Rebirth in 1984, starting from beekeeping in the mountains

Chapter 30 Information is important

The rising sun shines obliquely.

The market place is already quite lively.

At that time, the market place did not have centralized stalls like in later generations.

There are stalls centered on a flat area in the center of Qianmaping and on several nearby streets.

At this time, the disadvantages of driving a donkey cart were exposed.

The crowd was so crowded that once you entered the market, it was not as convenient to move around as it was to carry a load on your back.

Also, because you have to consider placing the donkey cart when setting up the stall, the space required is larger than usual.

The two walked around for a long time but couldn't find an ideal place.

Or it was too small to accommodate the donkey cart and the jar.

Or, the location is too remote and it is visibly difficult to attract people.

Of course, there are some good spots that are vacant.

But in these positions, there were stones pressing down on the straw to occupy the space.

This means that this position has already been occupied by someone in advance.

Objectively speaking, this behavior is really against the rules.

In this day and age, there are no management fees or sanitation fees at the market, and everyone just sets up seats in the order of first come, first served. Why do they allow people to reserve seats in advance?

But another reality is that those who can secure such a position in advance are almost all locals of Qianmaping Village.

Going to market on someone else's land.

Even if they have already occupied the spots in advance, no one dares to occupy these marked spots.

No matter how right you are, you can't beat the local tyrant.

Of course, most of the people who occupy space like this are villagers from Qianmaping. They take advantage of the convenience of the market and put out some things to sell during the market.

But those that are still empty at this time are most likely not used for setting up stalls.

Rather, it was a clever thing that some clever people in Qianmaping came up with.

He occupied this location, but he didn't set up the stall himself. He waited for people to come and then passed it on to others.

This kind of transfer is naturally not free.

The price depends on the size and quality of the location, usually only 2 to 5 cents.

This is why in the past two years, after the household contract responsibility system was implemented and restrictions on private transactions were gradually relaxed, some bold and scheming locals began to engage in opportunistic profiteering.

In this village, there are many people and strong forces, so no one dares to fight hard.

It is said that someone reported it, but the matter was never resolved.

Just now when Fang Hongan and his friends were wandering around looking for a spot, a bald-headed man came to solicit customers with a sly smile on his face. He saw the donkey cart and offered one dollar and fifty cents for the stall, which had a space of less than three meters in total.

Fang Hongan didn't think much about it and refused directly.

At the moment, after walking around for a while and still not finding a suitable location, Wang Tong was already a little anxious. He whispered to Fang Hongan: "Brother, why don't we find that bald guy and bargain. I think we can get him for one dollar."

The market is already booming, but Wang Tong still can’t find a position. He is really anxious, afraid that he will delay his work.

He was reluctant to spend this dollar, but it was more than 100 kilograms of honey!

It can be sold for more than two hundred yuan!
"Don't worry yet!"

Fang Hongan certainly knew what Wang Tong was anxious about. To be honest, he was a little anxious too. However, compared to paying the people who occupied the seats, he had a better plan at the moment. He pointed to a spot on the edge and said to Wang Tong: "Wait for me there first, take a good look at the things, I'll go take a look first!"

"Uh?"

Wang Tong was stunned at first, but immediately nodded decisively and led the donkey cart towards the direction Fang Hongan pointed.

Seeing him arrive, Fang Hongan turned around and walked into the bustling crowd again.

When looking for a location just now, Fang Hongan had basically looked at most of the stalls in the entire market. Most of the stalls selling food in today's market were rice, but there were also many mountain products and herbs...

But I didn't meet anyone selling honey.

There is no competition, so there is no rush to sell honey.

As for finding a stall, Fang Hongan also had a plan based on his observations when looking for a location just now.

The most important thing right now is to find out a good price.

If no one is selling, there will be no market price reference, which is a problem.

The price is too high and no one buys it.

If the price is too low, you will lose money if you sell it!
This must be found out clearly.

Having lived two lives, this is not a problem for Fang Hongan.

I went to the state-owned supply and marketing store next to the market and asked around. I found out that the store only sold white sugar, not honey.

This was not beyond Fang Hongan's expectations. Fang Hongan immediately went to the cigarette stall and paid for a pack of hard-shell red bean cigarettes.

This is a kind of cigarette produced locally in the Xiaonan area. It cannot compare with those big famous brands, but in this market where most people cut their own tobacco and cigarette paper, it is definitely a good product.

Especially in the Xiaonan area, it has more hard currency attributes than those foreign brand cigarettes that cost four or five yuan a pack.

The price is a bit expensive, two yuan a pack.

When making the decision to buy, Fang Hongan was very decisive.

When paying, Fang Hongan couldn't help feeling a little pain.

All he had in his hand was just over six dollars, and that was all... and that was all borrowed by Wang Tong.

It was originally intended to be used as change when selling honey later.

We haven't even opened the store yet and we've already spent two dollars. That's really a waste!
"Just think of it as a prepaid information fee!"

Fang Hongan found an excuse, shook off all distracting thoughts, unpacked his cigarette, and walked towards a target he had already aimed at.

This was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing an indigo shirt, black trousers and black leather shoes, with his hair combed neatly. He had his hands behind his back and seemed to be holding a black cloth bag in his hands. He was walking slowly back and forth on the street not far from the supply and marketing cooperative, and his eyes occasionally wandered towards the market.

With this kind of clothing and this kind of behavior, it is obvious that he is not a farmer from the mountain village.

Fang Hongan guessed that this person was most likely someone from the government.

Either they are from the town or they are from the county on official business.

Either way, they're good candidates for investigation.

Fang Hongan walked over quickly, and when the other party noticed him approaching, he stopped about a meter away, smiled and said, "Leader, I have something I want to ask you?"

While speaking, he took out a cigarette with his right hand and handed it over.

"Ok?"

The middle-aged man looked at Fang Hongan in astonishment.

Perhaps he didn't expect that someone would come to him to inquire about something here. He was also surprised that although Fang Hongan was dressed in rustic clothes, his speech and expression were quite extraordinary.

The skill of passing the cigarette was quite skillful and natural.

He subconsciously glanced at the cigarette butt in Fang Hongan's hand, and his eyes narrowed even more.

Wow, not only does it have a filter, it’s also Red Bean brand!

And...hard shell!

This cigarette would seem very strange even if it was handed to you by a stranger in the county town.

Not to mention, it was in a market town at the foot of a big mountain.

This is a picture...it's too weird!
(End of this chapter)