Sheng Zhiyuan almost laughed. Heng Ge's business talent was much higher than his. Although he didn't have his mind on this and had left many years ago, it was certain that even if the Sheng family was now in decline, he would never be short of money, no matter who else was.
At the same time, he is a person who hates trouble. It was already a surprise that he was able to take care of his daughter. He could almost imagine the look on Heng's face when he tried to avoid her.
While discussing serious matters, Jian Dan can still manage to slip in a casual gossip.
"How many years apart are you and your brother? We all call him Uncle."
However, I find it a little difficult to call you by your face.
Sheng Zhiyuan laughed heartily.
"He is hardworking and looks old."
I haven't seen much sunlight in the past few years, but I've recovered.
However, since we're friends despite the age difference, let's ignore them and just call each other whatever we want.
A simple, perfunctory nod.
"Alright, but you should take these things seriously and find time to get rid of them as soon as possible."
"I have to take care of your children and look after your belongings, so you'd better pay me. I don't work for free."
Jian Dan loves money, but from beginning to end, he never intended to take Sheng Zhiyuan's things for himself.
Moreover, she felt that she had always been a nuisance and wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible.
After seeing everyone off, the few people finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Liu Weimin was eager to go back and check the money from the sale. Lin Dongfang and Mingzhu also took their tired son home. Jian Dan, ignoring the increasingly heavy snow, pulled the two children and ran into the house.
"Hurry up and go inside, it's too cold."
"Sister, is he really Xin Xin's father? Why would he send Xin Xin to you if he's perfectly fine?"
Besides, didn't you all say before that Xin Xin's father was no longer alive?
As soon as he entered the room, Cheng Rui started chattering away, asking questions nonstop. He seemed determined to get all those questions out, so much so that Cheng An glanced at him several times, then gave him a helpless pout.
"Brother, don't you think you're exactly the same as those people in the village who gossip about this and that all day long under the big tree?"
The two children immediately started playing wildly together. Cheng An's wound was healing well, and Cheng Rui, being sensible, didn't interfere but instead went to look through the remaining mutton.
I just gave each of them a piece of mutton, and with Sheng Zhiyuan's encouragement, Secretary Lin didn't refuse too much.
Fang Ping, on the other hand, took the sheep's head, which he was already quite proud of, feeling embarrassed. He said that his father loved it, but pork had been in short supply for the past few years, and mutton was nowhere to be found, let alone a sheep's head.
Since we've finally run into each other, saving face doesn't matter anymore.
Despite being in contact for so long, Zhu Yan had never asked for anything. He wasn't exactly heartfelt, but he wasn't stingy either. She was simple, natural, and generous. She even packed up the four sheep hooves and gave them to him, which made Fang Ping so happy that he couldn't stop smiling for a long time after getting in the car.
This made Zhu Yan blush deeply, feeling quite embarrassed.
Back in the village, Liu Weimin was in a hurry to go to the village office to see today's results, so he didn't take the money away. Instead, he picked out a piece weighing five or six pounds, put it in a small basket, and asked Cheng Rui to deliver it directly to his home.
The sheep weighed about 100-200 jin. After we ate it for them, there were still a few pieces left, weighing about 30-40 jin. We simply put them in the backyard to freeze, thinking we could save them for Cheng Chao and the others to have another meal together.
Liu Weimin rushed to the village office. There were still many villagers gathered outside. They weren't afraid of the cold and didn't make a fuss. They knew the car had left and were now quietly waiting to get their share of the money.
However, in an era when rice only cost a little over one cent per kilogram, it's easy to imagine what price those mountain products could fetch.
Before Fang Ping and his group arrived, they had naturally investigated the situation in the capital. Prices here were much lower than in the capital. Although the capital was not as exaggerated as "prices are high but there is no market", things like mushrooms, whether they are monkey head mushrooms, or shiitake mushrooms, hazel mushrooms, oyster mushrooms, yellow mushrooms, white mushrooms, or the relatively rare matsutake mushrooms, are all very popular, after all, they are serious dishes.
Chestnuts are alright too; they can fill your stomach.
However, people know that hazelnuts, walnuts, and pine nuts are good things, but ordinary people are reluctant to buy them as snacks. It is some people who make pastries who are more willing to spend money on them.
Then there are the live animals in the mountains of Northeast China. Not to mention the prey, whether it's wild goats, gazelles, wild boars, pheasants, rabbits, or the deer we ate today, they are all freshly killed. The distance is too far, so it's really unrealistic to say that they can be caught frequently. If it's summer, they would spoil in less than two days, but they might only reach Beijing in these two days.
However, if it's available this season, it's acceptable, since it's meat and everyone likes it.
Ultimately, the deal has been agreed upon, but nobody knows how many times it will actually be traded.
After all, the produce on the mountain is limited and subject to seasonal restrictions. For example, now, almost all of the more than 80 households in the village have sold most of the mountain produce they harvested this autumn. Obviously, if there is a second round of transactions, the village can't count on much, and they will have to rely more on other villages in the commune.
But unlike vegetables, this isn't something that can grow in batches.
The mountain is only so big, and the area where the villagers can move around is also so big. At most, the villagers will be motivated to earn money and will be more dedicated to harvesting the mountain next year.
"How did it go? How many did you sell?"
Liu Aiguo pushed the ledger forward.
Look!
Liu Weimin didn't take it. Judging from the joy on his face, he knew it was good. He was no longer in a hurry, sat down, poured himself a teacup of water, and gulped it down.
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