Looking at the things in his hands, he felt dissatisfied. After thinking for a while, he went back to the place where the guards were standing guard and asked them, "Does your boss have any new goods?"
The two sentries looked at each other and saw that the fish was indeed a big fish, not a cop, judging by the clothes and shoes he was wearing and the watch on his wrist.
The cop wasn't that young and rich. The two looked at each other, and one of them said, "Yes, I'll take you there."
There's a little distance.
It was in a seemingly abandoned mud house, which was quite large inside.
The younger brother who led the way knocked on the door and said, "Boss, someone wants to buy some fresh goods."
The door creaked open. The person who opened it looked familiar.
Song Songbai looked at him.
The two looked at each other.
It was Ge Qiuze who spoke first, "Comrade Song, you're here to buy something too. I'm here to buy something too. It's almost winter, and we're all short of things."
Song Songbai nodded out of courtesy but didn't expose his lie. His lying was really clumsy.
Ge Qiuze coughed, realizing the problem, and made way, "Then come in."
There are indeed a lot of things in it, including food and game.
And cloth.
Song Songbai's eyes lit up when he saw a piece of big red cloth.
"How much is this cloth?"
"No cloth coupons needed, 15 yuan. This is top-quality red cloth, enough to make two sets of clothes. No bargaining." Another sturdy man spoke inside.
It is expensive, but they stocked up on this batch of goods because they thought that the period after the busy farming season would be a good time for marriage.
People who are particular will buy it no matter what.
"Give me a piece."
"Gay, you're getting married. How about these 36 legs?" the sturdy man Cheng Fei was selling. "The quality is very good. The men who bought them for marriage all said that the women were very satisfied."
Song Songbai walked in and saw that the varnish was exactly the same as the one in his room now.
Typical craftsmanship of Uncle Li from the village.
Ge Qiuze coughed again and said, "Comrade Song is from our village too."
"Well," Cheng Fei paused for a moment, "then you have to take this double happiness ceramic basin, right? And also the red ceramic tea basin and red ceramic teacup. They all come in pairs, so festive. 20 for a set."
"Give me a set." It's nice to be in pairs.
"Do you want a quilt? A big, ten-pound quilt, all red, 20 too."
"Yes." Song Songbai nodded.
Cheng Fei became more and more excited, "And, we also have a radio."
Ge Qiuze went over and kicked him, "The radio is gone."
Oh, yes, it's gone. They took it apart and studied its structure.
"The radio is gone, comrade, do you need anything else?"
"Do you have a bicycle and a sewing machine?" Song Songbai asked. In fact, he didn't need a radio anymore. He had figured it out a few days ago and turned three broken radios into a good one.
"We don't have it now, but comrade, if you really want it, we can find a way for you." He did have a bicycle, but it belonged to his third brother. Why not steal it and sell it?
"That's not necessary." Let's wait for Fang to come over there.
"Is there anything girls like?"
"Yes, yes." Cheng Fei took out a box from the side. "Look, there are vanishing cream, Pechoin, headscarves, and hairpins."
Song Songbai saw the red headscarf at a glance and pointed at it, "This one,"
I picked out some hairpins that I thought looked nice and took two bottles of vanishing cream and Pechoin.
"58 yuan in total."
"Another roe deer." She likes to eat roe deer meat.
"This roe deer is fat. Even without the skin, it weighs thirty kilograms." Cheng Fei picked up the roe deer from the ground and handed it to him. "Take a look, it's twenty yuan each."
It's okay. Meat costs 50 cents per pound in the county, but you need a meat ticket. It's more expensive without a meat ticket.
"Yes." Song Songbai nodded and took out money from his pocket.
"Great!" Cheng Fei was feeling a bit guilty because it was the first time he met someone who refused to bargain. "Come on, let us help you pack."
It filled two sacks, including the soybean paste and cotton he had already bought.
Song Songbai was silent.
Going back seems a bit far.
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