The sweet marriage of the eighty daughter

Chapter 20 Gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times

Jiang Yishui sent his brother and father out of the hospital.

After taking care of him, Xiangdong had breakfast.

She couldn't sit still.

Rolling the ends of the big braid with his fingers, he walked back and forth twice in the ward, looking at the window for a while, and the door for a while.

Xiangdong watched her every move, but didn't say a word... The woman was not managed, she had to be raised and let her fly, so that she would know how big the outside world is and the value of home.

He sat on the side silently.

As if they don't know anything.

Not for a while.

Jiang Yishui said, "Then what, Comrade Xiangdong, I'll go out for a walk, and I'll be back by lunch."

Xiangdong has no position to block... This does not violate the agreement between the two people to "deliver food".

After pondering for a while, "Where do you want to go? Do you want me to accompany you?"

Although I asked this question, I knew the answer in my heart.

as predicted.

Jiang Yishui shook his head vigorously, "Pull it down! You are injured! It's inconvenient!"

Taking advantage of the situation, he asked again, "Is there anything you want me to bring back?"

"no!"

"Oh!"

Jiang Yishui didn't ask any more questions, turned around and left the hospital.

First, I went to Yutian Street to talk to Feng Wu about selling ginseng.

When we met, Feng Wu certainly remembered her... This girl was so beautiful, and she spoke and acted neatly, it was hard not to remember, "Oh, girl, are you here to sell ginseng again?"

"Yeah!" Jiang Yishui's bright smile seemed to make the autumn sun lose its luster, "But I didn't bring ginseng today. After what happened last time, I was a little scared. Do you still have any? What other way of contact? We can talk in private."

Feng Wu was stunned for a moment, "Private talk? Do you have a lot of references?"

Jiang Yishui is not stupid, ginseng is not radish and cabbage, if you say too much, it will be worthless, "Brother Feng Wu, you also know that the current policy does not allow private collection of ginseng, let alone private sales, I will get a mountain Ginseng is not easy, if you want to sell it? You have to be cautious! Although I don’t have many ginsengs, I still have other herbs. I want to bring them here for you to have a look. Simply estimate the price and look at it on the street here. Goods, if you are caught by an inspection, the target is too big to get out."

That's right!
Feng Wu nodded.

Through the last transaction, he still trusts Jiang Yishui. Besides, there are still benefits to be gained, "Then, I will leave you a phone number, and when you enter the city again, call me in advance." Call, let's meet outside."

"Okay!" Jiang Yishui answered quickly, thought for a while, and then continued, "Brother Feng Wu, it's the season for picking herbs. If you have a next home and want something, you can tell me in advance, as long as If the price is right, I will definitely get it for you."

"That's fine! Let me ask the old man..." Feng Wu suddenly stopped, squinting his eyes and smiling, "You little girl, do you want to talk to me? Want to know who my buyer is? I can do business by myself in the future ? Cut! There are quite a lot of eyes.”

He waved his hand carelessly, "I can see it. You are really not a loser. You want to make a lot of money? No problem? When we cooperate more in the future and get to know each other better, let's talk about the next step."

Row!
As long as there is a "next step" to go.

Sooner or later the next home can be found out.

Jiang Yishui didn't ask any more questions, took Feng Wu's phone number, and left with a smile.

But he didn't go back to the hospital.

She is bold.

I went into several state-run restaurants and non-staple food stores by myself, and asked them cautiously, "Do you collect wild vegetables from the mountains?"

Wild vegetables are not like herbs!

Regulations are not that strict.

Occasionally sell less, and no one is willing to catch them for [-] cents.

But even so...

The answers obtained are basically the same: the state-run system does not purchase goods without permission.

It seems... the way to sell wild vegetables and wild fruits is also blocked.

As long as the policy is not relaxed, it is really difficult to do business.

Jiang Yishui was not discouraged either.

Still walking on the street... I walk a lot, and I can always see something new and come up with some new ideas, right?

It's a coincidence.

To the corner of the coach station.

Looking up... a "Riding Donkey" was parked on the side of the street, and there was an old bed tied firmly on it, surrounded by a few people, gesticulating and talking.

Jiang Yishui moved over curiously.

Listen to it.

It seems that the two sides are bargaining:

"What? What's the trouble? I have such a big mahogany bed, and there are flowers and moon patterns carved on it. It's just the workmanship. It's an old thing from the Qing Dynasty. You can give me 6 yuan?"

Another person scolded, "What's the use of those things? Gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times, everyone has to worry about food and clothing nowadays. Who wants to spend 6 yuan on this broken bed? It's already a high price for me. Do you like to sell it or not?"

Broken bed?

This man speaks boldly!
Jiang Yishui looked at him involuntarily, and saw that this man was about 30 years old. He was tall and handsome, with a square face, high nose bridge, and piercing eyes. He looked like a shrewd person.

The person who sold the bed was still a little unwilling, "Then...then I won't sell it."

"Do you want to sell it or not! Do you think the price I gave is low?" The young man casually pointed across the street, "You can go to the trust bank and have a look yourself, they will give you 6 yuan at most, and you have to Waiting for someone to buy it, and pressing you for three to five months, you may not be able to sell it, and you have to pay a commission of [-]% and a half, so you can do the math yourself, which side is suitable?"

He is very eloquent and knows how to grasp the seller's heart, "Also, you just pulled it back like this, and you didn't get the money for the car! You're losing money!"

Trust OK?
Jiang Yishui looked along the man's fingers.

There is a row of red brick houses across the street, and there is a sign hanging on the gate: State-run Xiangyang Trust Bank.

The bed seller lowered his head and gritted his teeth hard, "Then, you can give me 6 yuan, and I will sell it for 5 yuan. This bed is the best grass pear!"

Jiang Yishui always collected herbs in the mountains, and had a certain understanding of wood, so he couldn't help interjecting, "You are Siamese rosewood, not grass pear."

The two woods are so similar that it is difficult to tell them apart.

Although her voice was not loud, both the buyer and the seller heard it.

The seller didn't care, and just frowned lightly, "I can't tell what pear is, and what is sour, anyway, this is the old bed left by my grandpa. He left, and no one in our family uses it. If it still takes up space, let’s sell it.”

The buyer was distracted, cast a meaningful glance at Jiang Yishui, parted his lips, but swallowed back what he wanted to say.

The two sides muttered again for a while, and finally a deal was made.

Jiang Yishui didn't care to see people hand over the money, but he was quite interested in the trust company. He walked slowly across the road, and was about to walk in when he heard someone behind him shout, "Little girl, wait a minute."

She turned her head to look...

(End of this chapter)