Reborn in Changbai Mountain, I rely on my divine eyes to dig ginseng and hunt

Liu Xialian shook her head: "I have no merit or ability. I just contributed a little money. The village chief worked hard and devoted his heart and soul. That is the real contribution. Let the village chief reveal it."

The village chief smiled and said, "Money is the hard currency these days. Eighty thousand yuan is a huge sum of money. It's nothing for us to contribute a little. Hurry up."

Liu Xialian was still trying to be humble. The gongs and drums started beating and the firecrackers were lit. The director of the women's department gave Liu Xialian a push and said, "Don't waste time. Hurry up. We women hold up half the sky. Don't waste time like men."

Liu Xia Lian saw that there was no point in being humble any longer, so she reached out and uncovered the red silk on the monument of merit.

The yangko troupe got off the carriage one after another and began singing and dancing again.

Liu Xia Lian was surprised to find that a market had turned into a birch tree a mile west of her greenhouse. There was a steel and iron gate with a few large characters written on it: "Lijiatun Centennial Market, every fifth and tenth day of the month is a market."

There was a big market in Lijiatun during the Republic of China period, but it was stopped for several decades.

The village chief discussed with the town leaders and decided to take advantage of the opportunity of the road being repaired to start a big market.

The Lijiatun Market is quite a big deal. It not only sells brooms, dustpans and dung baskets, but also repairs horseshoes and trades livestock.

Because the amount of livestock transactions is huge, and in order to avoid the trading of large livestock of illegal origin, it is government-run.

The notary office was responsible for signing the documents, while Village Chief Li and several other people were market managers, responsible for checking the identity of the sellers and the source of the livestock. Of course, they did not work for nothing. The notarization of the contract required a notary fee, and the market required a management fee, but the money was not much, just a small amount, and the villagers could accept it.

Liu Xialian gave a thumbs up and praised: "Village Chief, you are really capable. Look, such a good market has been opened."

"I have reserved the most conspicuous stall for your mother and her friends, which is dedicated to selling mountain products. In the future, the mountain product business will grow bigger and bigger."

"Thank you very much, village chief."

"They're all family members, you're welcome."

Liu Xialian's mother is also a good business person. She has expanded her mountain products business. Now she mainly buys mushrooms, fungus, medicinal herbs, and pine nuts. She receives as much as 20,000 to 30,000 goods every month, especially seasonal pine nuts, which have become the mainstream.

As a high-end dried fruit, pine nuts are very expensive. The general price for vendors is RMB 1.2 per pound, and the retail price in the city is RMB 2.56. The reason why Liu Xialian's family buys so much is entirely because they have opened up the markets in Shenzhen and Gangcheng. The prices in the southern market are high and the sales are high.

Today is a lively day and it is estimated that it will not disperse until the evening.

Daya and Erya played for a while, got tired and hungry. Erya suggested: "Sister, there are all kinds of delicious food in the big market, how about we go there to eat?"

"Okay, let's go, the three of us will go together." Liu Xia Lian brought Daya and Erya to the market.

The huge market is well planned, with various sections for fresh vegetables, snacks, general merchandise, clothes, shoes and hats, etc.

Liu Xia Lian took Daya and Erya straight to the snack area. The first stall was selling candied haws. A long string of candied haws cost only 1.5 cents.

"Come on, boss, give me three skewers." Liu Xia Lian took out fifty cents and chose three skewers.

The vendor obviously didn't want to make change, as there were small strings of candied haws with yam beans on the side.

"For five cents, can I give you a bunch of candied haws with small yam beans?"

Without waiting for Liu Xia Lian to speak, Er Ya took it and looked at it: "It's made of yam beans. It's delicious. It's delicious."

"Give me ten more."

Yam beans are the fruits that grow on yam vines. They are called yam beans. They have a very soft texture and are quite delicious.

Daya and Erya followed Liu Xia Lian and continued walking forward with candied haws in their hands. There were many stalls selling goods, including stalls supported by bicycles, stalls with wheelbarrows, and stalls with carts pulled by donkeys.

There are all kinds of fried cakes, date cakes, large fried dough sticks, steamed dumplings, pan-fried dumplings, etc.

Liu Xia Lian sighed, saying that things are changing so fast. Last year, very few people dared to do business. Although there was reform and opening up at that time, many people were afraid and worried that those who ran small businesses would be forced to sift sand.

But this year, people's mindsets have changed, and all kinds of small businesses have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

After a while, Erya had at least five kinds of snacks in her arms.

There was actually a person in front who made aluminum pots from waste materials. He collected many aluminum cans, melted them at high temperature, poured them into molds, and turned them into aluminum pots.

"Honey, honey, linden honey." An old man in his sixties shouted loudly, his voice a little hoarse.

Erya had a steamed bun in her mouth and could hardly speak clearly, but she still said to Liu Xialian: "Sister, I want to eat honey."

"Okay, buy buy buy."

Bass tree honey is very recognizable. Sophora japonica honey is as clear as water, jujube flower honey is deep red, and basswood honey becomes like lard soon after it is collected.

The two-pound large glass bottle was filled with honey, which had solidified like lard.

"Uncle, how do you sell it?"

The old man pointed to his big bucket and said, "If you have a bucket or bottle, the price for honey is two yuan per catty. If you don't have a bottle, you have to buy a bottle. It's four yuan for two catties of honey, and two cents for a glass bottle, so the total is four yuan and twenty cents."

Liu Xia Lian has done some research on linden honey. Some time ago, she had been wanting to raise hundreds of groups of Northeast black bees from the blueberry garden. Later, because she went to the south, she was delayed and did not succeed. Now the bees have begun to hibernate for the winter, and it is not easy to buy bees.

"Uncle, I want six bottles. I want them to be given to others. They need to be in good bottles."

The total amount was twenty-five yuan and twenty cents, which was a twenty-cent discount.

The old man took the payment, his hands trembling a little, and opened the laundry bag on his body, revealing change inside.

"Thank you, thank you. This is my biggest gain this year." The old man was very grateful.

“Isn’t honey easy to sell?”

The old man shook his head helplessly: "It's expensive and hard to sell. The fake ones on the market are only a few cents per pound, and the real ones are two yuan."

Liu Xia Lian has deep feelings about this. Her own sour beans cost 60 cents per pound, but a lot of sour beans on the market cost only 30 or 40 cents per pound, and they are all pickled in pits.

"I remember there are a lot of beekeepers here. Isn't there someone buying them in bulk?"

"The southern merchants can buy at a price of RMB 1.20 or 1.30 per kilogram. If the local buyers can get 60 or 70 cents per kilogram, that's good. Most beekeepers move around a little, collecting rapeseed honey once and linden honey once. The rest of the time they have to feed sugar. The profit is too low. It's better to farm."

"Which village are you from, uncle? Take some time to visit your village. I am here to collect agricultural products."

The old man shook his head and said, "I am from Linshuwo Village, Duan Laoqi, I don't believe it. How can a farmer who collects agricultural products be so handsome?"

A local vendor nearby said, "Old Duan, this is our factory manager Liu Xialian who sells agricultural products. We receive tens of millions of kilograms of produce a year. You are going to be very successful."