The two men filled the animal cage with the still-steaming prey they had just slaughtered, and then rode Dewang out of the mountain.
According to observations over the past few days, Song Wenqing went to the town almost every day to buy winter supplies. He took the money given by Zhang Likun and went to the black market to find someone to buy cotton, thick cloth, coal and the like. After returning, he and Zhang Fengxia pulled a cart up the mountain to chop and collect firewood, leaving early and returning late.
Zhang Likun obviously did not completely trust him, and only gave him five yuan plus a few tickets each time, which was equivalent to the expenses of a rural family for half a month. But for Song Wenqing, it was obviously not enough, so he went to the black market to buy it, trying to find a way to deduct a few cents to keep as his own money.
This was told by Zhang Wan, who was on guard at the black market.
Regarding the fact that He Jinshan suddenly became the second-in-command of the black market, Jiang Henian sighed more than once: Our Master He is worthy of being Master He, he is the master wherever he goes!
She asked He Jinshan indirectly whether he wanted to follow in his old ways and become a gangster boss, and she also casually said, "In the 1980s, when gangs and evil were being cracked down on everywhere, many people were shot."
The little eyes kept glancing around, as if wanting to persuade but being timid.
He Jinshan pinched her face and teased her, "Why, are you afraid of being a young widow?"
Jiang Henian readily hugged the man's muscular waist and said softly, "I'm worried about you. You're a retired soldier now. If you get caught, it will be an even greater crime."
He Jinshan hugged the man, kissed him, and then said that he had not done anything to get shot.
Jiang Henian was no longer worried. After all, He Jinshan was so powerful that he must know what was going on.
During this period, He Jinshan frequently went to the town and maintained close contact with the army far away in the capital. As the second-in-command in nominal cooperation, he also gave instructions on the direction of black market operations and the connection of underground channels for goods between the north and the south.
After several operations, the originally scattered black market network became efficient and orderly, and the speed of goods flow in and out had a qualitative leap. It was no longer mainly dependent on the transactions of ordinary people in the alleys.
Liu Baijin admired "Master Jiang's" vision and foresight very much. On the one hand, he wanted to make good use of such a person, but on the other hand, he was secretly on guard against him.
Liu Baijin is wealthy and has a bit of a bandit streak. He has many strongholds throughout Wulin Town and even Liaoan City. He announced that he would take half of the profits if Jiang Shan could help his subordinates make more money through the black market.
Jiang Henian has always been with He Jinshan, and he no longer leaves her alone in the village when he goes to town. When he contacts the military, she sits beside him, eating snacks and reading. When he goes to the black market or does something else, he sends her to the pharmacy first.
The same thing happened this afternoon.
After selling the full warehouse of meat in the wild forest outside the town according to the old rules, He Jinshan handed a thick stack of money to Jiang Henian. Although he had one foot involved in Liu Baijin's black market, he still had to keep the goods as usual.
After Jiang Henian entered Deshan Hall, He Jinshan went to Baijin Garden and agreed to pick her up in an hour.
The distance between the two sides was only three blocks. The "left-behind child" Jiang Henian was carrying a navy blue cloth bag across his shoulder. He leaned forward and waved his little hand at He Jinshan at the door.
"Miss Jiang, you came at the right time."
A kind-looking middle-aged man in a gray coat walked out of the pharmacy. He was about fifty years old.
He is Xu Fangmin, the owner of Deshantang, and Xu Dongjiang's father.
When Xu Fangmin was young, he was a young doctor who carried a shoulder pole and went around collecting medicines. Later, he opened his own medicine shop and continued to collect medicines in the surrounding villages for decades. At the beginning of the year, he broke his leg and could no longer work due to old age, so he asked his son Xu Dongjiang to take over the burden and he stayed in the medicine shop as the old manager.
Introduced by Xu Dongjiang, Jiang Henian would sometimes come to the town and take the newly harvested medicinal herbs directly to the pharmacy to sell. After Manager Xu knew that she was the apprentice of Lao Ma Liu, he was very enthusiastic and often invited her to talk about medical prescriptions and pharmacology.
Jiang Henian is pretty and sweet-spoken. She is very serious and enthusiastic in studying medicine and has some skills. When they were having a good chat, Manager Xu was so generous that he even opened the medicine store and took out some rare goods for her to see.
Today, by chance, an unfamiliar customer came and said he was in urgent need of ginseng that was over 20 years old. Deshantang had received two good ginseng plants that were over ten years old from Jiang Henian, as well as some rare and good stuff. Xu Fangmin got along well with Jiang Henian, so he did him a favor directly.
"Miss Jiang, Mr. Liu is really interested in buying something. Do you have any?"
The visitor was a middle-aged man wearing a fashionable gray-brown coat. He was tall, with an elegant appearance and a calm demeanor. He said he was from Shanghai and did not look like an ordinary person.
After listening to Manager Xu's introduction, the other party did not show contempt for Jiang Henian because of his young age. Instead, he said solemnly and politely:
"Miss Jiang, my father is old and seriously ill, and he urgently needs the best old mountain ginseng to save his life. If you have any, would you mind giving it to me? Price is not an issue."
Jiang Henian clutched the bulging cloth bag at his side, his eyes rolling around. Facing the middle-aged man's earnest, expectant gaze, he nodded and said crisply, "Yes."
The man smiled excitedly: "Great! Thank you very much, thank you so much!"
Manager Xu invited the two of them to the inner room to talk.
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The door of the director's office of the Wulin Town Revolutionary Committee was rudely pushed open.
Qian Dahai walked in with a swagger, wearing a fashionable leather coat and shaking his taut arms.
Qian Zhigang was sitting at his desk with his legs crossed, reading documents. He raised his eyes when he heard the voice, four wrinkles appeared on his forehead, and he scolded him lightly.
"Are there any rules? You don't even knock when you come in."
Qian Dahai sat down on the redwood sofa beside him without being affected. "Uncle, we are so familiar with each other, why should we follow any rules?"
Qian Zhigang had no idea what to do with this nephew who was always causing trouble. He snorted in annoyance, shook the document, continued reading, and ignored him.
Qian Dahai sipped a cup of tea himself and complained: "Uncle, the tea in your office is too bad. Later, I will go to my uncle's house and buy you two cans of good tea."
Qian Zhigang didn't even raise his eyelids.
Qian Dahai waited for a while, and seeing that Qian Zhigang didn't say anything, he touched his new Swiss watch, stood up with his round back, and sat down at the desk.
"Uncle, how's that going?"
Qian Zhigang signed the document and said calmly, "What's the matter?"
"It's He Jinshan from Huagou Village. Didn't you promise me to get him last time?"
Qian Zhigang paused, put the document aside, and wiped his glasses with a small cloth. "That person can't do it."
Qian Dahai stood up and shouted, "Why! Why can't you do it again? You can just give him a random name and arrest him, right?"
Qian Zhigang frowned, glanced at the open door, grabbed a newspaper and hit him, lowering his voice to warn:
"Don't talk nonsense here!"
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