The agricultural reclamation company and the agricultural cooperative are not the same system, but there is no difference between the two in terms of business. The company's store is also called a supply and marketing cooperative.

The store of the 42nd Company is not very big, only two-thirds the size of the supply and marketing cooperative of the Wei Brigade. Because of the size, the store is piled up and looks very messy.

Two salespeople, a man and a woman, were chatting.

The man is in his forties and the woman is in her twenties.

Wan Feng knew these two people.

The man is the manager of the 42nd Company Supply and Marketing Cooperative. His surname is Tang and everyone calls him Manager Tang.

The woman was the daughter of the company’s maintenance commander. Her surname was Liu, but I forgot her name, Wan Feng.

Manager Tang has six daughters and no sons, making him a tragic figure.

In 1985, the county's foreign trade department purchased mountain red from an unknown country at a price of 1.5 cents per pound.

This purchase price was enough to drive people crazy at the time. All of a sudden, everyone went crazy, and the mountain red that was once worthless all over the mountains became a hot commodity.

But they have standards for acquisitions and don’t want small ones.

The mountain reds here are very small because there are children picking them all year round. The largest one is only the size of a fingertip.

These crazy people turned their attention to the Russians.

There is a long, uninhabited island in the middle of the river on the Maozi side between Sijitun and Dalinzi.

The mountain reds on the island have been grown for many years, so their size is surprisingly large, not inferior to that of hawthorns.

When fishermen from the river went to the island to pick the fruits, people's crazy attention shifted to the island in the middle of the river.

Later, there were even records of these people running to the Russian territory on the other side to pick fruits.

At this time, the fishing boats in the river started to ferry people to the island in the middle of the river to pick mountain sorrel. The round trip fee was one dollar per person, and the goods were one dollar each.

The boat is a wooden boat about five or six meters long with two oars. People sit upside down on the boat and pull the oars to move forward.

People living along the Longjiang River call this kind of boat "Weihu", which means very small.

At that time, there were a total of four fish on the riverside, including Dalinzi and Sishier. At this time, no one was fishing and they were transporting people back and forth to the island in the middle of the river to pick mountain reds.

At that time, fish cost 12 or 13 cents per pound, and a boat might not earn more than ten or eight yuan in a day of fishing. It was much easier to make money by delivering fish back and forth.

We make two deliveries a day, and even if there are only five people on one boat, the round trip is ten yuan, and if we add another portion of mountain red for ten people, it will be twenty yuan.

Some profit-seeking people would send three boats of people across for thirty yuan, which was much better than fishing.

Therefore, dozens of people gathered on the river bank every day during those days and took boats back and forth.

Manager Tang and his wife also joined the army of people picking mountain red to sell. They can pick more than one hundred kilograms of mountain red a day on Jiangxin Island.

After deducting the three-dollar round-trip boat fare, there is still more than ten dollars left.

The tragedy happened at this moment.

The half of the river from the riverside to the island in the middle of the river is nicknamed Big Girl Valley.

A few years ago, a boat of female educated youth was returning to the youth center at night. The boat was overloaded and got stuck in the river. Seven of the nine people on board died. This is how the name "Dagunianggou" came about.

Since then, there has been a taboo among fishermen in this tributary: there cannot be more than seven people on a boat.

But on this day, whether it was because the captain was obsessed with money or the people on the boat had lost their minds, there were exactly nine people on the boat that Manager Tang and his wife boarded.

Something happened on the way there; the boat capsized in the middle of the tributary.

Of the nine people on the boat, none survived.

Manager Tang and his wife died for money, leaving behind a family of five or six daughters.

Wan Feng now looks at Manager Tang with a very strange look. Except for him, no one in the 42nd Company would have thought that the couple would pass away together in a few years.

He wondered in his mind whether he should remind them in the future.

Things may not develop in this way. Maybe if there is some change somewhere, they will be able to avoid it. After all, Wan Feng has seen the changes now. Many people he has never known have appeared.

Isn’t this a change?

Let’s wait until 1985. There are still several years left. Even if there is no change, it will not be too late to remind them then.

Manager Tang and the girl surnamed Liu didn't take the two children who came in seriously at all and continued with their storytelling of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.

"Sister, what do you want to buy? Tell me what you like."

"I want to buy a new pencil case, a new notebook and a new pen."

Wan Feng was very happy to hear this request. Is his sister trying to make progress? But she didn't even graduate from middle school!

Wan Fang picked out a tin pencil case that she thought was the best looking and bought a dozen newly arrived patterned pencils.

There are small flowers, grass, cats and dogs on the pencil body. It is much prettier than the grass pencils I used before.

"What else to buy?"

The next step was to buy food. Wan Fang looked at the grocery counter for a long time, and it seemed that her brother had bought everything in the store.

The only things I didn’t buy were bread and fruit candies.

Wan Fang glanced around for a long time and pointed her finger at a can of apples.

This time, my brother came back to buy canned yellow peaches, not apples.

"Except for canned peaches, take a bottle of the other canned fruits as well." Wan Feng said to the people at the counter.

Actually there are not many kinds, just candied white pears, candied grapes, candied apples, and that’s it.

"Get two more boxes of luncheon meat and a can of pork."

Since we can’t buy pork, why don’t we just buy canned pork?

Luncheon meat comes in a flat iron box with a key-like thing on it. You can open the lid by twisting it.

All these things cost about six dollars.

Wan Fang held her notebooks and pencil case.

Wan Feng put the can of luncheon meat into his pocket and walked out of the store with four cans in his arms. In fact, he had not bought all the things yet. He also wanted to buy a few bottles of beer for his father. He saw that the store had beer for sale.

But they couldn't carry so many things without bags.

Come back later and buy a few more beers.

When I got home, my mother was squatting in front of the door, squeezing fish. The fish she caught filled a whole basin.

"Your father has fished all his life, but he can't catch as many fish as you and your brother in one morning. He's such a loser." The mother probably forgot that she was going to beat her sister just now, and her face was already full of joy.

This is really an exaggeration. Even though you can't catch any fish, the waste material is still hooked.

He glanced at the canned food in Wan Feng's arms, but said nothing.

Wan Feng was listening to a tape recorder in the room, but the sound was a bit slow and very unpleasant.

This is a phenomenon that only occurs when the battery is low.

Wan Feng put down the can, picked up a cloth bag and went to the supply and marketing cooperative again.

Bought six bottles of beer, an electrical socket and a few meters of wire.

I got home and turned off the knife switch, connected a wire from the knife switch to the socket, and finally nailed the socket to the wall.

Close the knife switch and plug in the power cord of the tape recorder. This time you don't need batteries to listen to the tape recorder.