This time Chen Xia asked for leave to go to the provincial capital, pretending to buy medicine but really wanting to sell grain.
Chen Xia asked Yu Deshui for help with the 40,000 kilograms of rice he collected. He went through a long detour and found a rice mill in Taoyan Commune in the eastern part of Yuezhou, and ground all the rice into fine rice.
The price to pay was giving each of the four workers a 10 yuan overtime bonus and all the rice bran.
In Xipu Commune, Ge Jun's eyes were still fixed on Qingfeng Village and the entire Xipu Commune every day, dreaming of one day finding evidence that Chen Xia would commit another crime and clear him of the charges.
But he never dreamed that Chen Xia was going to use a trick to help him. The rice was bought from the next commune, and the rice was milled in Tao Yan, more than 10 kilometers away.
Can you, Ge Jun, catch him?
Yang Qi, the former director of a grain station, was now farming in his hometown. His wife could not accept the disparity in their lives. They had a small quarrel every day and a big quarrel every three days. Their life was miserable.
This is actually a microcosm of an era. Those conservatives, those who oppose reform and hinder social development are slowly being swept into the dustbin of history.
For Chen Xia, the best thing about this era is that there is no Internet and no mobile phones. News is always delayed, and everyone lives in their own little world. Once they leave the village, they are completely in the dark.
This created favorable conditions for him to engage in speculation and profiteering.
Chen Xia once again appeared in the provincial capital railway station square.
He felt that coming to the provincial capital was like going back to his mother's home, but he lacked a letter of introduction, so finding accommodation became a big problem.
Now that school has started, the student dormitories are full and there is no longer a bed available for him.
In the future, I will definitely come to the provincial capital often. Moreover, if Academician Chen Chunchen follows the trajectory of her previous life, she will stay in the provincial capital to work after graduating from university.
It was impossible for young people who just started working in the 1980s to enjoy welfare housing. They either rented a house or lived in a dormitory and waited.
It seems necessary to find a place to settle down, which can also be used as Chen Chun’s residence in the future.
But first of all, you need money. Chen Xia took the bus and came back to the residential area where he first sold rice.
Chen Xia has become a legend in this residential area.
City people are not as easy to fool as rural people. If someone takes out so much grain at once, nine out of ten of them are speculators. Everyone knows this.
But so what?
As long as he can bring the food that the residents desperately need, what's wrong with speculation?
The central government allowed the emergence of individual businesses, land could be contracted in rural areas, and the business environment in the city remained unchanged. Everyone thought it was wrong for the supply and marketing cooperatives and grocery stores to monopolize all food.
At the beginning, Chen Xia came to sell rice for only two mornings. The business hours were too short, and most residents were unable to buy food, especially those office workers. Many people were so upset about this that they beat their chests and stamped their feet for several days.
More people asked their neighbors or relatives at home to help them buy a batch of rice if anyone else came to sell rice.
So everyone was looking forward to the boy selling rice to show up soon, their necks were stretched out, and even the old men and women were looking for the young man when they went for a walk every day.
As long as he appears, it means everyone can have enough food to eat again.
Today, their prayers finally came true. When Chen Xia appeared in front of everyone with a bag of rice and a smile on his face, the scene seemed to be frozen at that moment.
The heartbeats of those old men and women instantly accelerated, and they nodded to each other, understanding each other's intentions without saying a word.
The old men and women rushed back as quickly as possible to inform their relatives, friends and neighbors, while Chen Xia found the hole in the wall again and saw several 100-jin bags of rice there.
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It’s still the original recipe and the original rules. Everyone automatically lines up, and those who buy a small quantity need to form a group first and make up the 100 kilograms.
Everyone in the queue held 40 yuan in their hands. When it was their turn, they stuffed the money into Chen Xia's hand, and Chen Xia then handed a 100-jin bag of rice to the buyer.
After getting the rice, the buyers quickly entered the maze-like alleys under the command of the uncle who maintained order on the scene, and then disappeared in the vast crowd.
No one knows where the rice and the buyers go, everything is as fast and efficient as an assembly line.
After most of the day, almost all the kilograms of grain and 280 bags of rice were sold. Chen Xia was shocked by the strong purchasing power.
But his hands could no longer support him. Carrying so much food was too much for even his 18-year-old physique.
Seeing that the grain was almost sold out, Chen Xia had no choice but to beg for mercy.
"Dear uncles and aunts, I won't be selling any more today. I really can't handle it. I'm sorry, everyone. Thank you very much."
Those who couldn't buy rice sighed and regretted coming too late, but when they saw that the young man really had no rice left, they went home helplessly.
Chen Xia waved his hand, took out a pack of Daqianmen from his backpack, and gave one pack to each of the uncles and aunts who were on guard and maintaining order for him.
This is a high-end product that costs only 50 cents. The old people were very happy and praised Chen Xia highly. They agreed that they would continue to help him next time he came to sell rice.
After everyone had left, Chen Xia sat down on the ground, with drops of sweat dripping onto the ground.
If his parents in his previous life saw this, they would surely burst into tears. Such a fair-skinned scholar was forced to become a migrant worker.
Suddenly, three pairs of leather shoes appeared in front of Chen Xia. Chen Xia looked up from the shoes and saw navy blue pants and navy blue shirt with two red pieces on the collar.
"Damn it, I ran into the cops."
The three policemen also looked at him with smiles, and the older one asked:
"Are you the one selling rice today? What? You're sold out?"
"I, I, I, it's not me, it's really not me."
Chen Xia even stuttered when he spoke. There was nothing he could do, he must have something to hide.
Another young policeman ordered, "Stand up and stand at attention."
Will Chen Xia be obedient?
Of course not, all he could think about was escaping.
Anyway, there are old communities and old houses everywhere nearby, and so many alleys are like a maze. As long as you run in, the police will definitely not be able to catch you.
He thought so and was prepared to do so. If he didn't run away and was caught, he couldn't be sentenced to jail without evidence.
But since he didn't have a letter of introduction, he could be sentenced as a blind migrant, which would mean he would be sent to labor camp, which would be even more miserable.
So Chen Xia slowly stood up, pretending to stretch his muscles. Just as the older policeman was about to speak, Chen Xia pointed to the sky and said,
"Look, there's a flying saucer in the sky."
The three policemen subconsciously looked up, what kind of flying saucer were they looking for in the sky?
Chen Xia took this opportunity and rushed out like a cheetah at the fastest speed, running towards the alley not far away.
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