Although he was deceived by profiteers, his flaws were not concealed, and today's harvest was enough to make Song Ziyu happy.
In all his life, Song Ziyu is so rich for the first time.
Song Ziyu went straight to the supermarket and swept through the shelves. A 500-gram bag of refined salt retailed for 4 yuan a bag. Song Ziyu directly emptied the counter. This move made the supermarket waiter stunned for a moment. He couldn't help but ask if your home is like this. Want to pickle bacon.
Song Ziyu smiled enigmatically and packed up all the salt and took it away.
The total price of 122 kilograms of salt was 488 yuan. Song Ziyu paid quickly and then carried it back to the rental house.
Next, Song Ziyu found a sealed snakeskin bag, the kind preferred by migrant workers going south to work. This thing can be used to hold quilts or clothes, and it can also be used to hold fare evaders at the Spring Festival Railway Station. It has a large capacity and is easy to carry. It is a must-have product for home travel.
Unpack all the salt, pour it all into the snakeskin bag, and finally pack the snakeskin bag with sealing tape.
It's not that Song Ziyu did something superfluous, but he did it intentionally.
The salt packaging has the brand name, production place and contact number. Anyone with a discerning eye can see many clues. Song Ziyu does not want to cause trouble for himself.
Snakeskin pockets are different!
The shape of the woven bag is plain and simple, and there is no trace of the plastic material. Even if Zhao Yuanba wanted to find any clues, he could only find clues.
After completing the packing, Song Ziyu took a long breath and waited for the time-travel bracelet to be fully charged before going back to deliver the goods to Zhao Yuanba.
Lying in bed, Song Ziyu was thinking wildly. If the first transaction went well, what would he do next and sell it?
Well, rapeseed oil and white sugar are good choices. Rice and noodles seem to be OK, but rice and noodles are too heavy and it would be troublesome to carry them by yourself. Cigarettes and betel nuts are also good, but the cost is higher than oil and salt...
When I realized my dream of getting rich for the second time, my cell phone rang.
The little girl's panicked voice came from the other end of the phone: "Da Guo Da Guo, Aunt Chen came to collect debts again. She scolded her very hard. What should I do?"
Song Ziyu was shocked when he heard this. He knew this Aunt Chen personally. She was a former colleague of her mother. She remembered that at the beginning of the year, when she couldn't raise the tuition fees, her mother even borrowed money from Aunt Chen.
Logically speaking, Aunt Chen's family is well off and she shouldn't embarrass her own family.
"Don't worry, I'll be back right away to check on the situation." Song Ziyu warned.
After putting down the phone, Song Ziyu couldn't care less about the salt and went out with her backpack on her back.
My mother lives in the surrounding counties and towns of Han'an City, half an hour's drive from the rental house I rented. I originally moved out of home to make it easier to go out to work.
There is a short-distance shuttle bus at the bus station, but in order to save time, Song Ziyu hailed a taxi on the street for the first time.
"Master, Yuanta Street, Mu County, the location of the old water tower... I'm in a hurry, please drive faster." Song Ziyu urged.
The old taxi driver laughed when he heard this: "In all these years, you are the first person to ask me to drive fast. Young man, fasten your seat belt."
Song Ziyu looked at the driver. This man with a face shaped like Shen Teng's eyes were as deep as Schumacher returning from skiing.
Suddenly, Song Ziyu realized that things were not simple and hurriedly grabbed the seat belt.
as expected!
The experienced driver put the gas on the gas at the third gear starting corner and operated the steering wheel with one hand, and the Xia Li Iron Wu vividly created the pushing feeling of a formula racing car.
About twenty minutes later, Song Ziyu arrived downstairs at his home.
Mu County is the old county seat, and Yuanta Street is an old street. The red brick tube buildings from the 1990s are one after another, and they look crowded.
Song Ziyu quickly walked through the familiar corridor and appeared in front of the window of his home.
The mother is lying on the bed and sleeping, and the younger sister is writing homework at the only table in the living room. The dim light in the house reflects decadence and depression, which makes people's negative emotions spread.
"Little sister." Song Ziyu whispered to Song Xinyi, fearing to wake her mother.
Eight-year-old Song Xinyi raised her head, with a crescent-like smile on her flawless face.
"Brother, you are back." The younger sister opened the door.
Song Ziyu called his little sister to the corridor outside the door and asked, "Where is Aunt Chen?"
The younger sister replied: "I left right after the trouble. This happened several times. The family didn't have money to pay her back, so she would come and curse every now and then."
"You study hard at home and I'll take care of it." Song Ziyu touched her little sister's head.
The little girl nodded obediently.
Song Ziyu chased her out and found Aunt Chen, who built the Great Wall, at a mahjong parlor not far away.
"Oh, it's Xiao Song, Santiao."
Aunt Chen raised her eyelids and quickly lost interest in talking.
"Aunt Chen, please take a step to speak."
Song Ziyu whispered.
"Just say what you want here, don't delay my card game, Wu Tong." Aunt Chen was very impatient.
Song Ziyu asked directly: "How much money our family owes you, please tell me the number."
"Oh, what's the matter? Why are you asking?" Aunt Chen slammed the mahjong pieces on the table, her eyes glaring like bells.
Other people in the mahjong parlor looked over with interest.
Song Ziyu was not frightened by Chen Ruhua's attitude. Instead, she said in a gentle voice: "Aunt Chen, I have no other intention. Just thinking about you coming to my house every now and then to scold me is not a way to live, so I want to ask you what my family owes in total." How much money do you have so I can pay it back for my mother?"
"Did you hear that? This Su Quan's son is going to be successful. He has to stand up for his mother before his hair even grows." Aunt Chen's voice rose an octave and she started shouting.
Many people in the mahjong parlor were neighbors who lived nearby, so they naturally knew about the situation at Song Ziyu's home. When they heard Chen Ruhua's shouting, some people laughed maliciously.
Of course, some people kindly reminded her: "Chen Ruhua, don't make things difficult for orphans and widowed mothers."
Unexpectedly, this kind help directly ignited Chen Ruhua's anger!
"Fuck you!" Chen Ruhua pushed the mahjong in front of her down, and then cursed: "It doesn't hurt when you stand and talk. Why didn't you say anything when I borrowed money? Now come out and be a good person, I'm annoyed by you the most Breeding cats cry out to mice for pretending to be compassionate.”
The person being scolded was too timid to answer, but the others laughed even more cheerfully.
Song Ziyu stood in the mahjong parlor, waiting quietly for Chen Ruhua to finish cursing, and then continued: "Aunt Chen, it is wrong for our family to owe you money. I apologize to you..."
Chen Ruhua interrupted rudely: "Apologizing is useless, Xiao Song, I'm not teaching you. If an apology was useful, the police wouldn't have to shoot murderers every year."
Song Ziyu touched his head and felt a pain in his head. This woman was definitely a first-class scolder and she was no match for her.
Song Ziyu took a deep breath and asked loudly: "How much money does my family owe you? Tell me!"
Chen Ruhua seemed to be calmed down by Song Ziyu's momentum, and the sound in the mahjong parlor became much quieter.
"Is it useful to ask this?"
Chen Ruhua said slowly: "It's not much different, it's only 28,000 yuan. If you want to pay it back now, give me 25,000 yuan and our two families will be settled."
However, Chen Ruhua said sarcastically: "The question is, Xiao Song, can you get 20,000 yuan? As far as I know, your mother is still lending you money to pay for college tuition!"
Hearing this, Song Ziyu felt a pain in his heart and could hardly hold back.
Mother, my mother! He is seriously ill and his life is in danger, and he is still worried about his future.
Song Ziyu's face gradually became distorted.
However, Song Ziyu's expression was misunderstood by Chen Ruhua.
"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Chen Ruhua sneered: "How can you, a high school student, spend more than 20,000 yuan to pay off your debts? You still have to come here to humiliate yourself. Let me tell you, you are the real one. What a shame!"
After saying that, Chen Ruhua looked down at the mahjong parlor like a holy warrior, and said with a grin: "Song Ziyu, it's not that I look down on you. If you can get the money, I will eat this mahjong table in front of so many people." Yes! I, Chen Ruhua, will do what I say, and I will not bluff anyone!"
The mahjong hall burst into laughter.
Chen Ruhua also laughed, laughing so proudly.
Amid laughter, Song Ziyu took off his backpack, slowly opened the zipper, and took out money one by one.
