To be called a treasure, it definitely cannot be a box. Li Laifu put out the cigarette in his hand and continued to send the fishing line to the river. After inserting the fishing line into the mud, he found the box again? This time I received the space and did not rush to read it, but continued.
Until 12 o'clock, Li Laifu collapsed on the slope from exhaustion. 50 large iron boxes were simply too shocking. He entered the space with his mind and opened 50 boxes. 49 boxes were filled with neat gold.
A box of 900 kilograms, 49 boxes..., if 44,000 kilograms of gold is calculated in tons?
There are more than ten or twenty pearl necklaces and jade necklaces, various gold headdresses, and neat snuff bottles, there are forty or fifty of them, including gold, silver, jade, jade, agate, etc., and The chemical engineering on it is all exquisite, and there is also a gold frame with a white jade tripod hanging without any flaws. The hanging rings are all made of jade. The coiled dragon is carved on the gold frame. It is beautiful, so beautiful.
He opened three more wooden boxes, a blue and white gooseneck bottle, a blue and white platter, and a blue and white plum vase. There were also unmarked plaques beside them. There were dozens of emerald green ones, white jade ones, forget about the white jade ones, all of them. They are all high-quality products, and the green jade brand stands out even more. There are several key points. This person is quite prodigal. It is obvious that these seven or eight brands are made from the same material, and even the colors are similar. The key is that it doesn't matter whether it is bigger or smaller. All the same fucking size? These losers must have worn out a lot of it, it's such a waste.
He couldn't understand the blue and white porcelain, but the four wall vases connected together were small and exquisite, and the colors and paintings were beautiful. The wood on the frame looked like red sandalwood. The key was that in Lin Laifu's heart, even if it were not red sandalwood, it would not be worthy of such exquisite things. , even a young man like him knows that this thing is exquisite.
The halo of this damn protagonist is so shining, he has achieved financial freedom and has no goals in life.
I feel like my life has reached its peak...
Smoking a cigarette, he walked towards Dongzhimen. There were many pigeon markets in the capital, all outside the city gates. He didn't know about other places, only those outside Dongzhimen. His father took him there once last year, and he recalled his memories. , not at all as scary as what he wrote in his later novels. Even if there are people checking Pigeon Market, they are just people from the streets. What if they are not allowed to open? The police station was dispatched and Pigeon City was long gone.
Smoking cigarettes and walking around on the road, there are people riding bicycles carrying things on the back seat, and there are also women walking in a hurry with baskets on their shoulders, all going to Pigeon Market. Apart from children, how can adults not go there these days? Individuals are not allowed to do business, but everyone is in need of things. In addition, it is still a difficult period, so the pigeon market has been preserved by caring people and turning a blind eye. Mainly because the leaders themselves also want to To exchange things, all kinds of tickets are in the hands of the leaders. Bicycle tickets, radio tickets, and sewing tickets are all out of reach for ordinary people.
Therefore, Pigeon City will never lack people wearing Chinese tunic suits with pens in their pockets.
After walking for two hours and leaving Dongzhimen, my legs were shaking.
After walking for another ten minutes, I arrived at the root of the mountain. I saw a crowd of people and the lights were flashing. It was because of the people selling things. Only when others squatted down to look at them would they illuminate the people for you. As soon as they left, they immediately turned on their flashlights. Turn it off, otherwise it will waste battery.
I found a piece of cloth in the space, cut three holes in it, covered my face, and walked towards Pigeon City.
I saw two gatekeepers, "Selling goods? Or buying things?"
Li Laifu knew that if he sold goods, he had to pay a penny, but they didn't care about buying things.
He patted the military schoolbag on his chest and said, "I have nothing to sell."
It was crowded with people after entering. There were all kinds of utensils inside, including shoes sellers, pot sellers and even cloth sellers. There were also sales receipts written on vertical signs.
"What bills do you have?" Li Laifu asked.
Although the man had his face covered, he was over 1.7 meters tall and tall. He asked with a rich voice, "What ticket do you want?"
Seeing how arrogant this guy was, Li Laifu said casually: "Do you have a bicycle ticket?"
The man took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket, opened it, took out a ticket and handed it over and said, "50 yuan."
"Damn it, you really do!"
"You don't have the money to tease me here, do you?" The man waved the ticket and put it back in his pocket.
No money? Li Laifu thought to himself that even if I had tons of fucking gold, you said I had no money.
He took out 50 yuan and handed it over, "Bring me the ticket, who doesn't have money?" Li Laifu said.
The man took the 50 yuan, and Li Laifu also took the bicycle ticket. After a look, it was indeed real! He couldn't tell it was fake, it was just for showing off, and then he looked at the ticket seller and said, "Is it too late for me to make a counter-offer now? Is it too late?
The man said with a smile: "Little brother, don't make trouble," he put the money in his coat pocket and even buttoned it up.
"Damn, I was stunned," Li Laifu muttered.
"Do you have a meat ticket?" It's not just to buy meat. There are more people with tickets these days, but there are fewer people who can buy meat. The meat joint factory does not sell pork, so if you have a ticket, it is just a decoration. If you can't catch up with the meat, your vote will still be in vain.
He was thinking about the braised pork tonight, which he couldn't do without a meat ticket.
"Fifty cents a pound, how much do you want?"
"Damn it, meat is only 60 cents, you dare to ask for 50 cents for a meat ticket," now Li Laifu knew the counteroffer.
Li Laifu said very interestingly: "Listening to your voice, you must be young. Little brother, what year is this? People are starving to death right next door to our capital. You definitely don't come here often. Let me be more straightforward. Let me tell you, rice can now be sold for 2.5 yuan here, corn noodles are sold for 1.8 yuan, and sweet potato flour and sorghum noodles are sold for 1.5 yuan. Look at who in this pigeon market is not a food buyer?
Seeing that this man spoke sincerely, Li Laifu, who was financially free, didn't care too much, "Do you still have cotton coupons here?" You need to prepare more of this stuff, it will be in short supply within ten years.
"Cotton tickets are not cheap either. One and a half pounds per pound. I only have 20 pounds here."
"Damn it, the supply and marketing cooperative sells cotton for only one dollar and a half. Your ticket costs the same as cotton?"
"Little brother, big brother, let me tell you the truth, there are no reasonable prices these days."
"What you said is quite reasonable. Just don't give me a chance to counteroffer. Can you give me less?" Lin Laifu asked.
"If you want 35 yuan, can you give me 33 yuan?" the man said with a smile.
Finally, I paid two yuan for the price and gave it 33 yuan.
There was a cloth seller next to him. Selling cloth here definitely cost free of charge. “How do you sell this cloth?”
This is a woman with a scarf covering her face, "I'm not selling this fabric, I'm just exchanging it for food."
