Chapter 38: Going to the County Town to Sell Honey (Please Read)

After another night of meditation, Gao Mingcheng got up at daybreak.

Xi Nainai and Gao Zhuang were still sleeping. He quietly took the bamboo basket he had prepared in advance and went outside.

There were seven bottles of honey in the bamboo basket. He only sold one bottle at the Junling Old Market yesterday, because the people who came to the market were all villagers from nearby and did not have such strong purchasing power.

Carrying a bamboo basket, he walked towards Junling. Only at Junling was there a national highway leading to the county town. If one wanted to enter the county town, one had to walk along the national highway or wait for the bus on the roadside.

Every day, there are shuttle buses running back and forth between the two adjacent counties. The Junling section of the road is right in the middle of the two counties. In this way, they can go to their own county to buy and sell things, or they can go to the next county to buy and sell things.

Gao Mingcheng's speed is now much faster than before. At this point in time, there is no one on the road, so he doesn't need to slow down deliberately. He walks quickly on the country road and soon arrives at Junling.

Yesterday was the market in Junling, and it was very lively here early in the morning. However, today is not a market, so it is still quiet and the surrounding residents have not yet got up.

Gao Mingcheng stopped on the side of the national road for a while. He looked around. Without a watch, he could not accurately predict the time. However, based on his experience, it was about half past five. The first bus would leave the county town at seven o'clock and arrive in Junling at around eight o'clock.

Gao Mingcheng touched the money in his trouser pocket and felt that there was a high probability that he would not be able to spend it.

Forget it, he should just go to the county town!

They are about forty miles away from the county town, but to get to the center of the county town, they have to walk about another ten miles. His plan is to go to the county town's farmers' market first to sell the honey, and then go to the Public Security Bureau to find Gao Guobing.

There was no one around, so Gao Mingcheng didn't have to worry. He ran very fast with the bamboo basket. Although he was running fast, the bamboo basket was very steady, and the bottles and jars inside did not collide with each other.

The national highway is a cement road, but it has some potholes and is not as easy to drive on as the asphalt roads of later generations.

Gao Mingcheng ran as fast as he could all the way, feeling the cool morning breeze blowing on his face and blowing his slightly long hair back.

His speed was no slower than the bus, but after running for more than ten minutes, pedestrians began to appear on the road intermittently.

These pedestrians all walked from their own villages to the national highway, and then followed the national highway into the county town to attend the market.

Each of them carried a load of vegetables on their shoulders. Each vegetable they took to the county town to sell was carefully selected and looked beautiful.

In addition to vegetables, there were also people carrying loads of fish. Gao Mingcheng took a look and saw that most of them were crucian carps as big as an adult's palm. The crucian carps were still alive, struggling to survive in the shallow water.

In addition to crucian carp, there are three grass carps weighing about two kilograms, and a bucket of loaches and eels.

Since there were people on the road, Gao Mingcheng couldn't run too fast. He slowed down, but still ran a little faster than an ordinary person.

About half an hour later, Gao Mingcheng arrived at the county town.

This was the first time he came to the county town after his rebirth. Seeing this slightly dilapidated city, he felt quite emotional.

In his previous life, their county town was changed from a county to a district, and there were high-rise buildings everywhere, which looked very grand. He also had some credit for this. Several residential areas were built by the real estate company he founded.

In this life, Gao Mingcheng doesn't plan to run around anymore. He just plans to live a good life and wait until the real estate starts to boom to get a piece of the pie.

When he arrived at the farmers' market, it was crowded and very lively.

Fortunately, it was still early and there were some vacancies. He found an empty seat, put down the bamboo basket, and started shouting.

Throughout the farmers' market, shouts were heard one after another, accompanied by the sounds of bargaining. The many voices gathered together and finally became a cacophony.

With Gao Mingcheng's shouting, several people soon gathered around.

When someone asked about the price, Gao Mingcheng always said seven yuan per pound.

The price of honey has always been quite high. In the era when various tickets were used, honey did not require tickets, so it was in short supply.

"Is it wild honey from the mountains?" someone asked worriedly.

"If it's not wild honey from the mountains, what else could it be? I can't make it fake! How about this, I brought a bowl, you can try some." Gao Mingcheng opened a can and poured some into a bowl. This time he brought a bowl and some neatly cut bamboo sticks. The bamboo sticks were only the length of a middle finger, like a large toothpick, used as a spoon.

If you bring a spoon, you can scoop up a lot of honey with it. If you use a bamboo stick, you can only get some honey on it, not much, but it is enough to taste it.

He handed the bamboo sticks to people who wanted to buy honey.

Although the man felt a little surprised, he knew what it was used for without asking.

The man put one end of the bamboo stick into the honey and turned it in a circle, trying to get as much honey as possible. When the bamboo stick was removed, the sticky honey on it naturally fell back into the bowl. He quickly put his mouth close to it and took in the sweetness.

Although both are sweet, the sweetness of honey and white sugar is different. White sugar is just purely sweet, but honey not only tastes sweet, but also has a floral scent.

There are hundreds of flowers in the mountains, and this wild honey is also called hundred-flower honey.

"Let me try it too." After the first person tried it, the others also wanted to come over and try it.

This honey is amber in color and looks particularly attractive in the early morning sun.

Even before tasting it yourself, you can already smell the unique sweet flavor of honey.

Needless to say, this must be the best wild honey!

Gao Mingcheng was also generous. He brought a lot of bamboo sticks and gave one to each person, but those who had tasted it were not allowed to taste it again.

It’s okay if you want to taste something and not buy it, but you can’t keep tasting it.

This is not because Gao Mingcheng is stingy, but because repeated tasting will dirty the honey in the bowl. Most people don't care about this now, but Gao Mingcheng does, and doesn't want to lose customers because of this.

You know, people who can afford honey are those who have enough money and live a good life, and such people will pay more attention to cleanliness than ordinary people.

Gao Mingcheng's behavior attracted some people's admiration, so someone asked: "I want to buy a bottle of honey. How much does your bottle of honey weigh? I mean minus the weight of the bottle."

Gao Mingcheng brought a scale today. His grandmother also has a scale at home. When the family grows a lot of vegetables, his grandmother will pick them and sell them at the market in Junling.

"This bottle weighs seven taels. Excluding the bottle, a bottle of honey weighs about one and a half pounds. Let me weigh it for you."

There's a customer! Gao Mingcheng was delighted and took out the scale.

(End of this chapter)