Chapter 29 Supply and Marketing Cooperatives
early morning.
Zhao Yi rushed towards the mountain. This was the day he had agreed with the supply and marketing cooperative to deliver fish. Zhao Yi fried some loaches and took them with him. If the loaches could be sold, he would let his father-in-law and others do it.
There is no river there, so you can't catch any fish, but there are quite a few fields, and the water canal is led from Wangou Village.
"Comrade Zhao is here. How are the grains I told you about last time?"
Deng Min looked at Zhao Yi and asked.
Deng Min was the salesperson arranged by the supply and marketing cooperative to connect with Zhao Yi. The two met several times and became more familiar with each other as they chatted. Deng Min complained that there was not enough food at home and sometimes he could not get a chance to exchange for coarse grains.
Under the general environment, it is not only the rural areas that lack oil and water, but also the big cities.
Most families with many children could barely make ends meet with the limited food supply. Zhao Yi mentioned that there were coarse grains in the mountains, which mixed with cornmeal would not only make the food taste better but also help to resist hunger.
But it’s the same for all grown boys. They are in the period of growth and will get hungry if they eat more.
"I brought you some this time. Try it first. If you think it's okay, I'll send it to you at 0.5 cents per pound in the future. Just add 10 pounds of corn flour to the 10 pounds of grains."
Zhao Yi said with a smile, the coarse grains Zhao Yi mentioned are yam and chestnuts that are dried and ground into powder, added to corn flour to make steamed buns, or added to flour to make other things.
"OK."
Deng Min nodded. She didn't expect that Zhao Yi really took this matter to heart.
"This is fried loach, the method is relatively simple."
Zhao Yi also told Deng Min the method of making loach, and Deng Min would help promote it.
The four fish weighed a total of 20 kilograms, and Zhao Yi earned 6 yuan. Deng Min wanted to give money for the food and loaches, but Zhao Yi declined.
"Comrade Zhao, what can I say to you? Today, our supply and marketing cooperative is dealing with some goods. They are all for internal consumption and no receipts are required. The prices are also low. Just buy whatever you like."
Deng Min didn't know what to say when she saw Zhao Yi like this. Not wanting to take advantage of him, she had no choice but to take Zhao Yi to the storage room as well.
There aren't many things in the utility room, and almost all the products for internal consumption are placed on a table. You can just pick out whatever you want.
After looking for a while, Zhao Yi found nothing to buy. Cloth was not needed much nowadays. The cotton-padded jacket and cotton shoes were already made, and he also had a set of summer clothes. It would be too extravagant to make so many clothes.
"You are such a nagging kid. How about this? We won't let you suffer any loss. Take these scraps of cloth back and make shoes for you. We will give you 50 cents for each pair. You must make the stitches very tightly. Just follow these shoe patterns."
The director of the supply and marketing cooperative looked at Zhao Yi and smiled.
In fact, this kind of work is done by the workers in the supply and marketing cooperative, so they can earn more money. But with a salary of 36 yuan a month, how can these sales clerks have time to make shoes after work? Usually, when they buy clothes for their children, they wait for the supply and marketing cooperative to process them. If the clothes are too big, they take them back for alterations.
"As for the scraps of cloth, don't worry. The garment factory will send them to me every month. The quantity is not large, about 40 pairs at most."
Seeing that Zhao Yi took an interest in this matter, the director of the supply and marketing cooperative said a few more words.
Zhao Yi hurriedly handed the bottles of wine in his arms to the director of the supply and marketing cooperative.
These bottles were bought at the supply and marketing cooperative for one cent each, and they were capped with homemade wooden stoppers.
By the time Zhao Yi left, it was already lunchtime at the supply and marketing cooperative.
Deng Min didn't have the habit of eating alone, so she took the loaches that Zhao Yi brought to a state-owned restaurant and asked for help in processing them according to Zhao Yi's method.
After a while, he brought a large plate of fragrant braised loach to the rest room where we usually ate together.
"Xiao Min got rich today, so why are you treating everyone to such a good meal?"
The director of the supply and marketing cooperative joked with a smile.
"Where can I get rich? Comrade Zhao just gave this to us to try. If you think it's good, he'll make it and send it to you later."
Deng Min had not forgotten Zhao Yi either. He thought that one should be grateful to those who helped him, and that in this way, everyone in the supply and marketing cooperative would remember Zhao Yi well in the future.
"Then let's try it together. And the wine this kid mentioned is the same as soda. There's not much, just one glass per person."
The director of the supply and marketing cooperative also took out the wine that Zhao Yi had given her and poured a glass for everyone.
"The sour and sweet taste is really good, and the loach tastes especially good too."
Everyone couldn't help but give a thumbs-up while eating loaches and drinking wine.
"It's a pity that this guy doesn't become a chef. He is such a good cook. His wife will be very happy."
A group of salespeople burst into laughter.
"If my husband had a fallen soy sauce bottle and didn't know how to help, and his cooking skills were this good, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."
Zhao Yi had no idea what people at the supply and marketing cooperative were saying about him, and he hurried home as fast as he could.
With a monthly output of 40 pairs, Zhang Jing only needs to make 20 pairs, and the rest will be given to her mother-in-law Wang Kaihui to make. In this way, both families have a fixed income every month.
Zhao Yi hurried back home and finally got home before the sun set.
At this time, Zhang Jing had already prepared the meal.
"What is this, sir?"
Zhang Jing pointed at Zhao Yi's backpack and asked. There was a urea bag in the basket. The bag was bulging and it was difficult to see what was inside.
"These scraps of cloth were given to me by the supply and marketing cooperative. They said I could make shoes there for fifty cents a pair. I accepted the job when I heard about this good thing. If you don't do it, I'll give it to my mother-in-law to make."
Zhao Yi said after taking a bite of rice.
Hearing Zhao Yi say this, Zhang Jing knew what Zhao Yi was thinking. Having lived together for so long, she had already understood Zhao Yi's temper and work style to some extent.
He must want to do half of it himself and let his mother's family do the remaining half, so that everyone can make money.
"How could I not make them? They cost fifty cents a pair."
Zhang Jing nodded with a smile.
After dinner, Zhao Yi moved the things in the utility room to the middle of the yard. To make shoes, the soles needed to be pasted, and if they wanted to dry quickly, they had to be dried. Zhang Jing only had to laugh and cut the scraps of cloth into soles according to the shoe pattern, and Zhao Yi would help paste the soles layer by layer, and then put them in the utility room to slowly dry.
Zhang Jing cut out one copy of the shoe sample that Zhao Yi brought, and the remaining one had to be sent to Zhangjia Village.
"Can't the boss go tomorrow?"
Seeing Zhao Yi about to leave with half of the scraps of cloth on his back, Zhang Jing shouted hurriedly.
"I have other things to do tomorrow. I'll be back in a moment."
Zhao Yi said with a smile.
Zhangjia Village is not far from Wangou Village, and it only takes more than an hour to walk there. I have to get up early to go to work tomorrow, and if I am delayed, it will take until dark before the goods can be delivered.
Hearing Zhao Yi say this, Zhang Jing nodded, handed the flashlight to Zhao Yi, and watched Zhao Yi's figure disappear into the night at the gate of the courtyard.
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