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On the other hand, the Guo family.
Guo Aiguo's family steamed rice. The white and soft rice tasted soft, glutinous and fragrant, and it slid down his throat like nothing.
As soon as the rice was steamed, the aroma wafted out from the window, attracting the attention of neighbors who kept wondering whose rice was so fragrant.
Ms. Fang served rice to everyone with a smile. One third of the bowl was fragrant rice, which was topped with a layer of cooked sweet potatoes and a corn bun. Because of this layer of fragrant rice, the food standard rose sharply, and she let the whole family eat fine grains again!
The grains of this rice are full and slender, and are more fragrant and better than the high-quality rice sold in the supply and marketing cooperatives. It can be directly fed to children after being ground into rice paste, so Ms. Fang no longer has to worry about her children's lack of nutrition.
She was extremely grateful to the "Nicai Village Production Team" for meeting such kind people! Eating coarse grains every day was tolerable for adults, but how could children bear it? Both the husband and wife worked in the unit, doing leisurely work, unlike the heavy labor workers in the factory who received a lot of food subsidies every month.
Now if you go to the city's supply and marketing cooperative to buy 50 kilograms of fine grain, you may not even be able to buy it even if you peel off the skin. How can it be so convenient? I bought 50 kilograms in one go!
Although speculation is not a good thing, firstly, the prices are not sky-high and are actually lower than those on the black market. Secondly, their rice is fragrant and delicious. Ms. Fang and Guo Aiguo are eager to take out their savings and stock up several hundred kilograms of rice in one go.
In the past, they were the only ones who envied others, but now they had a big bag of fine grain, and no one needed to envy them. They kept this secret in their hearts, and these past few days they felt as sweet as if they had drunk honey.
After the last successful rice purchase, the couple would go to the alley every day after get off work to take a look. They put their money under the bricks, but unfortunately they never encountered such a good thing. However, the food at home was not eaten up, so they were not worried.
Guo Aiguo asked his wife: "If we still want to buy rice, how can we contact the production team next time? Some of my brothers have asked me several times and they also want to buy some rice."
Guo Aiguo was an honest man. Even after he had eaten his fill, he would look around and see that his brothers and sisters were all racking their brains for a little fine grain. Even though he was well fed and clothed, he still felt uneasy.
Ms. Fang slammed her husband harshly, "You didn't tell anyone about how we buy rice, did you?"
Guo Aiguo shook his head. "How dare I leak it? Wouldn't that be selling out the person?"
Ms. Fang breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her voice, "I don't know how to contact those farmers. They are very cautious. I can only buy food if they come to me. How about we go to that alley again and try our luck? We don't have too high hopes. There is famine everywhere now, and they don't have that much food to sell."
Guo Aiguo nodded, "That's great! If they are willing to sell food, they must be short of money. We are not short of money, but food. We can complement each other."
weekend.
Ms. Fang came to the old place. When she reached the end of the alley, she counted out ten big black tens, rolled them up and stuffed them under the blue bricks.
Su Ye had just returned from the dance hall and walked to the door of her house. Before the twenty kilograms of newly earned rice in her pocket had even warmed up, she received a message from her fans—Ms. Fang and her husband were here again!
Su Ye decisively took out a piece of paper from his bag and quickly wrote a few lines. After finishing, he rolled it up and stuffed it into the twenty kilograms of rice.
It would be a waste not to do business that comes to your doorstep. If you keep the grain, it won't produce seeds! Selling the grain can alleviate the pressure of famine to a certain extent.
When Ms. Fang turned into the alley again in the afternoon, she unexpectedly discovered that the money under the bricks was gone!
At two o'clock in the morning, she and her husband came to the alley excitedly to collect food, and they brought back another bag of food. But this time, there were only 20 kilograms of food. Guo Aiguo also found eight big black crosses and a piece of paper in the rice.
The note read in crooked handwriting: "I hope you won't resell the grain at a high price. If we find you doing this, we will no longer do business with you. Burn it after reading this."
After reading the note, Guo Aiguo felt a little amused.
They were thankful to God and the Buddhas for blessing them when they could buy food. How could they possibly sell it to make money? Besides, they were not the kind of people who were so poor that they only cared about making a little money.
Although the Guo family is not rich, they are well-known figures in the local area. Many of their family members are in politics, and except for him who has not made much progress, all of them are very promising.
After all, the time between their request for grain this time and last time was too short, so it was understandable that the farmers were worried that they would turn around and sell the grain.
Their rice is fine grain, and it is top-grade rice. Even if it is sold at a sky-high price of ten yuan, many people will buy it. But they only sell it for two yuan, which shows that these farmers are simple and law-abiding, and do not expect to make a lot of money through speculation. When Guo Aiguo saw this note, his favorable impression of them increased.
Doing business with such a person with a bottom line makes me feel at ease.
Guo Aiguo was afraid that the farmers would misunderstand him, so he became more serious after reading the note. He wrote a note solemnly and went out at night to put it under the bricks. To show his sincerity, he thought about it and took out a few bills from his pocket and pressed them down with bricks.
Soon, Su Ye received the note. On the paper, there were several lines of vigorous penmanship, straight and generous, totally unlike the handwriting that Su Ye deliberately wrote with his left hand to avoid suspicion.
It only said: "Sorry for the misunderstanding. Please rest assured that we are not that kind of people. We bought this food on behalf of our relatives and friends. Thank you! If you need it in the future, please let me know. I hope to continue to buy food from you in the future."
In addition to the paper slips, Su Ye also received a stack of tickets, including five grain tickets worth ten kilograms each, cake tickets, sugar tickets, oil tickets, and the most valuable cloth tickets, totaling ten chi, which was enough for Su Ye to make a set of clothes. This stack of tickets was indeed useful to Su Ye.
Polite, wealthy and reliable customers are what Su Ye lacks.
After reading it, Su Ye threw the note into the warehouse. This favor was worth doing and it might come in handy in the future.
She counted the money she had earned from selling grain, which totaled 295 yuan so far. This amount of money could buy a lot of things nowadays, including three watches, two bicycles, and a house.
But Su Ye frowned, three hundred yuan was still too little... Her productivity was too backward!
In this era when grain prices are skyrocketing, she only made this little money from selling grain, which was really unfair to her golden finger.
However, Su Ye thought about it and realized that she sold dozens of kilograms of grain at a low price to Qian Xiaohe. She was too conscientious and did not get rich!
Su Ye took out a pen, carefully reviewed the past few months, and summarized several methods that are conducive to food production. 1. Be nicer to the golden leeks. 2. In addition to teaching and educating people, there are various channels to earn food.
The productivity of food ≈ the impact (value) of labor? Su Ye drew a big question mark.
After having a delicious lunch, Su Ye went out to solve the problem of that group of young people.
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Guo's family. Guo Aiguo took out a few small portions from the 70 kilograms of rice. "This is for my eldest sister, this is for my parents, and for my brothers Qingguo and Jianguo."
"I almost forgot about Mao Gang. Bring five kilograms of rice to Mao Gang and his friends tomorrow. They are much more greedy than you."
Ms. Fang nodded. She was an only child, and although she had many cousins, Fang Xiulian was her only cousin. Whenever she had something delicious, she would always think of Fang Xiulian.
On the weekend, she carried five kilograms of rice to give to her younger sister.
When Fang Xiulian received five kilograms of premium fragrant rice, her eyes lit up with surprise, "Where did you get this rice, it smells so good! You can't buy rice this good on the black market!"
Fang Xiulian immediately cooked two taels of rice and made it into a thin and thick millet porridge.
Ms. Fang was not in a position to tell the truth to her cousin, so she just said, "I bought this rice from the countryside, it's not much, you should eat it quickly."
Fang Xiulian immediately counted out ten big black tens and handed them to her cousin. If this prodigal son's behavior were to happen in someone else's house, there would probably be a huge uproar. The 100 yuan was enough for the six people in her family to eat for a whole year.
"Sister Xiuhe, next time you meet a kind fellow villager like this, you must buy me a few kilograms."
The two sisters chatted about family matters for a while, and Fang Xiulian muttered, "People with connections can always buy food. Sister, you must take me with you."
"Someone with connections? Who else?" Ms. Fang asked sensitively.
Did those farmers sell their grain to others
Fang Xiulian said: "Of course, it's not as fragrant as the rice you sent, but I always see people eating rice every day and treating others to meals, and I envy them to death."
"Who?" Ms. Fang asked. Could it be that the farmers sold the grain to someone else
Fang Xiulian whispered, "Who else could it be? Yao Chunyu. She eats fine grains every day. I don't believe that this much grain was not bought from the black market. I wanted to buy a few kilograms from her, but she refused."
Ms. Fang said seriously, "Why do you care where they come from? Take care of yourself and stop asking so many questions."
Fang Xiulian shook her head in her heart, because she had never seen with her own eyes how wealthy Yao Chunyu was.
Once, Fang Xiulian ran into Yao Chunyu coming back from the suburbs. At that time, there were a few grains of rice on her shoes and in her rolled-up trouser legs. How stupid must one be to waste food like this
Yao Chunyu must have a lot of food.
Fang Xiulian said, "Okay, okay, I don't care. I just remembered to mention it to you. I wanted to ask her about it, but she was very tight-lipped and didn't say a word. Forget it, I didn't expect to rely on her to buy food. Now I have fine grain to eat."
She hugged her cousin affectionately, "Thank you, sister, for bringing me food!"
Yao Chunyu does have a lot of food, and she has been "selling" food recently, but not for making money, but for barter.
She had stockpiled these foods before the New Year, when the famine was not yet serious. Fortunately, they were not expensive at that time, so she saved a lot.
Food is her most important bargaining chip and she would not take it out easily. How could she possibly sell it to Fang Xiulian
Yao Chunyu wanted to use the food to create the most value within a year and a half. The famine could not continue forever. Half of it had passed, and Yao Chunyu had already exchanged it for some hard currency, such as gold. If the situation was not right, she could take her family overseas in time.
Overseas is such a free place, the living standard is more developed than in China, and there is no need to endure hunger and turmoil. In comparison, China is too chaotic... Yao Chunyu regretted it very much back then. In addition to regretting not holding on to Gu Xiangqian, he also occasionally regretted not immigrating overseas with his relatives.
Listening to the descriptions in their letters, she knew how rich and friendly the people in that land far away were, how advanced their technology was, and how comfortable and easy life was. If she were given another chance, she would definitely escape from this place.