Back To Eighty

Lankeng Village is poor, and they don't even own the house.

But they both help each other to live, and after getting along for a few years, their relationship is closer than that of their relatives.

It is precisely because there is no relatives, this kind of relationship is more rare, why do you often say that distant relatives are inferior to close neighbors?

Just as he was about to turn a corner, Shen Maoshi glanced sideways, and the village was full of smoke, full of life.

Like their business! Vibrant!

Lankeng Village is a bit far from the city, and it takes a long time to walk.

Although I was driving a tractor, it was not fast.

When they got to the black market, Lu Huaian was already waiting in the alley.

Sun Hua jumped out of the car and was startled when he saw the cigarette butts on the ground: "Brother Lu, are you here so early?"

"Well." Lu Huai'an stood up and glanced at the trailer.

Although he had expected it, he was still a little shocked when he saw so many things.

"This..." He turned his head to look at Shen Maoshi, a little speechless: "I asked you to help them bring something to sell, not to let you move their house here."

Shen Maoshi was also quite helpless, and shook his head: "I persuaded them, but they insisted that they all want to sell."

Things are also in pieces, everything is there.

Sun Hua held up the cloth bag he held in his hand the whole time, and showed it to Lu Huai'an: "It's all eggs, they put some bran, it's not bad."

"Well, eggs are easy to sell, no hurry."

Although the villagers were anxious, it was obvious that they were used to selling things to others and had experience.

Rice is placed at the bottom and inside, and then other things. Vegetables are placed at the top and are very tender.

Shen Maoshi saw that there was water above, and was quite emotional: "They just went to the field to pick it, but it's fresh."

These vegetables are all for sale.

They are reluctant to eat it themselves, but unfortunately the land is not fat enough, and the people who come to harvest the vegetables have to scrape a layer, no matter how good the crops are, they can only make ends meet.

The villagers are not local people. They have no fields and no land. If Song Bo is willing to give them some land to grow, I am afraid that they will not have this meager income.

"Are there a lot of vegetables?" Lu Huai'an looked at them and found that they were indeed quite fresh.

"many!"

Although there are not many in each family, there are still quite a lot of them together!

Lu Huai'an thought about it and put the vegetables aside: "The vegetables will be sold later, so bring in the rice."

Don't sell eggs or vegetables?

I don't understand what he was thinking, but they suffered losses first. Neither Shen Maoshi nor Sun Hua questioned his decision, and silently started to move things.

The villagers are quite simple, and all they bring out are good things.

"This rice, look at it!" He inserted his hand into the rice bag and arched it out. Bai Huahua's hand said, "Not a single grain of sand!"

Although it is not white enough, and the grains are not exactly the same size, it is already the best rice.

"This insole, look at Qiu, the thread is dense, but it's all picked stitch by stitch."

"Oh this, this is a made-up basket, yes, the quality is very good!"

The price is fair and the stuff is good.

Although they are all bits and pieces except for rice, these days, they are all selling bits and pieces.

If it was really going to be bundled into bundles, people wouldn't necessarily dare to buy it.

The price that Lu Huaian shouted was not too expensive, so the sale went quite smoothly.

He took a small book, and he remembered everything he sold.

"Brother Lu, your writing is good." Sun Hua quickly collected the money and glanced at him from time to time: "Hey, my writing is like a dog crawling."

Not knowing what he meant by this, Lu Huai'an hummed.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Sun Hua glanced at him several times, and said in a frustrating tone, "Well, if you have time to teach me how to write two characters!"

Yo, this is rare.

Lu Huaian raised his eyebrows and said happily, "Okay!"

Anyway, he didn't know who these things belonged to, so he just wrote them down.

Such as [insoles, five pairs, one dollar], write down without pause.

After clearing these things, there were only two old hens, three baskets of vegetables, and eggs left on the trailer.

Taking a look, Shen Maoshi had a headache: "Brother An, how are you going to fix this?"

He had seen them all just now, and there were some people who sold vegetables, but none of them were as green or so tender as they were, and they sold them fast.

The sun is out now, the vegetables can't stand it, and if they don't sell, they'll be gone, so how can they be sold at such a high price?

"Go, go to the general mall."

This is a black market, a little distance from the general shopping mall.

Originally thought he was going to give it to the manager of the general shopping mall for a relationship, but Lu Huaian asked him to park the tractor in front of the breakfast shop.

"Let's go, have breakfast."

Both Shen Maoshi and Sun Hua were dumbfounded: "We've eaten it!"

"Eat some, too." Lu Huai'an sighed and said angrily, "Selling vegetables, you thought you were really here to eat."

? ? ?

Please be clear, they really don't understand what this is doing.

"Boss, come three bowls of Yangchun noodles."

As soon as the noodles came up, they were hot and fragrant!

The key point is that in each bowl, there is also a golden egg, which makes the index finger move!

"I've eaten..." Shen Maoshi struggled for two seconds before burying his head and eating hard: "I did something just now, and I'm tired!"

Sun Hua? He's almost finished eating.

Only Lu Huai'an, who was still restless after eating noodles, took advantage of the opportunity of the boss kneading the noodles to chat with him in various ways.

"Where are you going? Oh, I'm delivering food to the state-run restaurant in front!"

The boss glanced at him in surprise, and said, "A state-run hotel?"

"Yeah." Lu Huai'an ate the eggs without changing his face, and said lightly, "The vegetables just collected from the ground are tender and fresh. They like this."

No, the boss grinned: "We like it too, right, Lao Yang."

A noodle eater next to him also laughed and shook his head: "No, I like tender ones the most."

Having said that, he really leaned over to take a look.

It didn't matter if he looked at it, he turned it over twice, and he really moved.

On weekdays, there are also old farmers who carry vegetables to sell. He has also bought a lot of them, but they were all bought and sold in the black market, so there is no such freshness.

Even the vegetables he got up early and went to the market to buy didn't feel as fresh.

In the end, are they going to supply state-run hotels?

He returned to the store with a heavy heart. Lu Huai'an and the boss were talking about eggs.

"Hey, I actually feel that I have confiscated a lot of these eggs, but they didn't want them, they said that I recycle too much~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Alas, I still have to measure them when I look back."

The boss was quite cooperative, and he just said, "You still have eggs? Then you have a wide range of income."

"That's not right." Lu Huai'an snorted the soup and smacked his lips: "This old hen too, I gave ten hens earlier, and now I only have two, they don't want them anymore, alas!"

When Lao Yang heard it, his heart was itching, and he didn't even want to eat the noodles. When Lu Huai'an finished eating, he immediately came over and asked, "What's your surname, little brother?"

"My surname is Lu."

"Ah, Brother Lu, that's right, look at me, I actually opened a restaurant, ah, of course it's not as good as a state-run restaurant, but I also opened a small restaurant, I think your food is good, just now you said this old hen they are No, if you don't want it, will you give it to me?"

Afraid that Lu Huaian would not believe him, he even pulled the noodle shop owner: "I really run a restaurant, old man, tell me!"

Looking at it on the bright side, Lu Huai'an finally believed it. He was even forced to give him a basket of vegetables.

The old hen also kept one. Seeing that his eggs were really good, the noodle shop owner also bought a bag.

When he came out after eating the noodles, Shen Maoshi was in awe of Lu Huai'an: "Brother An, you are too amazing!"

Not only did he sell vegetables, but he also made an appointment to send more vegetables to him in the future.

Lu Huaian hummed: "Go ahead, turn around, turn left ahead, and there is a restaurant."

"Hey, Brother Lu, you are amazing!" Sun Hua was a little curious: "How did you find out that he is a restaurant owner?"

I didn't think about it before, but now that I think about it, it's going straight to people!

Could it be that Lu Huai'an will make calculations? It depends on how accurate people are!

Lu Huai'an gave him a calm look: "I ate at his shop last time."

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