In mid-November in Heilongjiang Province, the temperature had already reached below zero, and many people went up the mountain wearing thin jackets.
Lu Zhiye secretly stuffed three sets of thin jackets with cotton pads under the backpack.
After he left, Duan Qing took the backpack and stuffed the flour under the bed, only then did she discover a cloth bag underneath.
When I opened it, I saw three brand new sets of clothes.
"Old Zhong!" Duan Qing's voice was choked with sobs. Her hands, which had some chilblains, trembled as she touched the clothes.
When Zhong Wende saw this scene, he couldn't help but wipe his eyes.
"Take it, fix it, and put it on Xiaoqing. You should put it on too."
God knows how helpless he felt every day when he saw his son's face turned purple from the cold, his fingers swollen and red from the cold, and his usually delicate wife cooking with hands full of chilblains.
I even hated my own incompetence.
Duan Qing was crying as she put patches on her brand new clothes one by one.
She put it on her son tremblingly, and put on a ragged piece of clothing on the outside.
Zhong Muqing couldn't help but touch his new clothes and whispered, "It's so warm."
The childish words made the couple burst into tears.
November 20th is the day of the commune market. During these three days, many people can take their own vegetables, mountain products and so on to the market to exchange.
This market only takes place once a year, and all the major communes have tacitly accepted it.
So everyone is not afraid of someone coming to check.
The big market is located near the commune, not far from Dahe Village.
Lu Zhiye also went to the market early in the morning carrying a backpack.
However, he did not go to the market in their commune, but to a market dozens of kilometers away from their commune.
The commune here is bigger than theirs, so there are a lot of people.
The bustling crowd presents a peaceful atmosphere.
Lu Zhiye walked along the way and found a fur stall.
There were a dozen or so fox furs on it, in different colors, and they looked very warm.
"Brother, how do I change this?"
The young man looked at Lu Zhiye, a smile on his honest face: "A piece of skin, twenty kilograms of food."
His words made everyone around him gasp.
Wow, twenty kilograms of food cost three or four dollars.
Lu Zhiye thought of Professor Zhong and his friends' hands full of chilblains, and waved his hand: "Five pieces of skin."
The young man was overjoyed, and he quickly took out the best pieces of fox skin: "This is the biggest one, I spent a lot of effort to get it.
I have saved it for a long time, and if my family wasn’t really in trouble, I wouldn’t be willing to give it out.”
Lu Zhiye nodded, poured out the food in the backpack, and weighed it: "Exactly 100 kilograms."
The young man's pupils trembled slightly as he looked at Lu Zhiye who lifted a hundred kilograms of food effortlessly. This man was much more skilled than him.
Lu Zhiye put the fox fur into the backpack and continued walking forward.
Suddenly he paused and looked at the stall of the lady opposite him. A look of joy flashed in his eyes: "Auntie, how do you exchange these dried vegetables?"
The neat and capable lady, who was in her forties, had dried beans, dried chilies, dried mushrooms, etc. in front of her.
There are several baskets, and everyone who sees them will praise her: What a good woman who knows how to manage the household.
The old lady rubbed her rough hands, with a calculating look in her eyes.
She just saw this man exchange so much food directly.
"Two cents a pound."
Lu Zhiye did not miss the shrewdness in her eyes.
He put down the dried beans in his hand without any reluctance, stood up and prepared to leave.
The lady immediately became anxious: "Hey, hey, young man, let's negotiate. If you are not satisfied with this price, name a price."
Many families dry vegetables in the sun, but few people buy them.
Finally someone was interested, so the old lady was reluctant to let him go.
Lu Zhiye stopped and said, "Eight points. I want them all."
"Fifteen cents!"
"Nine points."
"One cent and three cents!!"
“No!”
"Oh, oh, oh, nine points is nine points!"
The old lady made the final decision and quickly borrowed the scale from the person next to her and started weighing it.
Lu Zhiye originally thought that the old lady didn't have much stuff in front of her, but who would have thought that the old lady would carry down six big bags from the cart behind her...
Lu Zhiye: …………
The old lady smiled proudly: "Young man, you want everything you said!"
Lu Zhiye sighed: "I have to see what the goods are like first!"
The old lady opened all her pockets and said: "I dry vegetables. They are famous in the surrounding area. These dried vegetables will not go bad even if you keep them for two or three years.
And these mushrooms, you'll make a lot of money if I give them to you at this price!"
Lu Zhiye: "I can't take so many away. Please help me send them to the outskirts and wait for my family to take them home."
The old lady waved her hand and said, "What's the big deal, Da Zhuang!"
A skinny young man ran over and asked, "What's wrong, mom?"
The old lady pointed at Lu Zhiye and said, "Send this young man outside."
Da Zhuang looked at the big bags with a puzzled look: "Do you want them all?"
Lu Zhiye shrugged: "Put them all on!"
"Come on, young man. There are eighty-two kilograms in total, so count them as eighty kilograms. That's seven dollars and twenty cents in total."
Lu Zhiye took out the money from his backpack and handed it over.
The old lady quickly grabbed the money, fearing that Lu Zhiye would go back on his word.
Da Zhuang pushed the cart and asked curiously, "How long will it take you to finish all these dried vegetables?"
Lu Zhiye said in a calm voice: "There are many people at home, and it won't go bad anyway, so just keep it!"
Da Zhuang pouted in distress: "My mother dries a lot of dried vegetables every year, and there is still a room full of dried vegetables in our house!
I eat it every day, and I am almost like dried vegetables after eating it. "
Lu Zhiye's eyes flashed. These dried vegetables were worthless to them, but to the people in the county, they could be sold for three cents.
If you go further, Lu Zhiye remembers that the mountain products here are more expensive than pork in the south.
And the person from the previous life is the one who is most interested in these.
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