Chapter 87 You Can Call Me Uncle
evening.
After Zhao Yi repaired the last radio that was delivered, he closed the door and walked back home.
"Brother Yi."
Zhang Jing saw Zhao Yi coming back and greeted him with a smile.
"I told you I would come back to take care of these things. You can have a good rest after get off work, or light the fireplace and start sewing on the sewing machine."
Zhao Yi quickly stepped forward and took over the cooking job.
"In the village, pregnant women who are about to give birth are all working in the fields, but you won't let me cook. This will spoil me."
Zhang Jing said with a pout.
"You said we were in the village. Now that we are in the city, you must listen to me."
Zhao Yi smiled, took the spatula from Zhang Jing and started cooking.
"By the way, Brother Yi, the workers next to us are very enthusiastic today. Some of them even helped cut the fabrics. I don't know why they are so enthusiastic."
Zhang Jing sat in front of the sewing machine and started making fake collars for the department store.
"What are you giving away? How can these things not make people jealous? Nowadays, even workers only get two taels of meat coupons a month, and only those in very difficult positions can get half a pound.
They want to have a good relationship with you so that they can get some of the benefits from you. Of course, this benefit will cost money. ”
Zhao Yi smiled.
Nowadays, the most scarce and most anticipated item is pork. As for other food, people just think they are unnecessary, not that they cannot afford it.
Zhang Jing nodded.
Since marrying Zhao Yi, Zhang Jing has been able to eat meat almost every few days, especially pheasant soup, which she can often drink.
Zhao Yi prepared dinner in a short while. After the two of them had dinner, Zhao Yi boiled hot water for washing and placed it next to the fireplace.
Waiting for Zhang Jing to make the fake collar, wash up and go to bed.
Not long after he fell asleep, there was a knock on Zhao Yi's door again.
Zhao Yi got up, put on his clothes and went to the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's my brother Yi. Brother Liu and I are here to bring you some charcoal."
Zhao Laowu's voice came.
Zhao Yi was a little confused.
The charcoal I have left is not much, why does it require two people to make a trip?
When I opened the door, I saw two people, covered in snow, walking into Zhao Yi's house with smiles on their faces.
Liu Qi was also holding a scale in his hand, and both of them had a sack of charcoal on their large backpacks.
"You two sent me some charcoal and even brought a scale to weigh it. Why do you plan to let me buy my own charcoal with my own money?"
Zhao Yi joked.
"Brother Yi, you are kidding me. How could we do such a thing? We got this from Qixingao. We didn't bring it on a scale last time, but we just trusted it and said it was 130 kilograms. What do you think if I don't bring it on a scale now?"
After the two men put the charcoal for Zhao Yi, they began to take out the pork.
"I have 63 kilograms in this basket. Three kilograms are for you and your sister-in-law. Oh, and this is the dried chicken that Uncle Shen gave you. He said he wanted to thank you for introducing someone there."
Zhao Laowu took out two dried chickens and handed them to Zhao Yi and said.
"It's not easy for you, Lao Wu. Just send one kilogram. Don't argue with me. It costs money there too."
Zhao Yi took the dried chicken and said.
"Listen to Brother Yi."
Zhao Laowu nodded.
"Brother Yi, I have 72 kilograms here. The extra two kilograms are for you and sister-in-law."
Liu Qi imitated Zhao Laowu's speech.
"Brother Liu, you are seven or eight years older than me."
Zhao Yi said with a smile.
Zhao Yi is twenty years old, Zhao Laowu is only nineteen years old, and Liu Qi is now twenty-eight years old.
"What's the big deal? Just consider it as a nickname."
Liu Qi waved his hand nonchalantly. He earned seven dollars for a trip, so he could call him Brother Yi or even Uncle Yi.
He earned thirty-seven yuan in two trips these days, although the previous trip took him seven days of suffering in the mountains, sleeping in the open air. The Zhao Yi in front of him was not Zhao Yi but the God of Wealth for himself and Zhao Laowu.
Zhao Yi was too lazy to argue with Liu Qi about who was the older brother.
"Brother Liu, just give me one pound like Lao Wu. Oh, I have a bottle of wine here. I don't usually drink much. You can take it back and drink it."
Zhao Yi took out the bottle of liquor that someone else had given him and handed it to the two men, and then handed them the money they had earned from selling pork.
Zhao Laowu's 62 jin of wild boar meat costs 50 cents per jin, a total of 31 yuan.
Liu Qi's 71 kilograms of wild boar meat cost 35.5 yuan.
The two of them happily took the money and carried their backpacks towards the mountains.
Originally, Zhao Laowu could do this kind of business alone, but he needed Liu Qi's help with some things. Instead of earning the money by himself, it would be better to have more helpers.
No matter how good the relationship between friends is, it is not as solid as being bound by interests and income. Everyone can get along with each other and make money together.
After the two left, Zhao Yi closed the door.
This time, Zhao Yi did not put the pork in the main room, but in the empty room. The weather now is better than that in the refrigerator, so the pork will not go bad easily.
"Did Lao Wu send pork again?"
The noise in the room naturally woke Zhang Jing up.
"Yes, I came here with Liu Qi."
Zhao Yi nodded in response.
"Boss, I want to ask you something. Don't the Zhao brothers have names? Why are they all called by their rank?"
Zhang Jing looked at Zhao Yi and asked.
"I don't know. I haven't heard him mention his name. That's what everyone in the village calls them."
Zhao Yi thought about it and it seemed that no one had ever called Lao Wu by his formal name.
Zhao Yi went to the black market at dawn.
"It's you again. What good stuff do you have today?"
The black market manager had traded with Zhao Yi once. The amount of wild boar meat sold by Zhao Yi was unusually large, so naturally he had a deep impression of Zhao Yi.
"One hundred and thirty pounds of pork."
Zhao Yi smiled.
"OK."
The black market manager smiled and followed Zhao Yi with a companion.
As they were talking, the three of them came to the place where Zhao Yi hid the pork, weighed it with a scale, picked out a piece of meat weighing about five pounds and handed it back to Zhao Yi. They had just agreed to sell it for only one hundred and thirty pounds.
"Here, here's one hundred and two dollars and seventy cents. If you need anything like this again, just come to me."
The black market manager smiled particularly happily.
Normally pork is only 90 cents per pound. From time to time they will get some from the slaughterhouse for internal consumption, and can only earn 0.11 cents per pound. Now the price of pork has increased. The New Year is approaching, and the price of pork on the black market has increased to 95 cents, and it will continue to rise in the future.
The slaughterhouse can only get a small amount of internal consumption, and customers like Zhao Yi are all big customers.
Zhao Yi was very happy. He earned a month's salary this time. He wondered if they would send meat this year.
After taking the five pounds of meat home and putting it away, Zhang Jing had already cooked the eggs. After breakfast, Zhao Yi sent Zhang Jing to the entrance of the garment factory, and then went back to the department store to work.
Zhao Yi had just heated up the charcoal in the stove and was preparing to drink tea and read happily.
"Master Zhao has picked up the things."
Xiao Wang from the Logistics Department came to the door of Zhao Yi's shop and shouted that every month the Logistics Department would pay wages and issue bills one day in advance.
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