Chapter 20: The Domineering Woman Who Entered the Supply and Marketing Cooperative
The man smacked his lips exaggeratedly and shook his head repeatedly. "Too high, too high! Four hundred and fifty, that's the limit! Little girl, you're selling in small quantities? Do you believe that the patrol will arrest you and your goods before you even sell a single leg?"
He tried to intimidate with risk.
Shen Lingning was unmoved, just looking at the wild boar silently, pretending to leave: "Then... forget it, I'll ask someone else."
"Hey, don't be impatient!"
The man anxiously grabbed her sleeve, then quickly let go, a fake smile on his face: "Five hundred! Five hundred, fixed price! Unity, cash! I really can't take any more. I can't take the risk!"
He looked extremely distressed.
Shen Lingning calculated quickly in his mind: Five hundred yuan!
In 1973, this was equivalent to the salary of an ordinary worker for nearly two years without food or drink!
These days, there is a shortage of meat and food everywhere. Not to mention the strong men who can eat, even the toothless old ladies can't walk when they smell meat!
Whoever can get the meat will be the big boss of the black market!
Just this piece of pork can be sold for three times the price by the man!
But it has nothing to do with Shen Lingning. For her, 500 is good!
This is an absolutely huge sum of money!
It was enough for her to start stockpiling.
A look of struggle and final compromise flashed across her face, and she nodded timidly, "...Okay, five hundred is five hundred. But...you have to pay me first, and then you can have someone move it."
She must ensure the safety of herself and Fubao.
A sly glint flashed in the man's eyes, and he readily agreed, "Okay! Great!"
He looked around warily, quickly unbuttoned the inside of his greasy cotton jacket, and pulled out a large stack of neatly bundled banknotes from a tightly sewn secret pocket inside.
A thick stack of "Great Unity" notes with a face value of ten yuan!
He made a few "Pooh, Pooh, Pooh" sounds, dipped his fingers in saliva, and quickly counted out fifty pieces of paper and stuffed them into Shen Lingning's hand: "Count them! Count them in front of you, and I won't recognize them if you leave my hand!"
Shen Lingning suppressed his pounding heart and took the thick stack of body-warm money with disgust.
The rough texture of the paper rubs against my fingertips, bringing an unprecedented sense of solidity.
She turned her back and, using the shadow of the broken basket, quickly twisted each piece with trembling fingers.
Fifty black tens!
A full five hundred yuan!
This huge sum of money, enough to make countless families jealous, is now in her hands!
Sweat instantly soaked my palms, but this was not fear, but great excitement and the thrill of controlling my destiny!
Add the 1,000 yuan in the space, 1,500 yuan!
With this money, she can take Fubao with her to join the army, prepare all the supplies, and have her first pot of gold when she is ready to do things!
The middle-aged man accepted the goods and signaled the two people following him to carry the wild boar meat away. After Shen Lingning finished counting the money, he asked, "Little sister, do you have any other good goods? We will take them all."
As he spoke, he looked at Shen Ling expectantly. Based on his years of intuition, he felt that the girl in front of him was not simple and must have other goods in her hands.
Shen Lingning carefully put the money into the inner pocket of his cotton jacket, but actually put it into the space.
Hearing what the middle-aged man said, Shen Lingning said nothing, and took out several oil paper bags from the small backpack on his back.
A large bag of Hericium erinaceus, two pheasants, four rabbits, a bag of eggs, a bag of rice, a bag of flour, a large piece of bacon...
Some of them were gifts from fellow villagers at the full moon banquet, and a large part of them were looted by the Zhou family!
The middle-aged man gasped, and his eyes looking at Shen Lingning changed instantly, filled with surprise and a hint of imperceptible awe.
This backpack can hold a lot of things, right? ...
How could they take out so much without anyone noticing?!
Shen Lingning's face was calm, as if he had just bent down and taken something out of the basket: "Half a pound of good-quality Hericium erinaceus, half a pound of top-quality fungus, and ten pounds of refined white flour."
What she quoted was the best quality and most convenient part in the space. She did not mention the old mountain ginseng, which was the hard currency at the critical moment.
The man quickly checked the goods. The Hericium erinaceus was plump and thick, the wood ear mushrooms were clean and free of impurities, and the flour was snow-white and delicate, far exceeding what was available on the market!
A gleam flashed in his eyes, and he quickly quoted a price: "The Hericium erinaceus is rare, so I'll give you this amount. Add 30% to the market price for the wood ear mushrooms. And for the flour... I'll give you the highest price on the black market! I want it all!"
He gestured with his fingers: 150.
Although the price is a bit lower, it is still much higher than the regular channels, and it saves the risk of questioning and record-keeping at the trust store.
Shen Lingning quickly calculated in his mind and nodded readily: "Okay! But you need to add something."
She listed the urgent needs: "Twenty kilograms of national food coupons, three milk powder coupons, three feet of fine cotton cloth, and...most importantly, a clear map of the Qinnan region. The more detailed, the better!"
The man was stunned. Milk powder tickets and maps?
This combination is a bit strange.
But he didn't ask too much. The rule in the black market was not to ask too much.
He pondered for a moment. "Food coupons and cloth coupons are easy, but milk powder coupons... they'll cost extra. Maps... are a bit more difficult. I can't get military-grade ones, but I do have civilian traffic maps with mountains and rivers marked on them. Will they work?"
"OK!"
Shen Lingning did not hesitate, it was better to have it than not to have it.
Holding a thick stack of banknotes and precious tickets, he handed over the money in one hand and the goods in the other.
The transaction was completed quickly.
The middle-aged man looked at Shen Lingning, who was wearing a dark gray scarf and disguised as an old lady, and thought about the goods in her hand and said, "When will there be more goods like this?"
Hericium erinaceus is good for the stomach, and some old cadres always have it at home if conditions permit.
Shen Lingning only planned to do this one sale and purchase, and shook his head to refuse: "It's hard to find it in the mountains, this is the only time."
The man turned and left with some regret.
With so much money in hand, Shen Lingning didn’t dare to delay any longer, for fear of being targeted.
She quickly left Pigeon City, and her next goal was to stock up!
She's going to stock up like crazy!
Walking out of the dark courtyard and bathing in the sunlight again, Shen Lingning carefully stored the exchanged tickets and the rolled-up, slightly simple map into the space.
She did not go to the bustling supply and marketing cooperative store first, but instead turned into a relatively quiet alley near the county warehouse area according to what she had asked Li Tiezhu before.
There are several small shops here with signs saying "sales agency". They are not big, but they sometimes have more complete products than the supply and marketing cooperatives.
The key is...
As long as the money is in place, they can also find ways to get some "unplanned" things, or "overstock" or "processing items" that do not require tickets.
Shen Lingning opened the curtain and walked in. The woman selling goods inside saw that it was a young woman holding a child, and her guard was mostly put down. She threw down the melon seed shells in her hand and walked forward to greet her calmly.
"Comrade, just a quick look?"
Shen Lingning nodded at her and looked at the things on the shelf.
"Comrade, do you have Fuqiang flour (refined white flour)? I want... I want 100 kilograms!"
Shen Lingning tried his best to make his voice sound less abrupt.
This Fuqiang flour is not only expensive, but also requires fine grain coupons. I don’t even know if anyone has 100 jins of it?!
The salesperson raised his eyelids when he heard her say this, looked her up and down, and said with a hint of impatience: "One hundred pounds? Fuqiang powder? You are so arrogant, little girl! Do you have a ticket? You can't do it without a ticket!"
His tone was full of contempt, as if to ask, "Can you afford it?"
Where did this bumpkin come from?
What if this is her vegetable garden?
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