Siheyuan: Survival Guide for Courtyard No. 95

When Gao Daquan saw that Zhao Shanhe had a solution, he immediately stopped crying and turned to joy.

"Really? Thank you so much, brother. You saved the lives of our entire village.

Don't worry, we rural people are most grateful for favors, and we will never forget whoever has helped us."

Zhao Shanhe patted the other person's shoulder. It didn't matter that the pat caused a layer of dust to float up. He quickly retracted his hand and said.

"Have you eaten enough? If not, I'll get you some more. If you have, we'll set off now and I'll find someone to get you some food."

Gao Daquan looked at the empty plate and didn't feel comfortable saying that he didn't eat well.

"We're done eating, let's go now, the villagers are in a hurry."

When Zhao Shanhe went out, he happened to meet Chen Xueru who had just returned. The other party also knew Gao Daquan, and seeing that he had lost a lot of weight, she hurriedly said.

"Brother Gao, why are you so thin?"

Zhao Shanhe didn't let Gao Daquan answer, but spoke to Chen Xueru.

"I'm taking Daquan out to do some work, so we won't be home for dinner. You and Hou Kui can just have a bite. There's everything in the back room."

After saying that, he took Gao Daquan and rushed to Yongding Gate.

When the two were almost at Yongding Gate, Gao Daquan spoke to Zhao Shanhe.

"Brother, you are not going to take me to Yongdingmen Pigeon Market, are you? I can't afford the food there."

Zhao Shanhe then remembered that Gao Daquan was also an old friend of his. They had met at the Xizhimen Pigeon Market. The other party must be very familiar with all the major pigeon markets in the city.

Speak out to comfort him.

“I will take you to see someone later. When we get there, just listen and don’t ask anything. Don’t say anything. I promise that I can deliver the food to the village by tomorrow morning at the latest.

As for the price, I stay in the city every day, don't I know it better than you? If you really want to buy food, you can't buy much even if you sell your village."

At the end of the 60s, the price of grain in Pigeon Market more than doubled. Corn flour, which was 8 cents at the grain station, was sold for one yuan in Pigeon Market, rice was 5 cents, and was sold for 2 yuan in Pigeon Market, and white flour was 3 cents, and was sold for 5 yuan in Pigeon Market. Don't bargain. If you don't want to buy, just go away.

Otherwise, why would the higher-ups want to deal with these people? It's because the speed at which they make money by reselling grain is too brutal and cruel.

Even this price is cheaper than the black market, so the black market was the hardest hit in the end.

Zhao Shanhe took Gao Daquan directly to find Qiao Laoliu. The old guy had completely changed in a year. He wore a bear-skin hat, a brand new big fur military coat, double suede boots on his feet, and a Shanghai brand watch on his hand.

If he stood in front of any big hotel in the city wearing this attire, people who didn't know him would think he was the son of some capitalist.

In addition, Zhao Shanhe has now reached a tacit understanding with that department. Although they do not send meat to the steel rolling mill, they have to send fish every week. The price has also risen to one yuan per catty, the same as the price of fish in Sijiu City, and they send several thousand catties at a time, so Sixth Brother really has no shortage of money. He also began to learn from Zhao Shanhe and switched to large and small yellow croakers.

Seeing Zhao Shanhe coming, Qiao Laoliu smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes and went to meet him.

"Brother, how come you have time to come to Sixth Brother's place today?

As the saying goes, it is better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. Someone just happened to send two bear paws over. I will find someone to make them for us so that we can have a taste of the feast that the old Buddha had in the past. "

Zhao Shanhe secretly said that it was not easy to survive these days, and stopped the other party from being polite.

"Sixth brother, I came to see you for something serious. I have some things that need to be delivered to Xiangfang Village overnight. I don't have time to spare, so I'll have to ask your people to make the trip."

What Zhao Shanhe said about not having time was indeed true. After the beginning of winter, the society became even more chaotic due to food shortages. There had been many thefts in the two areas from Nanluoguxiang to the steel rolling mill, and even more brutal cases were highway robberies. However, these people who went into battle with knives always solved their problems with a peanut.

Although a group of criminals were severely punished, people are capable of doing anything when they can no longer survive. This resulted in the Public Security Department changing its night duty from three days to two days.

Zhao Shanhe is a small deputy section chief of the Public Security Department. Although he has the lowest rank, he has to be on duty when it is his turn, which leaves him no time to go to Xiangfang Village.

(The night shift is at least a day and a night. Young people don’t know that the author can’t bear the tiredness anymore because he is old.)

"I don't think it's a big deal. I'll ask my men to help you. What do you want to send? Do you need some tricycles?"

Qiao Laoliu and Zhao Shanhe have been trading for a year and he knows that this brother has wild ways, but there are still some questions that he needs to clarify.

"Sweet potatoes and potato flour are not valuable, but there are a lot of them, so you really need to use some tricycles to transport them. As for the freight, just deduct it from the payment for the next batch of fish."

Qiao Laoliu chuckled.

"Only you, brother, dare to say that these things are worthless. As long as they are edible, there is nothing cheap in Pigeon City. Where did you put them? When can I bring people to pick them up?

And didn’t Xiangfang Village send anyone to lead the way? It’s dark in the night, don’t go astray.”

Zhao Shanhe didn't waste time either.

"Tell someone to come with me and fetch the stuff now. It's not far, just past the front door."

Speaking of this, I am referring to Gao Daquan who is mute.

"This is my good friend in Xiangfang Village. Just tell him to follow him."

Qiao Laoliu is worthy of being the biggest local boss in Yongdingmen Pigeon City. He asked his younger brothers to find people, and in more than ten minutes, seventeen or eighteen energetic young men showed up.

These people were dressed in the same way, and from the dark thick cotton-padded jackets they all wore, one could tell that they were all direct descendants of Qiao Laoliu.

Qiao Laoliu called out the leader and pointed at Zhao Shanhe and said.

"This is my brother, you can just call him Brother Zhao. He has some things to deliver to Xiangfang Village. You can take your tricycles and follow him to load the things and deliver them overnight.

Come back directly after delivering the goods, and then we can go back to Donglai."

Zhao Shanhe chuckled. Sixth brother was really not polite to him. Needless to say, he had to pay for the shipping and banquet expenses in the end. This could be considered as using his money to win over his younger brothers. However, he really didn't need these small amounts of money.

He can earn more than 10,000 yuan from Qiao Laoliu every month. Let alone Donglaishun, even if he goes to Sijiucheng Restaurant and orders random dishes, how much can he earn?

Zhao Shanhe led his men and the tricycle all the way to the yard that Pian Ye sold to Chen Xueru. When they arrived at the door, he asked them to wait for a while. He went inside to put the food away, and then asked the group to move things.

Seventeen or eighteen carts easily carried away 5000 kilograms of potato flour and 5000 sweet potatoes. Zhao Shanhe didn't care about the rest and let the guys and Gao Daquan go and head to Xiangfang Village overnight.

As for the price, Zhao Shanhe didn't even mention it. Gao Daquan could decide on his own how much to pay. If he had the money, he would give it. If not, forget it. Anyway, no matter how much money he asked for, the other party couldn't afford it now.