Zeng Wangcai died before he could accomplish his mission. He overlooked a problem. It was still 1959 and the most difficult time had not yet arrived. Will he be able to eat toads at one yuan per pound in the second half of the year or next year?
dream!
During the most difficult times, even if we directly exchanged small yellow croakers for food, we couldn't get much.
After half an hour, the store still hadn't opened. Zhang Xiuzhi became anxious and hinted to Zeng Wangcai to lower the price, but Zeng Wangcai refused.
To be honest, Zeng Wangcai was confident and had no shortage of food and drink. All he wanted was a way out. It didn't matter whether he could sell the pigeons or not. What was important was to understand the pigeon market. When the time came to make money, he would bring hundreds of kilograms of rice and flour to sell to ensure that nothing went wrong.
"Little brother, I can't sell it anymore. Sell me two kilograms at a lower price. I really like it. I just saw some large intestines in the jar. I want two kilograms of large intestines, too." The ticket seller spoke again.
Zeng Wangcai thought for a while and said, "Brother, you seem to frequent the pigeon market. I'll sell it to you in a different way. Just as we'll make friends, one is 30 cents, two are 50 cents. Look carefully, bro, four of my toads are definitely more than a pound. You won't suffer a loss or be fooled."
Zeng Wangcai was not lying. The toads were indeed very big. After being dipped in the marinade, they must have weighed at least three taels each.
The ticket scalper was tempted: "Can I try it?"
"Do you have any shame?"
"Little brother, you misunderstood. I meant to taste the marinade."
This is possible. Zeng Wangcai used bamboo chopsticks to put some marinade on the sorghum leaves and let the ticket seller lick a few sips.
It was obvious that the ticket scalper was very satisfied with the taste. He licked the sauce clean and finally took out fifty cents to buy two.
"Hmm, it's fragrant and delicious. You can even eat the bones. The taste is amazing. Apart from being a little expensive, there's nothing wrong with it..." The ticket scalper praised the dish while eating.
In the pigeon market, amid the hustle and bustle of people, a ticket seller put on a show of eating. However, there were more people asking than buying.
Half a day passed and when the pigeon market was about to close, Zeng Wangcai had only sold seven or eight braised toads, and the ticket seller alone bought four of them.
When the stall was about to close, the big brother of the ticket seller kindly said, "Little brother, your skills will be wasted if you leave them here. Wait a minute, I will find you a big customer, the well-known Wu Ye in Pigeon City. He also likes this. If he is satisfied, he can buy it all for you."
"Thank you, big brother!" Zeng Wangcai raised his hand and handed over a cigarette with a filter tip. This was exactly the kind of relationship he wanted.
The ticket scalper was gone for more than ten minutes and brought back a middle-aged man in his forties. The man was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, dark blue pants, and walked with his hands behind his back.
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