smell of rice krispie treats penetrated their nostrils, causing everyone to laugh and drip out uncontrollably.

"Is this thing of yours really fake? Was it pressed with sawdust..." Old Tang stretched out his hand to grab the rice krispie treats, but Zhang Ziyi whipped it on the back of his hand, "Five cents a piece!"

"You are so damn black. For five cents, you might as well go to Nahe Farm and rob someone..."

Old Tang dug around and took out five cents, threw it to Zhang Ziyi, picked it up and picked out a big piece of rice krispie treats, hurriedly broke off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

"What does it smell like?" Han Laosi's eyes widened when he saw it.

"Sweet, so sweet, sweet and crispy!"

"Give me a taste and don't eat alone..."

"Fuck you, I bought it with my own money..."

At this time, the villagers who came to the market had already gathered around. The adults were holding their children, while the children were standing on tiptoes, clawing at the carriage board, eagerly looking at the pieces of snowflake-like rice krispie treats, and the shiny maltose that looked like gold...

"It's five cents a piece, hurry up if you want to buy something!" Zhang Ziyi saw people coming up, rounded up his whip, cracked it, and shouted loudly.

"Give me a piece..."

"Give me a piece..."

Whether you have money or not, you have to celebrate the New Year. The young and old men swallowed their saliva, took out aluminum coins one by one from their pockets, handed them over with trembling hands, then aimed at a big one, and carefully pinched it with two fingers, for fear of missing something. Be careful and it will fall off.

The loss would be huge!
People soon discovered that buying rice krispie treats was not cost-effective. They were just rice krispies coated with a thin layer of maltose.

It's boxy, frozen hard by the minus 30 degree weather, and when you take a bite, it's crunchy and the crumbs fall off!

Sweet in your mouth, beautiful in your heart!
As for roe deer meat...

Zhang Ziyi pulled his neck and shouted, "Good roe deer meat, fresh roe deer meat, pure meat costs 50 cents per catty, meat and bone sticks cost 20 cents per catty, if you want to buy it, hurry up and buy it! It's gone when it's sold out!"
With such a shout, he attracted all the folks who were buying meat at the supply and marketing cooperative across the road!
Durki Commune is a small place, not big enough to open a food station on its own, so the supply and marketing cooperative took on the function of a food station, selling groceries and groceries, and also killing pigs and selling meat.

Today the supply and marketing cooperative sells pork for 70.20 kilograms, and you have to pay for it with a ticket. I heard that there is cheap roe deer meat here that does not require a ticket. Everyone rushes forward, one pound for you and half a pound for each other, and they are fighting over each other. Almost a carriage full of things was swept away!

Lao Cao and Zhang Ziyi were happily sitting on the carriage, counting a pocket full of coins and banknotes, with their molars exposed in joy.

"Should I say that our Jianping family is really capable, but this collection was stunned..." Zhang Ziyi counted a handful of cents and was kicked by Lao Cao, "Don't be so silly. Don’t go squatting on the fence if you dare to cause trouble!"

"Hehe..." Zhang Ziyi smiled and scratched his head, "I have more than a hundred yuan here, how much is yours?"

"Don't say anything. We'll talk about it later when we get back!" Lao Cao picked up his pocket string and tucked a pocket full of money under his sheepskin coat. He covered it with his hands for fear of being seen.

"Uncle Cao, keep an eye on it. I'll go over there and take a look." Sun Jianping squinted at the bustling supply and marketing cooperative opposite and muttered to Old Cao.

Lao Cao took out thirty cents and stuffed it into his hand. Sun Jianping smiled and pushed the money back.

In the distance, at the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, stood a tall, slender man with a razor-sharp face, a pair of triangular eyes staring across the street, exuding a murderous aura.

(End of this chapter)