Chapter 25 Printing Money is Illegal
The father and son sighed for a long time, and then Lin Musen remembered:
"So what else are you planning to take with you this time?"
Lin Sanqi thought for a moment and said:
"First of all, I definitely need food. The more the better, so I can act accordingly. I need both rice and flour. Also, it's not good for me to always give out fine grains. Could you find a way to get me some coarse grains?"
"Coarse grains?"
In this materially developed, flowery city, what kind of food is impossible to obtain? You can get as much as you want, depending on how much money you have in your pocket.
"I'll take care of the food. What kind of coarse grains do you need?"
"So, we need to prepare the sweet potatoes and potatoes. We'll also contact the feed mill and buy some cornmeal, which is cornmeal ground into powder. This was one of the staple foods in 1959. We don't need too much, just to test the waters first."
Aside from food, everything was in short supply there. White and brown sugar were absolute luxury foods in 1959, the pinnacle of gift giving. Soybean and rapeseed oil were also needed, but they couldn't be packed in plastic barrels. I've observed that plastic wasn't widely available back then.
"We also want pork. Dad, you don't know this, but when I went to buy meat with my mother (born in 1959), the line stretched from Shilou Village to Baiyun Airport. For every pound of meat you bought, you only got half a pound, and the other half was bones. It felt like pork was more precious than gold."
Lin Kucan smiled and said:
"I've experienced this before. I couldn't eat meat when I was a kid, and my eyes would light up when I saw it. Okay, let's go prepare these later. You can buy them at the village market, as much as you want."
"Oh yeah, eggs too. People in 1959 called eggs chicken butt banks, hahahaha."
Lin Kucan also laughed, and suddenly thought of something:
"For 50 years, you needed tickets for everything. You could only buy things with tickets. So do you need tickets for medical treatment and buying Chinese herbal medicine?"
Lin Sanqi was a little embarrassed: "Well, well, I didn't really look carefully, but I didn't ask for receipts for the two Chinese medicines I bought for my mother. This means that all you need to buy the herbs is money."
Lin Musen had an idea in mind, and said:
"Well, you should find a way to sell some grain in 1959 for cash, and then try to buy a ginseng. There was a message in our family group a few days ago that a relative in Hong Kong wanted to buy a hundred-year-old wild ginseng, and the price was 2 to 3 million.
Nowadays, even 50-year-old wild ginseng is rare, let alone century-old ones. Think about it, how much more expensive could it have been in 1959? To a time traveler like you, it's just a few bags of rice.
If a few bags of rice are not enough, then we can just haul a few tons or even dozens of tons of rice over to them. So your primary goal next is to gain a firm foothold in 1959, and then take the opportunity to purchase some precious medicinal materials, and leave the sales to me.
Mother Diulei, this time it will be our family's turn to get rich."
Lin Sanqi thought for a moment and smiled:
"This is the most feasible solution at the moment. I'll be responsible for the medicinal herbs in 1959, and you'll be responsible for the sales in the modern era. We'll be father and son, and when we have enough money, we'll go to Overseas Chinese Huiyuetai and buy him eight or ten apartments. Hahahaha~~~"
Lin Musen and his son do what they say.
After coming out of the room, he ran downstairs in a hurry, got on his tricycle and ran away.
Wang Wenjuan poked her head out of the kitchen, looking a little strange. She muttered something and went back to make soup.
Lin Musen and his son first came to the village vegetable market.
The environment of the vegetable market is not very good. After all, it is a village in the city. The market is full of sewage and the smell is not very pleasant.
But as the local boss of Shilou Village, the security guard at the entrance of the vegetable market did not stop him and he rode his electric tricycle directly to the pig stall.
The butcher saw the customer coming and greeted him with a smile:
"Isn't this Doctor Lin? You're here to buy some meat today. Look, this meat is all fresh. I guarantee it's not from the freezer."
Lin Musen was not polite either: "Pork man, well, pack up all the fat meat from your stall for me, I'll take it all."
"You want fat meat? No lean meat?"
The butcher felt strange because every time his butcher stall sold out the lean meat and pork belly first, and the fat was packaged or sold to small restaurants to make lard.
Anyway, local people in Huadu rarely buy fatty meat.
But since there was such a sucker, how could the boss not sell it? So he yelled:
"Okay, Dr. Lin, wait a moment, I'll pack it for you."
Lin Musen looked around and pointed to the pork stalls nearby and said, "We'll take all the fat from you guys too."
Now, all the butchers in Shilou Village Market were excited and busy cutting and weighing meat.
After leaving the butcher shop, the Lin father and son ran to other shops and bought all the white sugar, brown sugar, soybean oil, rapeseed oil, eggs and other things in the market.
In the end, the tricycle couldn’t hold it all, so the boss had to help transport it back to Lin’s house.
Because he could not bring the outer packaging bags to 1959, Lin Musen used his skills in wrapping Chinese medicinal materials to wrap up the sugar and salt.
Lin Sanqi walked to a small supermarket in the village next door.
When you walk into a supermarket, you will see a wide variety of things on the shelves. You can find everything you want, including food, drinks, clothes and daily necessities.
Lin Sanqi wandered around and realized there wasn't much to buy. Was he supposed to buy some spicy noodles, cola, and potato chips and take them back to 1959? That was definitely asking for trouble.
Until Lin Sanqi came to the candy counter, picked up the Alps milk candy, put it down; picked up the QQ soft candy, and put it down again.
Then I picked up a pack of White Rabbit Milk Candy,
Every time I read novels in the past, it said that the most delicious candy in that era was "White Rabbit Milk Candy". It was definitely the ceiling of candy, so every time traveler would bring a lot of milk candy with them.
But after studying it for a long time, Lin Sanqi had no choice but to put the White Rabbit milk food in his hand back on the shelf.
Lin Sanqi honestly didn't know what the packaging of White Rabbit candy looked like in 1959. How different was it from the packaging of today? Would giving it away in 1959 arouse suspicion?
Finally, Lin Sanqi bought a lot of bulk fruit candies, which were round and of various flavors. He could grab a handful with his hands, which was convenient for giving to others and was super cheap.
The key is that there is no wrapping paper, so there is no need to worry about others noticing anything unusual.
When they returned home, the father and son packed bags of rice and flour into sacks.
By the same token, today's rice bags are all made of polypropylene, which was considered black technology in 1959.
So the father and son could only put the things in traditional sacks. Fortunately, sacks are still widely used nowadays, otherwise there would be nowhere to buy them.
By the time it was time for dinner, Wang Wenjuan had urged them several times before Lin Musen and Lin Sanqi washed their hands and ate together. They were still discussing things while eating.
Lin Sanqi handed over a banknote and said:
"Dad, this is a 1953 edition of the second series of RMB, a ten-yuan note. Take a look at it first."
Lin Musen took it and looked at it. It was a black-patterned banknote with a picture of a male worker pointing forward and a peasant woman holding a bundle of rice and looking into the distance.
The banknotes appear wrinkled and rough, probably because the paper quality is not up to standard.
Lin Bingqiao felt strange and snatched it away, looking left and right:
"Boss, this banknote of yours is so old! I've never seen it before. What's the matter? Are you suddenly interested in collecting banknotes?"
Lin Sanqi snatched the banknote, straightened it carefully, and said unhappily:
"Go away, little brat, what do you know? This 10 yuan is more than a farmer can earn in a month. It's very precious."
Lin Bingqiao rolled her eyes, hummed "Tsk~~", and then started eating.
Lin Sanqi handed the 10-yuan note to his father and said:
"Dad, it suddenly occurred to me that you could go online and look for the second set of RMB and see if you can get some. Anyway, this set of RMB is no longer usable. The one I got in 1959 is just enough to use.
If you really can't get these old RMB, you can ask Brother Ming to see if he can help print some. I see the paper and paint are not very high-quality, so printing should not be difficult, right? "
Lin Qinming is a native of Shilou Village and has a very good relationship with Lin Sanqi's cousin.
Now I have opened my own printing company and am my own boss.
Of course, to put it bluntly, it is just a printing workshop.
Moreover, Lin Sanqi knew that his cousin's printing business was not so formal. Anyway, he had helped to post flyers on the village's electric poles before...
After hearing these words, Lin Musen was about to sweat:
"Pujiezi, you want to die! Printing RMB is illegal, even if it's unusable. Don't even think about this kind of crooked trick. Just exchange it for food."
Lin Sanqi clicked his tongue and nodded heavily: "Dad is right, we can't do anything illegal."
Wang Wenjuan was a little puzzled. "What are you two talking about? I don't understand anything. Why do you need so many old banknotes, son?"
Lin Sanqi chuckled and said, "It's okay, Mom. Dad and I were studying Chinese coins. We were just joking."
Lin Musen quickly changed the subject:
"By the way, I've already bought the herbs for this month. Go get them ready. I've got two doses this time. Try both and see how effective they are. We'll adjust them later."
Wang Wenjuan sighed after hearing this:
"Oh, it's all my fault for dragging you down. One course of treatment costs 20,000 yuan, it's too expensive. I might as well just give up..."
After hearing this, Lin Sanqi put his arm around his mother's shoulders:
"Mom, eat as much as you want. Your son has found a way to make a fortune. I promise to give you delicious food and drink spicy drinks in the future. I will also send you to the United States for proper medical treatment. I guarantee you will live to be 100 years old in good health."
"Hehe, kid, I don't want to live to be 100. I want to have a grandchild sooner rather than later."
When talking about his girlfriend, Lin Sanqi felt a pang of pain in his heart again. After all, he had just broken up with his ex-girlfriend that morning, and this emotional injury could not be healed in a short time.
(End of this chapter)
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