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Little beautiful in the sixties Chapter 14

Little beautiful in the sixties Chapter 14

Feng Hua reluctantly bid farewell to Fang Yuan.

But I will cheer up in a while, and it will be a long time in Japan. In the future, there will be some time to get along well, so let’s solve the current problem first.

On the bus, she kept thinking, how to make money? It’s really hard to walk without money, and you have to evade fares by car…This embarrassing feeling is gone for decades.

And her only way to make money now is to rely on space, but she has to carefully consider how to operate it. She also knows that her current image is too much like a fat sheep.

The white and tender little fat sheep, and then take out the precious grain and sell it, it is almost dead.

But it has to be done, Feng Hua squinted his eyes, planning quickly in his mind. While thinking about it, he left the train station, left the range of light, found a dark corner, and stepped into the space.

She intends to sell corn.

Selling vegetables is not good. Although there are a lot of plants in the space, it is not the season for vegetables to come down.

Although there were also large sheds at this time, that thing was too precious. A “vegetable society” that specializes in growing vegetables only had one or two large sheds.

Selling greenhouse vegetables is the same as selling bombs. It is not safe. Still the food that can be seen everywhere is reliable.

And she only grows soybeans and corn in her space. She felt she couldn’t take the soybeans…just threshing would be exhausting.

It’s still easy to get corn, just sell corn on the cob directly, and people who want to come now will not be picky.

In the space, the 20 corn plants planted last night have grown to a height of one meter. She grows a variety that matures in 120 days, and it can mature in 12 days without watering the space well.

She can’t wait for 12 days now. She plans to sell in the provincial capital. There are a lot of people, the market is large, and the price is good. The key is that it is much safer than doing it in their county.

Fenghua dilutes the space well water according to a certain proportion and pours it on 20 corn plants. The corn grows, blooms, bears fruit and matures at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Each corn bears 3 ears of corn on the cob, some even 4 ears, and Feng Hua quickly broke off with his eyes and hands.

If it falls on the ground, it will be a big deal… In order to continue to sow, the seeds of this batch of corn can continue to reproduce.

After the corn is picked, the corn stalks turn yellow and wither according to the law of life. When Fenghua touched it, it turned into slag and fell to the ground. After a period of time, it disappeared in the soil, perhaps turned into mud or fertilizer. She didn’t know the truth, and she didn’t try to be more truthful.

But this saves her any further processing.

Fenghua put more than 60 corn cobs into the warehouse, and selected 10 full ones as seeds, replanted, watered, and harvested.

It is still too much to plant 20 at a time, and I am a little too busy.

She didn’t recover until she ran out of water in a tub. Repeated mechanical operations are easy to forget the time, and the harvest is even more addictive.

Feng Hua looked at the high pile of corn ears in the warehouse, which had to be more than 1,200 ears.

She grows a small ear variety, and each ear of corn on the outside produces about two or three kernels.

The space in the space is different, but it’s not too defying. Each spike can produce about 5 taels. The bigger it is, it will be a mutation.

In this short time, she probably harvested more than 600 catties of corn, and it was dry weight, not wet weight. When she picked it, the corn was fully mature and naturally dehydrated.

Fenghua didn’t thresh the grains and couldn’t afford to take it off. She planned to sell corn on the cob directly.

Fenghua returned to the train station, and it was still early in the morning, and the black market had not yet begun.

Yes, she plans to go to the black market because there is no market at all in her city. If you want to buy things, you have to go to public supply and marketing cooperatives, grain shops, vegetable shops, and the like.

Nothing is allowed to be traded privately. That is speculation. Taking the capitalist road will cut off the tail of capitalism. Whatever you get is education, reform through labor, and even peanuts!

After many years in his previous life, Fenghua realized that other places were not so strict. There were markets where they could go to the market and trade. Even the grain could be traded in a limited amount, no more than thirty or forty catties. .

They can’t do it here, they are very strict, and they can only go to the black market if they want to trade privately.

And because of the strict control on the surface, the black market is very large and wide. One-tenth of the people in their brigade have been to the black market and sell eggs…The rest are the courageous ones, too. Give the eggs to the relatives who go to sell them.

Feng Hua had sold eggs after the seventeenth or eighteenth in his last life, and one of them could cost a cent or two more than selling them to a supply and marketing cooperative.

I set off from home in the middle of the night and walked to the county seat when it was just dark. When I first entered the city, there were people waiting on the side of the road. When I saw someone with a basket on my back, I came over and asked what to sell.

Negotiate the price in two or two sentences, walk to a remote corner with others, and the transaction is completed. Some have to be sent home to others.

Feng Hua has been there countless times, has never been caught, and has never met a liar who doesn’t give money or anything.

……

Now the county has become a provincial capital, and she is not familiar with the place where she was born, but Fenghua is not afraid. Although she has never seen the black market in the provincial capital, she knows a lot!

She belongs to the first group of people who became rich during the reform and opening up. There are also many people in the circle of friends. When everyone gets together, they love to show off their family history.

Many people’s first pot of gold came through the black market. They are not like her. They sell an egg and sell a catty of rice. They are big businesses, bicycles, Wuliangye, sewing machines, TVs, and others. Upside down.

Inside, all the gates of Huadu are clear.

The railway station is a very good and big black market, with a large flow of people, and it is safe and convenient to leave when you buy it.

As long as you don’t click your back, you don’t catch up with the above-mentioned crackdowns, and if there are some relations, there is basically no problem.

Feng Hua is now a little bit distressed about his lack of preparation and no bag. She can’t swagger around with the corn in her hand, right? That’s piercing people’s eyes, and they can’t close them even if they want to.

The sky is getting brighter, and the train station is getting more and more people. There are passengers with large bags and small bags, and there are cadres with briefcases, and this kind of people are mostly.

There were even some pretending bad masters. Feng Hua could see the same kind of aura on them at a glance.

It is close to the city center. Farmers sell agricultural and sideline products as soon as they enter the city, but they can’t go here.

Those who sell things here are all bad guys.

Feng Hua sat in the corner, looking at a person who was also shrinking diagonally across the corner with a mixed feeling.

I just thought of the circle of friends in my previous life, and I met one, life.

This person’s name is Zhao Yong, twenty-six or seventeen years old, and he looks honest and sincere. In fact, he has the most eyes. If he is not careful, he will be tricked by him, but he still has a bottom line. He is just taking advantage of him. , But it will not pit people to death, and still make you a bit profitable.

People in the circle of friends love and hate him.

Fenghua has naturally heard of Zhao Yong’s family history. He started as a black market.

The most important thing is that when he saw him, Feng Hua suddenly remembered something, something that Zhao Yong had to die every time he ate, and he had to die alive.

Feng Hua’s heart throbbed, it was a big pie! This life is hers!

Feng Hua got up, walked towards Zhao Yong, looked at the big back basket in front of him and asked in a low voice, “Comrade, what are you here?”

Zhao Yongyile, looking at Fenghua’s small stature, he thought this was an eight or nine-year-old girl who was still a comrade, and she called this serious eight hundred.

“Children, where’s your grown-up?” Feng Hua is generous and upright, although she wears…especially miserable, but she doesn’t feel destitute at all. Zhao Yonggang only pretends that she is disguising.

Those who are away from home don’t have to wear a bit awkwardly, so as not to make thieves worry about it. But this little girl was so young that she didn’t learn the essence of misery.

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The experience of selling eggs on the black market comes from the elders in the family. You may guess where the background is, it is a district under the capital of the black province. This is true in our place. There is no bazaar, and there is only a black market for private transactions.

When I was a child, I didn’t know what a market was, or what kind of existence a “market” was. After the opening, there were only farmers’ markets, not markets.