The Portable Farm in the Siheyuan

Old man Wu took it excitedly, and there were a lot of envious eyes around him. They could do this kind of thing for them. There was a box of hot rice, and two dishes, one meat and one vegetarian. It would be enough for an average adult. .

In this era, Mo Bin's actions are a bit outrageous. Whose family doesn't lack such food? The vast majority of families do not have this living condition.

Many brick-and-mortar experts say that for an urban family of four, including two adults and two children, ten yuan per month is enough for living expenses. Because rice is only 0.12 yuan per catty, ten yuan can buy 83 catties of rice. Of course You also need food stamps.

In fact, they haven't gone to the countryside yet. The cost in the countryside is even lower. Of course, it is more difficult for them to make money. They depend on the weather for food all year round. How much a centimeter is worth every day will only be known when the accounts are settled at the end of the year!

For example, the current situation is that the bread that used to be sold on the train for 2 cents each has stopped being sold. I wonder if there is a problem with the supply. Originally, the ticket was purchased first and then the meal was delivered, but now it has been changed to a direct transaction, but no one cares about it. How do you choose between rice and meat?

When Bingcheng got off the bus, Mo Bin helped look after the little boy. He only had a yellow canvas handbag, which he used for show. He took this opportunity to give Old Man Wu ten yuan change and twenty kilograms of Bingcheng grain. Tickets can only help so much, and even if it's for his son's lost arm, he feels it's worth it.

Under the dim lights of the train station, Mo Bin walked into the darkness with his handbag. He definitely didn't want to wait here until dawn. His destination was in the mountains, which was so far away!

The treasure here was placed in a natural cave in Shangzhi Heilong Mountain. The entrance of the cave was decorated similar to the one he found the two of them in. It was just that it was eighty or ninety kilometers away and he had to drive there.

I had just started driving, and snowflakes were flying under the lights. Unexpectedly, it started to snow heavily. Looking at the snowflakes falling on the glass, they were getting bigger and bigger. Fortunately, I had a jeep. It would have been miserable to drive a motorcycle. It was cold, freezing and... Danger.

When they almost reached the place, Mo Bin stopped, collected the car, and started walking into the mountain, wiping away the footprints behind him as he walked. The snow on the ground was already more than ten centimeters thick and was still falling.

When it was daylight, Mo Bin spent more than half an hour and finally found a place and entered the cave.

There are relatively few things here, there is only one and a half tons of gold, weapons and supplies are prepared by a company, there are not many antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and porcelain, and various banknotes are also missing by half.

But there are two kinds of things that are very abundant. One is boxes of pearls. This is the most famous pearl producing area in my country. There are as many as 80 jewelry boxes made of mahogany here.

The other type is also a box made of wood, but the shape is different. This number is larger, with 300 boxes of different sizes, all of which are precious Chinese medicinal materials, such as ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum, deer antlers, musk, etc.

In addition to these, the most common thing is quilts. Three hundred sets of cotton military uniforms and military quilts, all of which are new. Naturally, Mo Bin will not dislike it. At least the cotton inside is good, not to mention buying some paints and dyeing them in the space. Just make it blue.

This treasure cave has also been sealed, so there is no need to stay at all. That way there will only be bad things but no good things.

Now that he's in the mountains, he might as well take the opportunity to hunt. Today is January 1st, the 21th day of the twelfth lunar month in the lunar calendar. It's a severe cold. He feels confident that he already has plenty of time.

After spending a day and a night quickly sweeping away the big guys nearby, Mo Bin felt satisfied, drove his jeep, and set off towards the Ice City in the sky full of ice and snow.

After entering the city, he was not in a hurry at all. He drove around to shop. Once he bought something, he threw it into the car and put it into the space. Bingcheng was a big city, so what he bought was not outrageous, and he took a shot. Find another place.

While deliberately consuming local bills, he inquired about the local black market. Now that he is here, it would be a bad idea not to check it out. He also takes out the things inside and replaces them with gold, jewelry and jade, even if they are cultural relics that he doesn't know much about. It's better than changing it into money.

He now has more than 10,000 "legal" income, all from the sales of prey, not counting the settlement with the steel rolling mill. That is even more exaggerated. What is the use of so much money! I can only frequent cultural relics shops and consignment shops.

When I go back, I have to find Director Wang and ask her if there are any yards that are sold legally, which can help her complete her performance and help the country pay off its debts. He can also legally and legally own a yard again, but can't he lend it to others?

In the early morning of the next day, Mo Bin drove a motorcycle tricycle near the crossing and drove towards the riverside.

Two people suddenly appeared from behind the big tree in front of them, blocking the way. "What are you doing?" The big man asked bravely with his face covered.

"The meat seller, let's get four big fat pigs to explore the road first." Mo Bin said deliberately.

"Four big fat pigs? Real or fake?" The big man was shocked. This is outrageous. The Chinese New Year is coming soon. Who doesn't want fat pork!

"You will find out if you come here and see if you can eat it and save me a little bit by selling it." Mo Bin got out of the car and said, deliberately tempting him, he must be a member of the black market organizer.

He didn't want to take advantage of others. He could give them some benefits and get what he wanted, so why not do it. It would be embarrassing if they had other ideas.

"So big...so fat..." The big man stretched his head and saw, what a big fat pig!

"The big cow is guarding here! I will take you to see our Sixth Master. Not to mention four, forty is not a problem." Another thin man suddenly said.

"Okay, lead the way." Mo Bin chuckled inwardly, not afraid of going to your lair.

After walking around for a few minutes, we arrived at the entrance of a large yard, which turned out to be the large warehouse of the dock. In this weather, the dock was completely useless. It was useless for at least three months a year, and the river had long been frozen.

Mr. Liu was a little old man in his fifties, wearing a leather hat and a goatee. He looked at the four oversized fat pigs and was very satisfied: "Make a price, I'll take them all."

"Sixth Master, right? The price is two yuan per pound, but I don't want banknotes, I want gold. If you can still afford it, I can also help you send a few carts of goodies." Mo Bin smiled. Speaking of which, the price gives them an advantage.

"This man is open-minded. The sixth man cannot be ignorant. As long as you deliver the goods and the price is right, we will trade yellow croakers and we can eat as much as we want." Mr. Liu said proudly. He also has his own wisdom. This man has a lot of wisdom. It's not that simple. Someone who can pull a big fat pig on a motorcycle must have strong heels, so don't mess with him.

What's more, he took advantage of it. Such a fat pig made him a lot of money. The price was easy to talk about. The key was that he could make friends with a few big shots this time.

"Would you like white flour and soybean oil? And seafood and big fish, what price would you give me?" Mo Bin continued.

"Master, are you telling the truth? Are you joking with Lao Liu? These things are in short supply. Of course we need them. How much is it?" Lao Liu is also serious. This man has a lot of energy.

"Of course I'm serious. It's such a cold day that I will come here to fight with you! Each kind is about three or four tons. If you don't have enough gold, you can also trade it with jewelry and jade. How about it?" Mo Bin didn't. Said angrily.

Mr. Liu didn't get angry, but smiled happily. Is this right? The more capable and well-backed a person is, the bigger his temper will be. How could he be polite to an old man from the black market?

Mo Bin didn't know what he was thinking, and he only had some guesses. Otherwise, he would definitely call him a bitch. If you are polite to you, you are afraid of setting up a trap, so it is normal to scold you. Isn't this a bitch!

On a scale, after removing the internal organs, the big pig still weighs 1100 kilograms with its head and hooves. You can imagine how fat it is.

Gold is also traded at market prices, and it is certainly impossible to buy it back at the bank's two-yuan price. A large yellow croaker here costs 1300 yuan, which is more than double the price, but it is still relatively fair.

Mo Bin didn't ask him to give him money. Instead, he took out four hundred yuan and asked for two large yellow croakers. He had a lot of money, so he might as well ask for the large yellow croakers.