Great Power Army Reclamation

"Do you call this the prosperity of the country through industry?" the old man asked. Ye Yuze nodded hurriedly, "The old man is wise."

The old man pointed at Ye Yuze and said: "Wang Beard, don't underestimate this little kid, he has great ideas. This world will eventually be theirs.

At this time, Wu Tianming left and was stunned for a moment when he saw two people. Wang Honghua called "Dad". Ye Yuze was about to call Old Wu, but looking at the two old people on the sofa, he honestly called "Uncle Wu."

Wu Tianming agreed, and then Grandpa Wang waved his hand and told them to go out. They still had business to discuss. The old man seemed to be deeply impressed by Ye Yuze, so he asked Wu Tianming about Ye Yuze.

Wu Tianming told everything he knew, even about the carriage. The old man picked up a pen and paper and wrote the words Ye Yuze. hang out

This inspection was mainly about the issue of whether the Corps should be restored. The last investigation team had reported the situation truthfully. This time the two elderly people came to see for themselves. After all, seeking truth from facts is a fine tradition.

However, things are naturally not that simple. There are always some different voices inside, and these also need to be coordinated.

Ye Yuze and Wang Honghua left the guest house directly and started wandering on the street. However, because it is a city built by the Corps, the various buildings are not much different from those in the mainland. The two of them were very interested in those big companies. In front of every company's brand are the two characters "August 1st".

Maybe it's these two words that give Ye Yuze and Wang Honghua a sense of belonging. This is their own factory, our factory.

In two days, Grandpa Wang will return, and his work is quite heavy. The old man went to Gansu for inspection. Ye Yuze and Wang Honghua followed Grandpa Wang back to the capital.

Wang Honghua went to class the next day, while Ye Yuze wandered around the street without any problems. His favorite place was the pigeon market, where everything was sold. At this time, he still had more than a thousand yuan that his brother-in-law gave him, and he basically didn't spend much on this trip back.

When he left, he took a look around and became very interested in the various tickets. That era was still the era of planned economy, and people needed tickets to buy all kinds of things.

Food stamps, cloth stamps, food stamps, bicycle stamps, and even match stamps. Ye Yuze squatted in front of a stall full of tickets and watched with interest.

The stall owner is a young man with long hair, which was even permed into the shape of a chicken coop. It was popular at that time and was called the "explosion style." He was wearing a three-color nylon shirt on the upper body and a brown horn on the lower body. trousers, the trouser legs are a foot wide.

His business is not doing well, perhaps because of his dress, market visitors are a little put off. Seeing a child squatting in front of the stall just looking at what to buy, the young man was a little impatient.

"Do you want to buy it or not? If you don't buy it, don't touch it. If it gets damaged, you can't afford to pay for it!"

Ye Yuze didn't say anything. He took out a dozen dollars and waved it in front of the young man's eyes before pretending again. The young man's eyes lit up, and he squatted down and asked patiently: "Kid, what do you want to buy?"

Ye Yuze pointed to a TV ticket: "Can I buy a TV if I buy this? Where can I buy it?"

"Wangfujing Building! As long as you have this ticket, you can buy it by queuing up." The young man vowed, patting his chest.

Ye Yuze naturally heard the flaw in the young man's words and asked. : “How long will the queue last?”

The young man's expression was stagnant, but he quickly recovered: "You go there at three o'clock in the middle of the night. There are probably more than a hundred TV sets in the building every day. If you go there late, you won't be able to buy it even if you queue up."

Ye Yuze pointed to the bicycle ticket again: "Is this also okay?"

The young man immediately cheered up: "You don't have to get up so early for this, and it's available in many stores in the capital. Considering your age, I'll give it to you for twenty yuan."

Having said this, the young man looked around, leaned into Ye Yuze's ear and said, "Why don't you treat me to dinner before the stall closes, and I'll take you to buy it directly without queuing up."

Ye Yuze didn't waste any time and took out twenty yuan and gave it to him. Mainly because he wanted to buy one for Wang Honghua. This is a necessity.

The young man is very happy that it finally opened today. In fact, he received this ticket for eighteen yuan, making a net profit of two yuan, which was great for him. At that time, the purchase value of two yuan was still considerable.

The young man had just loaded up the money, and then his expression changed. He quickly rolled up the cloth on the ground, and all kinds of tickets were also rolled up in it.

He stuffed his things into the satchel on his chest, quickly pushed up the bicycle next to him, and said to Ye Yuze, "Get on the bike." Then he got on the bike and headed into the alley.

Ye Yuze was a little confused, jumped on the back seat of the bicycle, and was led away by the young man. However, before they had gone far, Ye Yuze saw a group of people with red armbands starting to walk in, and the vendors started running with their things.

Only then did he realize that it was the people in charge of comprehensive management who had begun to enforce the law. After all, this kind of market was not allowed at the time. This is a matter of policy.

Ye Yuze was a little puzzled: "With such a big market, can't they see it? It won't be long before they let it go?"

The young man smiled and said, "People have to live their lives, right? Many things happen by turning a blind eye. If we were so serious, people would still be hungry. Just be smart when setting up stalls."

Ye Yuze finally understood that although some things were not allowed, the reality was that they were indeed necessary. For example, some families have a large population and many children and cannot eat enough food, such as rice, flour, grains and oils, while some families have many elderly people and cannot eat enough. If things like this are arranged in the market, everyone will get what they need.

The higher authorities will not deliberately take care of such things, but once this kind of market is formed, it will breed a group of people who take advantage of it to make profits. This kind of thing will definitely be cracked down on. Therefore, management agencies will conduct raids from time to time. Of course, if searched, the entire market would not be legal.

"Are there many markets like this in Beijing?" The young man counted them in his mind and nodded: "There are about a dozen large and small. But ours is a relatively big one."

The young man took Ye Yuze directly to a fly restaurant. What is sold here is Beijing snacks, such as roasted pork belly and stir-fried liver. It costs about 50 cents per person to eat enough, and no food stamps are required.

Ye Yuze asked about the price and waved his hand generously: "Eat as hard as you can, I don't care how much you eat!"

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In addition, I am very sorry that some people have passed away because of Yinhua's misfortune. In fact, I am more sad than you. It's just that life is like this. We won't grow without experiencing suffering.