After everything was packed up, they were piled up in the main room first. Then, he went to the neighboring house to borrow Lu Lan's cart, waiting to take them to the city to sell them the next day.
The next morning, Feng Mian pulled a cart full of broken copper, rotten iron and worn-out cotton jackets to the county town.
They are quite close to the county town, only four or five miles away.
Wait until there is no one around and stuff it into a space, then secretly take it out when you are almost at the entrance.
This county town is a county town around the city, and it is only a dozen miles away from the city.
The city she was from was a big city in the south.
With the rapid development in the next few decades, this place will definitely be demolished in the future. Her three inconspicuous thatched houses and her own private plot of land would be worth a lot by then.
"Qizhi, do you think you can accept these things?"
The rag collector is a young man who helps his parents run the store.
After picking and choosing the things on Fengmian's cart, he said, "I'll take these, but I won't take those."
"Okay, tell me how much it costs."
In the end, she sold the cartload of junk for three dollars and twenty cents.
With the money, you can wander around the streets, especially the street by the river, which is the local black market.
In the past, the law was strictly enforced and buying and selling things had to be done covertly.
According to the timeline, buying and selling of things will soon be liberalized, and you will be able to apply for a business license for an individual business owner in the future.
I don’t know if it’s because the fish have been open for a long time, but in the past year, the fish are only caught once every three to five days, and the people who buy and sell things have become bolder.
Feng Mian looked all the way and almost figured out what they were selling.
The New Year is coming soon, and some brigades have already distributed grain. There are many people reselling grain coupons and cloth coupons.
However, Feng Mian knew that reselling food was a serious crime, but selling small commodities and handicrafts was not a big deal.
She turned into an empty alley, took off a large bag from her back, and secretly placed an order.
Small black hairpins, rubber bands, plastic combs, etc. that were popular in the 1970s and 1980s.
I didn't expect it to be so cheap. A pound of that kind of rubber band costs 9.9 yuan including shipping, and there are several thousand pieces in a pound.
Even the ones wrapped with wool are not expensive. There are ten pieces in a small package, and you can buy a dozen for more than ten yuan.
She chose to buy in large quantities, and a thousand sticks didn't cost much.
Feng Mian threw away the bamboo shoots that he used to support his backpack, put all the goods into the backpack, and then wrapped his head with a headscarf, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed, and put a hat on his head for reinforcement.
This dress is very common in the local winter.
After going out again, she set up a stall using the cart.
There were large quantities of rubber bands, the colors of the woolen yarn were bright, and the hairpins were beautiful in style, which soon attracted many customers.
"Girl, how much do you sell this rubber band for?"
Feng Mian said, "Thirty pieces without wool cost ten cents, and ten pieces with wool cost ten cents."
"Your wool is too expensive."
"Not expensive, not expensive, ma'am. It's not easy for me to get the goods. They changed hands several times before they got here, and I have to take risks."
The lady hesitated for a long time and finally paid ten cents to buy thirty sticks.
Small combs were five cents each, and large combs were ten cents each, and they were sold out in no time.
She bought a lot of wool rubber bands, thinking that they would like this kind more, but she didn't expect that the first thing to sell out was not the plain rubber bands.
In less than an hour, thousands of rubber bands were sold out.
Just as she was hesitating whether to move a little closer, she heard a whistle in the distance.
This voice was very familiar in my memory. It was someone from the Municipal Supervision Bureau.
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