Okay, I'll go even if it's a mountain of knives or a sea of fire, let alone the town. I can earn 100 yuan for every 1,000 jin (500 kg) of meat.
They had originally planned to leave for town the next morning, but Grandma Yan refused, saying she wanted to take the child to the hospital for a checkup that morning. Upon hearing that the child was sick, Zhao Weiguo was at a loss for what to do and felt quite worried.
He glanced at Yan Xiaonan and said, "This girl really looks like my sister. It's a pity my sister isn't lucky. Alright, I'll borrow a car tomorrow, and we'll go to town together."
Seeing their departing figures, Yan Xiaoqiang became anxious: "Mother, how could you take them to town? You could have just changed them here."
Grandma Yan and Yan Xiaonan both looked at Yan Xiaoqiang with sympathy. He's so naive. If he were to exchange lives here, he might not even survive.
Grandma Yan didn't say much. "Eating is the most important thing in the world," she said. "My precious granddaughter's stomach is rumbling." The whole family ate three big bowls of noodles and sighed with satisfaction.
The next morning, the four members of the Yan family left the room and headed towards the hospital. When they arrived at the hospital entrance, three of them got into a car heading to town, leaving Yan Xiaoqiang standing at the hospital entrance.
They found out last night that there's another bus from the hospital that goes to the town, but it's more expensive, costing 50 cents per person, and only runs once a day.
Five cents' car was much cleaner than two cents' car; at least it didn't have that stench. If you were to ask Grandma Yan why she took Nan Nan away first, it was firstly for safety, and secondly because she remembered the steamed bun shop in town.
If the shop owner is still there, ask him to lend you the shop for half a day; two yuan should be enough. If he's not there, it'll be good to find a place sooner.
Cuihua was worried about the old man and the child leaving alone, so she asked Nannan to hide 300 jin of cornmeal. The three of them left the county first. What was Yan Xiaoqiang, a grown man, afraid of?
At midday, the three arrived in town. Sure enough, the steamed bun shop was closed. They walked along the road to the very back, where an old woman was locking the door.
Grandma Yan quickly went up to her and said, "Sister, I have a question. Where can we find a cheap place to stay for one night?"
The old lady had no money or food, and thought of staying at her daughter's house for a couple of days. When she heard that she needed to stay overnight, her eyes lit up. "How about 80 cents a night?"
Just as Cuihua was about to nod, Grandma Yan spoke up first: "Sister, it's too expensive. I chose this place because I thought the guesthouse was too expensive."
The old woman thought for a moment and said, "Then it'll be fifty cents, no less won't do."
Grandma Yan nodded, reluctantly took out fifty cents and handed it to the old woman. The old woman simply didn't lock the door anymore, since there was nothing in the house and she wasn't afraid of being robbed.
"Just close the door when you leave tomorrow. There's nothing that would attract thieves." With that, he turned and left.
Cuihua held Nannan and found a clean spot in the house for her to play by herself. She and Grandma Yan looked around the whole house. The house was a bit small, but fortunately there was a small courtyard in the back.
Grandma Yan gave Cuihua a dollar and told her to buy ten burlap sacks. Each sack could hold 100 jin (50 kg), and Grandma Yan planned to sell 1,000 jin (500 kg) of white rice today.
As for cornmeal, another 500 or 600 jin would be enough. We might as well exchange it for some milk powder or malted milk powder. I already discussed the things I wanted to exchange with Yan Xiaoqiang yesterday, and they should bring them.
Cuihua walked quickly and bought ten sacks. She helped Grandma Yan pack them up. The amount of grain was estimated, so Grandma Yan put about 100 jin in her own rice sack next to her, just in case it wasn't enough.
Calculating that it was about time, I asked Cuihua to wait for someone at the entrance of the steamed bun shop, as we had agreed on last night. Just a few minutes after Cuihua arrived, a small truck arrived.
I quickly led them down that road, but the street got narrower and narrower, and cars couldn't get through, so we had to walk.
Grandma Yan stood at the door holding Nan Nan, watching as Yan Xiaoqiang and Cuihua led people in. When they arrived at the backyard, ten neatly arranged burlap sacks caught their attention.
I went up and opened it, and sure enough it was white rice. This rice is great, big and white. It's worth 1.2 yuan per jin (500g). Without saying a word, I lifted it up and weighed it.
It is common knowledge that the first bag weighs 103 jin and the second bag weighs 103 jin. The third bag weighs 103 jin. All ten bags weigh 103 jin.
Not to mention the two Zhao brothers, Grandma Yan and Cuihua were also quite surprised. The two of them each opened a burlap sack on one side, and Nannan was responsible for filling it with rice.
She packed the bags one by one at lightning speed, but I never imagined she could measure them so precisely. Alas, the fairy's abilities are beyond the comprehension of us mortals.
After discussing it, the group ordered another 900 jin of cornmeal, malted milk powder for eight yuan a can, canned food for five yuan a can, milk powder for eight yuan a jin, and cooking oil and candy for two mao more than they would have with coupons.
Grandma made a decision: "Young man, take ten cans of food, five cans of malted milk powder, five pounds of milk powder, and ten pounds of everything else."
Zhao Weiguo's mind worked quickly. Fifty plus forty plus forty-forty equals one hundred and seventy. He decided to take another hundred jin of cornmeal to make up two hundred jin of rice.
"Are there still 500 jin of rice left to exchange for money?" Yan Xiaonan suddenly spoke up, "The radio."
Everyone was stunned. The Zhao brothers found it unbelievable that such a young child knew about radios. However, Grandma Yan and the others were very calm. "A fairy? What's so strange about her knowing about radios?"
"Auntie, the radio costs eighty with a coupon, and one hundred without one. Do you have a coupon? If not, you could have a bag of rice with it."
Grandma Yan rolled her eyes at them. Where would a farmer get ration coupons? He only has a bag of rice.
Yan Xiaoqiang spoke up: "Do you have a bicycle?"
"Oh dear, you blockhead!" Grandma Yan was about to curse. The Zhao brothers, however, didn't think so much. What man doesn't like a bicycle? It's a pity they don't have one.
"Uncle, there aren't any available right now. I estimate there will be a few after October. Why don't you place your order now and I'll reserve them for you if they come in."
Grandma Yan wanted to refuse, but Yan Xiaonan clapped his hands and kept saying "car, car, car, car"
Seeing Yan Xiaonan's lively demeanor, Zhao Weiguo really wanted to hug her, but knowing it wasn't the right time, he could only suppress his feelings and say to Yan Xiaoqiang, "Uncle, the cheapest bicycle costs at least 120 yuan, you see."
Yan Xiaoqiang looked at Grandma Yan, who thought for a moment and said, "How about this, I'll order a truckload of rice for you first, and then I'll give you another 100 jin of rice and whatever good stuff you make for me."
“Okay, whatever you want, I can make it happen,” Zhao Weiguo said, standing up.
"It's not anything particularly valuable, just things like milk powder, canned food, and fabric for making clothes for little girls."
Zhao Weiguo nodded and began to calculate: three bags were exchanged for 900 jin of cornmeal, two bags for cooking oil and 100 jin of cornmeal, one bag for a radio, and one bag as a deposit. The remaining three bags would earn him 300 yuan.
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