Money wasn't the problem for Lin Mo; it was the letter of introduction that was.
This security guard looks strangely young and has an upright demeanor; I doubt any crooked means could tempt him.
Lin Mo thought to himself, "What a fool!" and turned to go home for the time being.
The whole mess caused by the fishing incident was a struggle that, while meaningful, ultimately failed.
It also wasted a lot of time.
In a couple of days it will be November, and the dwarf pines in the mountains will stop shedding their pine cones. The dwarf pines at home have almost all been peeled off.
When Erling trudged home late at night, Ah Jun's family had indeed finished stripping everything. They hadn't left yet because they were waiting to settle the bill.
"Hehe, it's already freezing cold, and we don't have enough coal to burn during the winter." Old Wang chuckled, rubbing his hands together nervously, his mouth circling around the word "money," but he was too embarrassed to say it directly.
"We haven't done anything like that these past few days, anyway, the work is all done." Aunt Wang chimed in, reminding Lin Mo that it was time to settle the score.
Lin Mo smiled and nodded, then carried the pressure scale out of the house.
Driven by the desire to earn money, the three members of the Wang family worked with great efficiency. In the inconspicuous corners of the main room, there were already more than a dozen small burlap sacks stacked on each side, each one bulging with contents.
Upon weighing, each bag weighed over twenty pounds.
Fearing that using a large burlap sack would crush the pine nuts, the Wang family of three specifically used a small burlap sack, showing their thoughtfulness.
More than twenty small sacks were weighed one after another.
24 jin, 25 jin, 23 jin, 26 jin...
In the end, it added up to exactly 500 jin!
70 yuan per jin, that's how much money is that?
Thirty-five thousand!
"Well, we haven't had much schooling. Four yuan a pound, five hundred pounds in total, that's... two thousand, right?" Old Wang counted on his fingers.
They had already figured out in their stomachs that it was in the thousands, but Old Wang and Aunt Wang still couldn't believe it.
Good heavens, I've lived half my life and the total amount of money I've ever touched doesn't even add up to a thousand!
Right now...
They were a little afraid that Lin Mo might change his mind, or that he wouldn't be able to come up with the huge sum of money.
"Yes, it's two thousand, that's right."
Lin Mo responded straightforwardly and then turned and went into the west room.
He took off his shoes, climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed), took out twenty bundles of ten-yuan bills from the kang hole, put them in a small sack, and came out of the main room to hand them over.
Old Wang's hands were shaking so badly he looked like he had Parkinson's, and he kept inexplicably slurping and drooling uncontrollably.
After receiving the heavy burlap sack, Aunt Wang hurriedly stuck her head inside.
Upon seeing the dazzling banknotes, the whole family was so excited that they couldn't control themselves.
"The accounts are settled, huh?" Lin Mo said casually with a smile.
"Your skills are so good. If there are other jobs in a while, I'll call you over to help out, if you have the time."
"We should be able to collect pine needles for another ten days or so. If you can't stay idle, go and collect some pine needles."
"Okay, okay, okay," Old Wang said repeatedly, stuffing the burlap sack into his cotton-padded coat.
"Then let's head back first."
Tonight, strange, almost ferocious laughter, bordering on savage laughter, could be heard from the Wang family home from time to time, and it was quite eerie to hear at first.
Wang Junjun felt both excited and uneasy, fearing that his troublesome aunt, Wang Yanli, would cause trouble again.
"Dad, Mom, stop calling out. Why don't we take advantage of the darkness and go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy more things to stock up on, and buy more pork too?"
"At least we shouldn't be stuck with money and suffering from hunger and cold this winter; otherwise, all our hard work would have been for nothing."
That makes sense. Old Wang has suffered for half his life, and now that he has money, he no longer wants to eat corn porridge every day and is reluctant to burn coal, only burning the firewood he chopped himself that doesn't burn very fast.
Old Wang immediately pulled out five ten-yuan bills and shouted to Ah Jun to take the money to the supply and marketing cooperative.
Coal is three cents a pound, I'll just buy a thousand pounds! That's thirty yuan!
The other twenty will be used to buy rice, noodles, and meat!
Rice costs 30 cents a pound, let's buy 100 pounds! That's another 30 yuan!
Having calculated this, Old Wang generously took out two ten-yuan bills and handed them to A-Jun, making up the debt and leaving him with five yuan to spare.
With the remaining five yuan, I can buy meat. Meat costs eight mao per jin, so I can buy six jin of meat in one go!
Ah Jun was too afraid to go out alone. He was afraid of running into those educated youths, and if he did, he would definitely be bullied by those bad guys.
Seeing that Ah Jun was holding the money but dawdling and unwilling to leave, Old Wang glared at him, grabbed Ah Jun's tattered coat sleeve, and walked towards the supply and marketing cooperative together.
Chen Gang was on duty at the supply and marketing cooperative at night.
He was depressed while on duty, feeling that he worked so hard every day, but instead of getting anything in return, he didn't even get any respect.
The villagers have been ignoring him for days, and the entire production team is deserted, with no one coming over every day.
The village was like a ghost village; you could hardly see anyone all day long because the villagers would all go into the mountains whenever they had free time.
Hearing footsteps, Chen Gang looked up and saw that it was the Wang family father and son.
Just as he was about to speak, Old Wang said directly:
"We need to buy 1,000 jin of coal, 100 jin of rice, and 6 jin of meat."
With that, Old Wang placed the money on the counter.
Chen Gang was surprised to see that he had pulled out so much money in one go, and it was all ten-yuan bills.
The first reaction to a deeply ingrained thought in the brain is to angrily rebuke:
"Where did you get this money! We're a public collective..."
"Oh, stop with the nonsense,"
If it weren't for the fact that he could only buy things from the supply and marketing cooperative nearby, Old Wang wouldn't bother with him either.
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