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Chapter 167 Picking Fabric

Don't underestimate this two cents, two cents for a stall is already a lot.At this market place, if you take a rough look, there are at least seven or eight hundred stalls, and it costs more than 100 yuan, which is a lot of money.

The price of commodities in this period is 100% for an egg, [-] yuan for a catty of pork, and the monthly salary of a worker is around [-] yuan. More than [-] yuan is a huge sum of money.Moreover, the market is not held for one day, but for seven days. Seven days is almost a thousand yuan, which is a huge amount of money.

Who wouldn't be tempted to see such a large sum of money in front of them!

The person who came up with this idea has an unlimited future!

Wang Ting wanted to hug her thigh.

"You..." Qian Xiaofeng shook her head, as if she didn't know what to say to her, "What are you thinking, of course you have to pay taxes for setting up a stall, if you don't pay taxes, who will let you set it up! This place is the country Yes, everyone evades taxes and loses the country's property. Whoever eats the heart of a bear and dares to covet the country's things will die."

Wang Ting thought about it, and it was the same reason.The markets of future generations will also have to pay taxes.Thinking that her consciousness is not as high as that of the old man, Wang Ting reflected for three seconds.

"Ah, what do we want to buy? Let's go there quickly after we buy it. I don't know where Xiangmei and the others are in the west? I have an appointment with her. I must be scolding me for not waiting for me for so long." Wang Ting can imagine Got it, the scene where Xiangmei saw her and then scolded her.

Qian Xiaofeng laughed, Changqing's eldest daughter is indeed more aggressive than her daughter.

"The villages in our area are all in front of the fifth shop in Ximen, and the stalls behind are the stalls of other villages. There are a lot of agricultural and mountain products sold there. Not only our village, but villagers in nearby villages all set up stalls there. , How can it be so easy to sell. There are a lot of things to buy at the east gate, such as furniture, quilts, cloth, bowls and chopsticks, as well as fertilizer seeds and so on. There are also a few shops selling agricultural products at the gate."

Qian Xiaofeng didn't say anything, Wang Ting really didn't pay attention, and then I will look at the market again, it's really like what Ada said.The shops here sell a lot of useful things, and there are also stalls selling agricultural products, but there are not many.

"Those few companies are lucky. They are assigned to this feng shui treasure land at the entrance. Most people who go to the market come in from the east gate. They sell things at the entrance, and they sell much faster than others." Wang Ting guessed that those few companies are similar to the people who manage the market It does matter, otherwise, who would be willing to give it.

"Silly girl, where there are a lot of people, the payment is different. The stalls at the entrance pay a lot of money, [-] cents a time, and [-] cents in the past, [-] cents towards the west gate, and [-] cents in the west. Dime money." Qian Xiaofeng clicked his tongue disapprovingly, the person who collected the money was not a fool, and a good stall would definitely give more money.

Wang Ting ha ha...she is still too young.

The fabric shop where the grandparents and grandchildren go.

"Ah, why don't you go to the supply and marketing cooperative?" Wang Ting remembers that when she used to buy things, she usually went to the supply and marketing cooperative.

"The shops here are linked to the supply and marketing cooperatives. The supply and marketing cooperatives require fabric tickets to buy everything. The cloth shops here don't matter if you don't have tickets. You can buy them with money, but the price is a bit more expensive than the supply and marketing cooperatives. Twenty cents. Those who don’t have a ticket, or don’t have enough tickets, mostly like to come here to buy things.”

Wang Ting nodded, Zhang saw it.

"They are not afraid of being discovered by others, and then...?" Da Ada was a few days late in dividing the land, and some people reported it. Don't those who envy other people's shops have good business, don't report it?

If this matter gets out, it will definitely have a great impact.

"Now is not the time in the past. Whoever is full and has nothing to do will always report it. This phenomenon is not the same, but every shop is like this. I reckon that the days will be better. In a few years, food stamps will be issued. It has to be cancelled. Besides, the shopper is not an idiot, who blatantly comes to buy things, saying that she doesn't have a ticket? That kind of business is done secretly, who knows!"

Well, she asked a silly question.Ah Dia is quite discerning, and in a few years, those food stamps and cloth stamps will really be cancelled.

Having said that, in the period of extreme shortage of materials, such as grain, oil, rice noodles, essential materials, even if there is a shortage of tickets, someone will always find a way to get them, it's just a matter of more money and less money.No matter how expensive it is, some people will buy it. If you don’t buy it, are you waiting to starve to death!
"When we go to the market, the things in the market store are two or three cents cheaper than those in the supply and marketing cooperative. You can buy more things and save a lot of money. You can save a few dollars. So, everyone is willing to come to the market."

Wang Ting nodded, but no, the saved one or two yuan can buy one or two catties of pork, and who would not be happy for it.

Early in the morning, there was no one in the fabric shop. There were only two or three people looking at the fabrics. They were all middle-aged women. They looked clean and decent, so they should be from the town.The shop owner was sitting at the counter and yawning. When he saw Wang Ting and his grandparents coming in, he rolled his eyelids and squinted listlessly on the counter.

The middle-aged women who were looking at the fabrics saw someone coming in and looked back. The people they didn't know looked back and chose their own fabrics.

Wang Ting couldn't tell whether the fabric was good or not, so naturally she didn't know how to choose the fabric, so she obediently followed Qian Xiaofeng's side to watch, and learned something along the way, and suddenly felt that the knowledge learned in the previous life was nothing to ordinary people living a small life Use it.

They rely on craftsmanship and rely on the sky for food.

"Ninny, eat." Liang Shan saw that she was bored, so he took out the bag of jelly beans and gave it to Wang Ting.

The corners of Wang Ting's eyes twitched, and instead of rejecting Ada's kindness, she obediently accepted it and ate it.Liang Shan saw his daughter eating, with a smile on his face, and went to the door to wait again with the bamboo basket on his back.

There are not many kinds of fabrics in the shop, most of them are earthen cloth, blue, black, khaki, old in color, rough and thick, and not breathable.

There are also cotton fabrics, floral fabric fans, slightly better fabrics, smooth fabrics, smooth on the front, rough on the back, and Dacron. I heard that these two kinds of fabrics sell well and are more popular nowadays.

Wang Ting found that when she picked out the fabric, she would pinch the fabric and knead it a few times, and sometimes she would spread it out and knead on the back of her hand.Wang Ting didn't know what was the point of doing this, she looked curious, she also took a piece of cloth and rubbed it, the feel was not only rough, but she picked another piece of cloth and spread it on her arm and rubbed it, feeling that the cloth was so rough that it pricked her flesh, Very uncomfortable.

"You don't know how to pick, where to put it, come here." Qian Xiaofeng looked amused, she had already seen her imitate her, trying on fabrics, but the fabrics she chose would hurt her hands.

Wang Ting put down the fabric obediently, not going to try it anymore, she didn't like these fabrics, but she didn't show it on her face.

"Try this." Qian Xiaofeng pulled a piece of cotton cloth, spread it on Wang Ting's arm, rubbed it gently with his hand a few times, and asked her: "How does it feel? Is it soft? Does it prick the flesh?"

"It's softer." Wang Ting picked up the cloth and looked at it. "This is cotton cloth!"

(End of this chapter)