Ning Jing said calmly, "Sister Jin Gui, since I made a promise to you, I have to keep it!"
Otherwise, how could I possibly have the face to appear in front of you again?
Jin Gui thought about it and agreed, unless this person only wanted to do a one-time deal with her.
"Alright, here's half a pig lung and a piece of pig liver. That's all."
This harvest has far exceeded Ning Jing's expectations.
She quickly waved her hand and said, "Thank you so much, Sister Jin Gui! I know you've really put me at a great deal!"
Although Ning Jing's words were somewhat exaggerated, they were also true.
Even if you have something, you still need to find a way to trade it with someone.
Once you've made the connection, even if you suffer a loss now, you can always make up for it later.
Ning Jing felt she had gotten a great deal, and Jin Gui's previously expressionless rectangular face broke into a smile.
Everyone loves to hear nice things, and she knew better than anyone that she hadn't suffered any loss.
After all, these things don't cost me a penny.
Pig lungs and liver are generally unwanted because they are oily and not filling; they are usually sold or given away for free.
When Ning Jing returned happily with those things, Zhao Dazhu and Wang Guihua were getting impatient.
Upon seeing Ning Jing appear, Wang Guihua rushed forward, grabbed her hand, looked her up and down carefully, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ning Jing, you scared your brother Zhao and me to death!"
Zhao Dazhu handed Ning Jing the money for the 50 jin of rice.
"The supply and marketing cooperative only gave us 13 cents, so this is 6.5 yuan."
I originally thought this time it would sell for a higher price, but I didn't expect it to be even lower than last year.
Thinking of this, Zhao Dazhu shook his head and sighed.
Ning Jing took the money, not expecting that the price of rice would be so cheap.
"I asked around, and now rice is 22 cents a pound, wheat flour is 28 cents, and this year's new rice is only 13 cents, wheat is 10 cents, and old rice is 7 cents. If it's last year's old rice, it's only 9 cents, and old wheat is 10 cents."
This price is only available here; I've heard that other places offer even lower prices.
Ning Jing was stunned when she heard this.
If that's the case, the price of grain is so high that it can't be sold at a fair price; the market should be saturated.
But she could tell from Niu Jinju and Jin Gui's longing for food that there wasn't enough to eat.
Upon hearing Ning Jing's question, both Wang Guihua and Zhao Dazhu's expressions changed.
Looking around and seeing that no one was around, he pulled Ning Jing aside.
“Ning Jing, please don’t say these things in public again.”
The village chief has already said that all the villages outside are making headlines with their amazing food supplies.
But when it came time to hand over the grain tax, they were all in arrears.
If it weren't for our village chief's absolute refusal to allow the satellite launch, we probably would have had to tighten our belts and go hungry.
However, you can't just say that out loud.
I wonder if the village chief can hold on. Every year when we have to pay the grain tax, our village is always the target of criticism.
At this point, Wang Guihua sighed for a while.
After hearing these words, Ning Jing's lips twitched.
In other words, all the other villages lied about the military situation, claiming they had this much grain when they didn't.
When the amount of grain reported in the newspapers increased, it naturally drove down the price of grain, making it impossible to sell at a good price.
However, there was actually no grain in the warehouses; everyone relied entirely on the grain handed over to the state to make ends meet.
However, if there are too many people who owe grain, there will naturally be situations where supplies are interrupted.
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