Lian Xiaomin entered the room and said to the two little kids, "Xiaofu, Xiaoya, you two should sleep with sister Xiaofeng tonight. I will pick you up tomorrow. How about that?"
"Awooo~Okay~"
The three kids were so happy to know that they could sleep on the same kang tonight that they cried and chirped to express their excitement.
As a result, the triplets on the other side heard the noise and also clamored to sleep with their older brother and sister.
Oh my, the room is in chaos. I can hear the baby's voices all the time, each one louder than the last, each wave stronger than the last. It's really killing me.
Lian Xiaomin hurriedly retreated, unable to bear it any longer, her head buzzing.
There are six kids on this kang now. When my aunt has another one, there will be “seven kids on one vine”.
Hey, Calabash Brothers!
Children like to talk by comparison. That day, Xiaofu and Doudou were competing in reciting songs.
You recite a song, I recite a song, and we recite it all at the same time without stopping, which is really attractive.
Li Xianghai came over and asked, "Is Yufang going to sell mountain products? Well, I said, I can go."
Yufang came over and said, "Brother, you have to go to work tomorrow, go to bed early. With Xiaomin here, nothing can happen. Don't worry."
There are only educated youth in the village, and every sister-in-law is exchanged.
If it were someone else, Li Xianghai would definitely not agree to let the two little girls go to the black market late at night.
But if you say this is Xiaomin, well, just go, just look at her skills in hunting wild boars, who can beat the famous boxer “Master Lian” from Sandaogou!
This is called a sense of security.
"Okay, both of you put on your masks and go early and come back early."
Yufang happily agreed and went to report to Zhang Dacui. She knew that with Xiaomin's protection, her family would definitely agree.
The two of them went out at around eight o'clock. Lian Xiaomin pushed her uncle's bicycle, and Yufang tied two baskets of mountain products such as mushrooms, fungus, and hazelnuts on both sides of the back seat.
The two pushed the cart and walked to the commune. After the road was repaired, seven or eight miles was not considered far.
It was nine or ten o'clock in the evening, when the small black market began to attract people. After the two men arrived, they found a place in the alley to unload both baskets.
Lian Xiaomin parked the bicycle, turned on the flashlight and handed it to Yufang to illuminate the room.
All edible things are easy to sell. Yufang took a scale and prepared it. After a while, someone came over to ask about it. It was obvious that the products were from the mountains picked by the villagers and they were quite good.
In less than half an hour, both baskets of goods were sold, earning a total of six dollars and sixty cents.
Yufang happily held the pile of banknotes in her hand. Even with that, she was already very satisfied!
Rural people have never seen money. For a day's work, a strong laborer would get 10 work points, while someone like her would only get 5 work points for feeding pigs. One work point is about four or five cents, and this was in the Sandaogou Brigade, which was considered the best.
Yufang earns a little over 20 cents a day, and the mountain products she has saved for some time can be sold for 6.6 yuan. This is free money, isn't it? How can she not be excited?
It is said that ever since Li Xianghai started working at the cotton mill, his monthly salary of 27.5 yuan had spread like wildfire.
That was like a bomb going off in the village, and it made many people envious.
It is said that Li Xianghai rose to fame overnight.
After one week at work, Lian Xiaomin got 800 kilograms of mung beans for her uncle, at 25 cents per kilogram, and told him that it was a purchase from a friend and that he could trade it with the cotton mill and let her ship it to the mill as her own achievement.
Wang De was extremely satisfied with Li Xianghai. Wang De's elder sister Wang Guizhen, who was the logistics director, immediately arranged for mung bean soup to be cooked in the canteen.
In the hot summer, the workers drank mung bean soup, which quenched their thirst and relieved the heat. The logistics department praised Li Xianghai's ability.
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Lian Xiaomin looked at Yufang's excited face, and bent down to help her pack the basket, tied it up on the car, and then accompanied her to see if there was any cloth.
Ever since Qian Ye’s small black market at the cotton mill disappeared, this side has become very popular.
In the past, there were only some nutritional supplements specifically for hospital patients, which were sold quietly here, but now there are more varieties, and other things will also be available.
But after all, this alley is less than 50 meters long and has no manager, so the space is still limited and you can only try your luck.
As they walked deeper into the alley, Lian Xiaomin spotted Sun Xuefeng with her sharp eyes.
It turns out he was in the innermost one, wearing a baseball cap and the same black mask. Who else could it be but him?
Business is pretty good, after all, there are a lot of supplies.
He also carried two large sacks of stuff on his bicycle and placed them against the wall behind him.
A piece of cloth was spread on the ground in front, and several samples were placed there.
There was half a bag of cornmeal and sorghum, each weighing about five pounds, a watch, and a pile of cloth, all stacked up, about five or six pieces in total.
Yufang was attracted at once, isn’t this just cloth, her ultimate target!
Sun Xuefeng turned on the flashlight and saw Lian Xiaomin. He had just answered that a man bought ten kilograms of grain and collected the money.
I know that the little girl in front of me who squatted down and directly reached for the cotton cloth was with the little boss.
"Which piece of cloth do you want?"
There were three kinds of cloth in total: black cloth, gray cloth, and army green cloth. Yufang liked the army green one, but after thinking about it, she decided to just take the most common gray cloth.
Black cloth is too hot to wear in summer, light gray is just right.
This one is unattractive and the most low-key.
"How many feet is this and how much is it?"
Lian Xiaomin stood behind and made a "six" gesture to Sun Xuefeng, meaning that there were only six dollars in his pocket.
At least you have to leave 60 cents for Xiaofang.
What kind of tacit understanding do Sun Xuefeng and the little boss have? I understood it immediately.
"This piece of gray cloth is a little dusty. It's five meters long, or fifteen feet. You can take it all for six dollars. Give me two tickets of any kind."
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