North and South groceries

Luo Yong is 27 years old this year. Two years earlier, in the summer when he was 25, he had a sudden high fever that almost killed his life. After the high fever subsided, he found that he had a portable space. Concentrate on the red mole in the palm of your left hand to open up this space.

Grandma Luo had someone tell Luo Yong's fortune when she was a child, and she had done it several times. Regarding the red mole on his palm, the fortune tellers all agreed that it was a good mole, but who would have expected that it would be a portable space .

Since getting this portable space, Luo Yong's life has become more chic, and he quit his old job, just running around everywhere.Go to the countryside in the north, collect some farm products, and then go to the big cities in the south to set up a street stall. If the price is doubled, everyone is rushing to buy it. They say it's cheap, not only cheap, but also fresh and delicious.

Luo Yong now has a regular customer base, and he never sells things.Last autumn, he ordered a batch of beef and mutton from the Northwest. The cost was a bit high, and he was worried that it would not be so easy to sell. What happened? In two or three days, the beef and mutton that filled more than half of the space were sold. It was sold out, and someone who knew the goods would even carry tens of catties home. Luo Yong really made a lot of money.

The market has opened up, and Luo Yong is now more and more casual in buying farm products, accepting everything, as long as the price is right and the quality is decent.

Not only did he dump things from the north to the south, but when he went from the south to the north, the space was not empty. There were many factories in the south, and some factory orders and so on were brought to the small villages and towns in the north with less developed transportation. It's guaranteed to make money without losing money.

The last time I caught up with the graduation season, Luo Yong ran to a university town in a city in the south where he was at the time, and collected a lot of second-hand items and old books. Almost there.

Small household appliances such as lamps and electric fans are the best sellers, and cotton quilts are also sold well, but second-hand books are not very popular, and Luo Yong is not willing to sell them to waste collection stations. He is thinking about opening a second-hand bookstore , when the time comes to recruit a few more reliable employees, if you are close to the school, you can also recruit some student workers, and you don’t need that kind of facade in a particularly good location. Don’t pay too much money, you shouldn’t be able to lose money. He can also help collect some second-hand goods, and when the supply of goods on his side stabilizes, he can also open a fruit supermarket or something. Speaking of which, setting up a stall is not a long-term solution. Not to mention the hard work, and it is not economical.

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In November, a certain village in the north.

Luo Yong parked his pickup truck on the side of the road at the entrance of the village, and the villagers who got the news gathered here in groups of three or four.

"Xiao Luo, how much do you charge for potatoes here?" A fellow here picked up a load of potatoes.

"Eight cents." Eighty cents a catty is the market price, and door-to-door buyers may not be willing to pay eight cents, especially in remote mountainous areas like this. Luo Yong doesn't care. He is mainly here for mutton this time, and other things are incidental. Collect points.

"I am a good potato grown with farmyard manure. A few days ago, some guests from the city came to our house, and they were full of praise for the food. When they left, each of them carried more than ten catties on their backs." The potato seller was not in a hurry, he put his burden on the side of Luo Yong's small truck, and started chatting with him on the shoulder pole.

The northerners are very enthusiastic and talkative, and it's not the first time Luo Yong has come back to them. The young man is very straightforward, and the villagers in this area have a good impression of him.

"In a few months, you will have to cover the mountains with heavy snow, will the guests from the city come in?" Luo Yong said with a smile.

The guests in the city mentioned by this fellow refer to tourists. The local government here has also made a lot of efforts to develop the tourism industry, but the location is too far away, the traffic is not developed, and self-driving tours are okay. Backpackers It's not very suitable, so the traffic is also very limited.

This mountain road is winding and winding. It takes more than three hours to travel from their village to the town by car. Motorbikes can be a little better, otherwise, selling vegetables in the town once is not enough to pay the fare.

So people like Luo Yong who receive goods and sell goods are very popular. When he was in the village in front of him, someone called his relatives and friends here. Now that he just entered the village, there are a few legs. Hurry up, wait for him by the roadside at the head of the village.

"Yo, it's pretty fast."

"Old Liu, what's in your bag?"

"Tender corn on the cob, first show some to Boss Luo. If he says it's suitable, I'll go back and break the corn."

"It's the season, so you still have tender corn at home."

"There's not much left, and they're all sold out. In a few days, when the weather gets cold, the farmhouse in our village won't have much business."

"There's not much business without snow."

"That's better than nothing. It's good to make two or three thousand all year round."

"Our village is too remote."

A few villagers chattered over there, and here Luo Yong took the corn on the cob handed over by the fellow, peeled off the leaves and took a bite, it was sweet.

"Very good, how much do you plan to sell for a catty?" Luo Yong asked him.

"There are only a hundred or eighty left. If you want, you can sell them for one yuan per catty." The fellow said.

"Yes, I need another hundred catties of dry corn cobs." When Luo Yong was setting up a stall in the south, a regular customer always told him that if he could get this kind of local corn cobs from the farm, he would give it to her. Piggyback a bit.

The old lady also told him that the cornmeal sold in the market now is made of feed corn, which is not the same as what they ate in the village when they were young.

So that now every time Luo Yong sees corn mush at the breakfast shop, he thinks of the feed corn that the old lady told him...

"Then you'll finish your work in a while, why don't you drive to my house, go this way, and the first yard is." There are a lot of things, and it takes at least two trips to use a basket and a pole.

"Okay." Luo Yong said cheerfully.

Talking here, there are more and more people looking at the goods over there. Their village has five fairs, and there are three fairs every month, but the goods that come to the fair come and go. It is not as good as what Luo uses is fresh and diverse, and the price is still cheap.

"How much is this wok?"

"75."

"Cheaper?"

"This is stainless steel, auntie. It's made of good steel. It costs 75 yuan, and it can be used on induction cookers. If I hadn't just caught up with a batch of final orders from the factory, where could I get this price? There are not many bites, and every bite is less."

"77 ten."

"No way~"

"How much is this hair clip?"

"One yuan, there is a price on it."

"Boss, take the money."

"okay."

"..."

"Yo, you still sell mobile phones here."

"Last time I collected some from those graduates, but I forgot to take it out of the box and sell it. The functional phone is [-] and the smart phone is [-]. I have tried everything and it works. Choose what you want."

"Do you have a computer?"

"How many laptops do you want to buy?"

"My child said he wanted a computer, so you can take it out and show it to me."

"..."

"Xiao Luo, how do you sell this blanket?"

"20 yuan, you can choose whatever you want."

"..."

After an hour of bustling and bustling, the business in this village is almost done. Before leaving, I went to Lao Liu's house again to load the corn into the car, and then Lao Liu stuffed a few home-grown sweet potatoes give him.

Lao Liu kept telling him how sweet, glutinous and delicious his sweet potatoes were. Luo Yong knew that he was selling them, and guessed that he didn't have enough space to hold them, so he only wanted a few dozen catties.

The car was driving on the winding winding mountain road. It was about four o'clock in the afternoon. From here, it took about two hours to reach the village of Lao Li's family where he had negotiated with someone to buy mutton.

It didn't take long to drive forward, the sky began to darken, and there was a light rain again. After driving, the car broke down again. Luo Yong got out of the car to have a look. I took out my mobile phone and wanted to call Lao Li, and told him to pick it up on a motorcycle, but there was no signal.

Helpless, Luo Yong had no choice but to put all the goods in the car into the space, lock the door, and walk to Lao Li's house.

While walking, he was thinking in his heart, call a car repairman tomorrow, everyone will see his car is empty, probably think it was stolen, and don't think too much about it.After the car was repaired, he collected the mutton from Lao Li's house, and then went straight to the city, took a plane back to the south, and delivered the goods. Before December, he made another trip to the southwest.

The mountain road twists and turns, and the mountain wind carries the mountain rain, bringing bursts of coolness. The sky is getting darker and darker. The man on the road is getting farther and farther away, and slowly turns into a blurry figure. Far away, gradually blending into this piece of mountain wind and rain, disappearing without a trace...

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In a village not far ahead, Old Li made several phone calls that night, but he was still unable to get through. The person who promised to collect the mutton had not arrived, and his sheep did not dare to slaughter. , I was worried that something unexpected would happen to this business.

While he was worried about the deal, he was also worried about whether the other party had a car accident, so he called a few villagers early the next morning and walked along the road to look for him.

Finally, about an hour's drive away from their village, I found Luo Yong's car. The empty pickup truck was parked so alone on the side of the road. There was still some wet rainwater on the body. When I touched it, it was cold. , and Luo Yong and his groceries seemed to disappear out of thin air, never to be seen again.