The young man thought for a moment and pulled out a small bag from the sheepskin bag on his back. There was about a pound of milk lumps in it. He asked in broken Mandarin, "Duosi, how much can I get for this?"
(Dosi is the Khasa name for friends. I looked it up on Baidu. If I’m wrong, please leave a comment and tell me the correct answer!)
When Chu Tian heard him call Dos instead of Adasi, he knew that he was a Kazakh, not a Uyghur, so he pointed to the bag in his hand and then to the straw lid on the ground.
"Dos, do you need to replace the straw covers for these?"
(Adasi is the name used by Uyghurs to address friends.)
The Kazakh boy nodded and said, "Yes."
Chu Tian didn't know how milk lumps were sold in this era, but he knew that pure milk lumps were not cheap in later generations. At least one year he bought pure milk lumps handmade by the Kazakhs online. They were not made of milk powder at all, and it seemed that one pound cost about fifty or sixty yuan?
It's not cheap anyway...
At this time, Chu Min leaned close to Chu Tian's ear and whispered, "The milk lumps made by Hasa are usually sold to the supply and marketing cooperative for only a few cents per pound, and the supply and marketing cooperative sells them for about a little over one yuan per pound..."
What he didn't say was that most of the Khaza people who made a living by herding had never been to the supply and marketing cooperatives. They all bartered or were self-sufficient, so there were basically very few goods in the supply and marketing cooperatives.
Chu Tian was surprised, thinking that the supply and marketing cooperative was so unscrupulous? You know, ten kilograms of milk can only make one kilogram of milk lumps at most...
After pondering for a moment, Chu Tian asked tentatively, "One pound of milk lumps for fifteen straw lids?"
Actually, Chu Tian wanted to say ten, but he felt that was too mean, so he added five more. After all, it takes ten kilograms of milk to make one kilogram of milk lumps, and the straw mats made by Captain Sun, to put it bluntly, apart from the craftsmanship, wheat straw is worthless...
As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Weiguo beside him was stunned. He thought, those worthless straw lids made by his father, fifteen of them can be exchanged for a pound of milk lumps? What a joke! If it were him, a hundred of them wouldn't even be exchanged for a pound...
Just when everyone, no, everyone except Chu Min, thought that the Kazakh boy in front of them was going to refuse, unexpectedly his eyes lit up, and he immediately took out a small bag of milk lumps and handed it to Chu Tian.
"Duo Si, everything has changed..."
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Chu Tian looked at the Kazakh boy in front of him in disbelief, "All, all changed?"
The Kazakh boy nodded seriously and pointed at the lids of various sizes on the ground. "Change them all. Can I choose?"
Chu Tian took the milk pimple and nodded blankly, "Ah, pick, pick whatever you want..."
The Kazakh boy squatted down happily and started to choose carefully. After a while, he picked out thirty straw lids of different sizes. He nodded at Chu Tian and walked away with the straw lids in his arms without asking for help to tie them up.
Chu Tian took a while to react. He stuffed two bags of milk lumps weighing one pound each into Sun Weiguo's arms, patted his shoulder and said, "Even if you don't sell the remaining straw lids, it's still a good deal if you throw them all away..."
Chu Min and Chu Jie couldn't help laughing when they heard this, but Sun Weiguo was still staring at the two pockets of milk lumps in his hands with a dazed look on his face.
Chu Tian laughed and looked around, "Hey, where are our grandma and Xiujuan?"
Chu Jie heard this and said, "Ah, Jianjun took grandma and the others for a walk!"
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After a pause, Chu Tian looked at Chu Jie in disbelief, "What? Brother Jie, are you kidding me? Jianjun is just a man, taking a few old people, young children, and a pregnant woman out for a stroll?"
Chu Min laughed, "Little brother, don't be nervous. You know Jianjun, nothing will happen. Dazhu and Daya are here too. They can take care of Xinxin and grandma, and they hang around here."
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Chu Tian looked up at the sky in silence, wanting to say, Daya and Dazhu are only twelve or thirteen, and less than eleven respectively, they are still children, okay...
Sighing, Chu Tian patted Sun Weiguo on the shoulder and said, "Weiguo, why don't you sell it yourself? Let's go find them, take a look around, and then come back..."
Sun Weiguo nodded, "Brother Tian, you guys go."
Chu Tian, Chu Min and Chu Jie split into three groups to look for them. Chu Tian finally found Old Lady Chu and others in front of a stall selling handmade blankets made by a Uyghur girl.
"Grandma, what do you like?"
When Mrs. Chu heard the voice, she turned around and saw that it was Chu Tian. She pointed to a handmade carpet about 1.5 meters long and 80 to 90 meters wide on the ground.
"My dear grandson, look at this, it's so beautiful! I've never seen so many colors on one carpet, and the patterns are so beautiful..."
Yao Xiujuan nodded repeatedly, "Brother Tian, don't even mention grandma, I haven't seen it either... That girl said she made it herself, so amazing..."
"Yeah, that's amazing..."
Chu Lifang also looked at the beautiful Uyghur girl standing in the stall with admiration. She had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and her appearance was completely different from that of the Han people.
Chu Tian chuckled, "If you like it, just buy it."
Then he asked the shy Uyghur girl inside, "Girl, how do I exchange this? Or sell it?"
The girl replied in broken Mandarin, "Money! Tickets!"
"How much does it cost? Or what kind of ticket can I use to exchange it?"
Chu Tian raised his eyebrows and thought to himself, if you ask me to exchange something now, I don’t have anything to give you!
The girl turned around and asked a middle-aged Uyghur woman in Uyghur. After they discussed for a moment, they turned around and stretched out two fingers and two palms towards Chu Tian.
"Two dollars, or ten candy tickets."
Chu Tianxin thought it wasn't expensive. He thought it would cost at least five yuan! After all, a handmade item like this, all the colors of which were dyed with plants, and it was also so large, would cost at least 1,800 yuan after 40 years, right?
Chu Tian was about to say something when he saw from the corner of his eye that Daya and Xinxin were staring at the small hat worn by the Uyghur girl placed in the innermost part. After thinking for a while, they pointed at the small hat and asked.
"What about this? How much is it?"
The girl discussed again, turned around and looked at Chu Tian, and embarrassedly raised the five sign, "Fifty cents, two candy tickets."
Chu Tian nodded, took out two dollars and four candy coupons from his pocket and handed them to her, "I want both the carpet and the two hats."
The girl opened her eyes wide in surprise, then reacted and excitedly took the money from Chu Tian's hand, turned around and said something in Uyghur to the Uyghur aunt.
Chu Tian looked at the aunt with a look of surprise, and thought that people in this era were really easy to satisfy. As long as they could sell one thing, the whole family would be happy.
Unlike people in later generations, they never know what satisfaction is!
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