"How much does this pair of shoes cost for my son?" The leather shoes are quite heavy in your hand. I don't know what kind of fabric they are made of. The leather is very comfortable to the touch, especially with this thickness. It looks like they are for winter. You can wear them tomorrow. Wander around.
"One...more than a hundred." Yang Dongxu almost spit out the price of more than 1,000.
This pair of leather shoes is made of real leather, not artificial leather, or cheap dog leather, cowhide or anything like that. They are made of fine deerskin, and the whole pair of shoes looks classy. More importantly, they are all handmade. If Master Xuan hadn't known a lot of weird people, there would be no shoes made with such old craftsmanship for two thousand yuan. Buy everywhere.
"Prodigal son." Yang's mother glared at her son, then reached out and snatched the shoes from Father Yang's hand: "We will wear them after the Chinese New Year. Wear them now and ruin things."
He originally wanted to wear them tomorrow, but when others asked how much the shoes cost, he lightly spit out the number of more than a hundred. Now that his shoes were robbed, Father Yang became a bit bitter.
However, it just rained yesterday. Although Jishang is an asphalt road, other places are very muddy. It would be a waste to wear such good shoes on a rainy day. Wait until the weather is sunny before wearing them to show others.
After packing her things, Ma Yang started to cook, even though she was very angry today. But your son must be loved. The most direct way to love your son is to prepare a big meal with plenty of fish and meat.
Although the Yang Family Banquet made him a mouthful, Yang Dongxu still felt that his mother's cooking was no worse than those of the chefs, and he felt happy when he ate it.
It rained a lot the day before Yang Dongxu came back, and there were snowflakes early the next morning. I got up early in the morning and took my things with my parents to visit the old people in the village.
Each family shared a little bit of seafood and nuts, and by the time they finished delivering the items, the fields were already turning white. Even if it's snowing during the market today, it can't stop rural people's enthusiasm for selling New Year's goods.
In the past, two kilograms of meat was cut off during the New Year, which was considered a fat year. In the past two years, in addition to pork, other New Year products have also been very popular. Especially vegetables, no matter who has been chewing Chinese cabbage, green radish all winter, they can’t help but want to buy them when they see seasonal vegetables like leeks, celery, or even cucumbers.
So just after nine o'clock, Yang Dongxu's canteen was surrounded by crowds. Selling vegetables was what my grandfather wanted to pay attention to. In the past, Yang Dongxu's small shop mainly sold some daily necessities, pots, pans, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and the like.
Rural people don’t have vegetable plots in their fields, so there is no market for vegetables in rural markets. But off-season vegetables grown in greenhouses are obviously not included in this category.
There were four rounds of vegetables worth thousands of dollars, and more than half of them were sold before noon. Especially bundles of celery. A family can buy a bundle of twenty or thirty kilograms, and a dozen or so people can buy three to four hundred kilograms and go out. Even if there is no refrigerator in the winter, there is no need to worry about the vegetables spoiling.
"Uncle Chaonan and Uncle Bei, why didn't you come to the market? Celery? There is no celery today. Next episode, next episode, come over and I will save it for you in advance. Why don't you bring some cucumbers? Tomatoes are also good... .." Yang Dongxu was keeping accounts in his hands while greeting people who came to buy food.
Wearing a Lei Feng hat, a military coat, and cotton shoes made by Yang's mother on her feet, if her skin hadn't been a little whiter, anyone would have seen that she was an out-and-out rural child without any adulteration.
As it approached noon, the crowds of people slowly began to dwindle, and Yang Dongxu took the time to run to the back for a sip of tea. There are too many people going to the market at the end of the year, and even more people are stuck here to buy food. My parents are responsible for weighing the food for people. Not only does he have to pay the bill, but he also has to watch people not to run away with the food.
It is true that rural people are simple, but rural women are also aggressive and like to take advantage of small things. A bundle of vegetables costs several yuan. If you don't watch someone carrying the vegetables, you won't be paid, so he didn't even go to the toilet all morning. There is no effort.
It also happened that the things I brought back yesterday were a lot of gifts for my grandparents and uncle’s family business, so my uncle took my aunt back to her parents’ house early in the morning with the baby in her arms. My grandparents were helping my uncle’s house look at the stalls and couldn’t come over. , my elder sister and younger sister had to look at other stalls, so Yang Dongxu was very tired after coming down all morning.
"How much did it cost?" Dad Yang took a sip of wine, then took the noodles into his mouth and took a bite of a garlic clove.
There was no one around at the market, and my uncle’s stall was closed. In front of their house, news spread that there were vegetables for sale in Yangjiaji Market as people going to the market went back, and many people came over, so Yang Dongxu's grandparents are busy there now. Yang Dongxu and Father Yang took some time to make some snacks before going out to get busy.
"It's more than 1,200. If it's all sold out, it should be around 1,340." Yang Dongxu stretched his head and glanced outside. About one-fifth of the dishes were left. He thought about the rough calculation just now and said. .
"So many?" Father Yang was stunned for a moment.
"How much does it cost to buy these vegetables?"
"More than nine hundred." Father Yang said, then he sipped his wine, carefully looked outside and whispered: "Does that mean we can make four or five hundred yuan after selling so many vegetables? "
"It's quite a lot." Yang Dongxu nodded.
Although investments outside are usually tens of millions or hundreds of millions. But selling vegetables in rural areas can earn four to five hundred yuan a day. Not only now, but also in the future, this income will not be low. Nowadays, the year-round income of rural people can be more than a thousand yuan for good people, and only a few hundred yuan for bad people.
Nowadays, big pigs only cost more than two yuan a pound. At this time, people feed pigs only real sweet potatoes, crushed straw, etc., without using feed. A big pig needs to be fed for seven or eight months before it is ready for slaughter. If it weighs 200 pounds, it is an absolute big pig, and it only costs four to five hundred yuan. This shows what the income standard of rural people is.
"Eat quickly, go out and unload all the dishes from the car later, and let's take your little grandpa to the city again." Father Yang stopped drinking and urged Yang Dongxu to eat quickly.
After making so much money all at once, Yang's father was so excited that the first thing he thought of was to continue buying food and take advantage of this opportunity to make more money.
"There won't be a gathering tomorrow." Yang Dongxu took a bite of the steamed bun and said vaguely.
Yangjiaji is just a small market, and it only holds a market every other day. Basically, there are more people during the market, and there are not many people at other times.
"If there is no market here, why don't we sell it to other markets?" Father Yang snorted. Although he had drunk a few ounces of wine, his head was not at all sober.
"Then take the plastic sheet with you, go to the wholesale market in the city to buy some food, and take it directly to my grandpa's house." Yang Dongxu nodded.
The time for the Yangjia gathering is staggered with the meeting time for towns like Ranmiao and Wuli. Otherwise, a small gathering will definitely not be able to compete with the big gatherings, and it will be crowded during the meeting. Therefore, there is no market at his house, and it happens to be the time for the market at Ran’s temple at my grandpa’s place.
"Okay, hurry up and eat." Dad Yang thinks this is a good idea.
There is no direct paved road from Yangjiacun to Ranmiao. It’s snowing so hard and the dirt road will cost you thousands of kilograms of vegetables. If you buy vegetables from the city and go directly to Ranmiao, you can save a lot of trouble.
"Is there any food at the wholesale market this afternoon?" Yang Dongxu asked while slurping noodles.
"Well..." Father Yang, who was a little excited, couldn't help but froze for a moment, "There should be some dishes, but most of them are probably stale."
It was a coincidence when I went to the wholesale market yesterday. A large truck happened to be delayed due to some circumstances on the road, so he was able to catch up and bring back a load of fresh vegetables.
It's definitely not possible to go there in the afternoon if you want to prepare the dishes. You have to get up early in the morning and wait at the wholesale market at four or five o'clock, or even two or three o'clock, and then weigh and pack the dishes. Plus the time it takes to get back. It's almost time to catch up with the morning market.
"Why don't you go early tomorrow?" Yang Dongxu said.
"This is the only way." Father Yang nodded a little disappointedly. It was a lot of money, but he could only see that there was no way to earn it and he would have to wait until tomorrow. He probably wouldn't be able to sleep well today.
After finishing the meal, I worked for a while, and finally there was still some food base left. Yang's mother picked out some good ones and gave some to neighbors and others. She also kept some for herself, and boiled them in other large pots and mixed them with pig food. Improved food for the two pigs at home.
"Xu Zi, Xu Zi, come out quickly. Your uncle is fighting with someone else." The work was finally finished. Yang Dongxu didn't want to go out in the cold weather. Just when he wanted to hide under the quilt and wait for dinner, he heard something outside. Someone called me.
Yang Dongxu ran downstairs without even having time to put on his shoes: "Why are you starting a fight with someone?"
"Xiaodongzhuang, your brother-in-law and the people from Xiaodongzhuang got into a fight. Dad (Dad Yang) and the others brought people over." Daliang said hurriedly.
Xiaodongzhuang is located to the east of Yangjia Village. There are not many 20 or 30 households in the village, and it is not far from Yangjia Village, which is about two or three miles away.
"How did the fight start?" Yang Dongxu called out to the little girl who was watching TV above and looked at the door. He then raised his feet and put on his shoes and asked Daliang as he walked.
"I don't know either. Xiaowu said that my uncle was beaten and asked me to come back and call for help. They are over there to help." Daliang couldn't tell a reason for a while.
After Yang Dongxu went to Yanjing, Xiaowu became the king of children in the village. He went down to the river to catch fish and went up to the trees to dig out bird's nests, often leading a group of little kids to go crazy.
It's still snowing in the winter, and a group of fifteen-year-old children are not staying at home. It seems that Yangjiacun can't let them go. Not long after lunch here, they wandered over to Xiaodongzhong. Originally, they went to Xiaodongzhong. They wanted to call Yang Dongxu, the former boss, but they didn't call because Yang Dongxu was busy.
A group of half-grown boys were strolling around to watch the dogs in heat and plowing rice seedlings in the fields. When they were about to wait until they got together to make trouble, they saw Uncle Yang Dongxu's family coming back from his parents' home and a conflict with the people of Xiaodongzhuang. Xiaowu and a group of people rushed over to help, and asked the 'second-in-command' Daliang to come back quickly and call for help.
As soon as he left the village, Yang Dongxu saw a group of people not far away running towards Xiaodongzhuang, dozens of people cheering. Yang Dongxu was also worried that his uncle would not suffer a loss in Xiaodongzhuang, so he called Daliang and ran quickly.
Da Liang, who was out of breath after running back, shouted from behind to wait for him, gritting his teeth and chasing after him desperately.
