"If you want to exchange for Fuqiang noodles, let's follow the rules of the pigeon market. Fifteen pounds of stick noodles can be exchanged for one pound of Fuqiang noodles. All you need is food stamps and no money."
The "Draft Outline of the Criminal Law" promulgated on July 25, 1950, for the first time included provisions on "speculation" and classified it as a crime that disrupts the market.
Not long ago, Qian Dafu, a bicycle handler from Hongxing Commune, helped people carry mountain goods to sell in the city, but refused to sell them to the supply and marketing cooperative. He sold them on the streets at high prices. He was reported by the masses, and eventually "something happened."
Although Li Aiguo's wealthy fans were rewarded by the locomotive department, even if they were sold to residents, since there was no 'buy low and sell high', it did not fall into the category of 'speculation'.
However, Li Aiguo also had to be careful.
"Fifteen pounds of stick noodles are exchanged for one pound of Fuqiang noodles, why don't you go and grab it!" Mrs. Jia Zhang jumped up when she heard this.
Li Aiguo looked at Jia Zhang coldly: "Old lady of the Jia family, if you don't change, I'm not begging you."
"You little..."
Just as Jia Zhang was about to open her mouth to curse, Xu Damao said angrily: "Some people have no money and still want to eat rich and powerful fans. Why? Li Aiguo is not your father."
Xu Damao was extremely happy.
The price he paid for Fuqiang noodles was ten pounds of stick noodles.
Now Li Aiguo’s price to residents is fifteen pounds of stick noodles.
In this way, he earned five kilograms of stick noodles for every kilogram in just a short period of time.
Make a fortune!
Throw in a plum and repay a peach. Seeing that the residents seemed to still have opinions, Xu Damao said loudly:
“The price is not expensive at all!”
"I can tell you that there are no Fuqiang fans in the pigeon market now. If you miss it, you will never be able to buy it again."
He glanced at Li Aiguo and said in a fake tone: "Aiguo, how many rich and powerful fans are left?"
"It's less than ten pounds."
"I, Xu Damao, have saved everything!" Xu Damao was full of pride.
"Xu Damao, you bastard, even if your family is rich, you can't do this. My family wants half a pound!"
"Me, me, I want two taels."
"One pound! My family wants one pound!"
Only then did the onlookers react and hurried home to get the noodles. If it were later, they might not be able to buy them.
Most people are reluctant to eat Fuqiang noodles on weekdays, but it is indispensable.
When a distinguished guest comes, steaming a few white flour steamed buns will be a great honor.
Also, no one is allowed to eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year.
The dumplings made with Fuqiang flour are chewy and chewy.
Jia Zhang did not switch to Fu Qiang powder because the price was too expensive.
She also wanted to wait for Sha Zhu to come out of the police station and ask Qin Huairu to find Sha Zhu to buy Fuqiang powder, which would definitely cost no money.
....
The number of Fuqiang powder that each family exchanged was small, but the number of people who exchanged it was quite large. Ten kilograms of Fuqiang powder was quickly replaced.
The faces of residents who switch to Fuqiang Fan are quite radiant. With this thing, they don’t have to be afraid even if distinguished guests come to visit.
Yi Zhonghai felt so angry that his heart ached when he saw Li Aiguo chatting lively with the residents.
Today, he originally planned to ask Li Aiguo to contribute his rich and powerful fans in the name of the deaf old lady.
Who would have thought that Li Aiguo didn't give him a chance to express himself? He had so many good words in mind that he didn't come up with any of them.
In the end, Li Aiguo actually took over the honors and started exchanging money with the residents directly.
His idea of mobilizing the masses and kidnapping Li Aiguo morally came to nothing.
Oops, I can't stand it anymore, my heart aches.
Seeing Yi Zhonghai covering his heart and looking ugly, Jia Dongxu stepped forward and held his arm: "Master, are you sick?"
Looking at Jia Dongxu, whose face was full of concern, Yi Zhonghai felt warm in his heart: "It's okay, maybe I'm a little cold. Please help the master back."
Jia Dongxu looked at his short-sleeved shirt with doubt on his face. It was so cold in this summer.
However, he was a filial child, so he didn't ask any questions and helped Yi Zhonghai towards the backyard.
When passing by the door of the deaf old lady, the dilapidated house opened with a creak.
The deaf old lady came out with a cane and said gloomily: "Is it not done yet?"
"That guy Li Aiguo is so cunning. He secretly learned my trick of mobilizing the masses." Yi Zhonghai smiled awkwardly.
"I told you earlier that he had a serious illness this time and it was a cure. Compared with before, he seemed like a different person. You didn't listen and you suffered a big loss."
"I'm not thinking that you are not in good health. It's not a problem to eat Erhe noodles all day long. That's why..."
With her cane on the ground, the deaf old lady narrowed her eyes: "Don't think I don't know your little thoughts."
Seeing Yi Zhonghai drooping his head and saying nothing, the deaf old lady emphasized her tone: "I found some old friends. Silly Zhu will be out the day after tomorrow. Before that, don't mess with that guy named Li."
"Yes Yes Yes...."
It wasn't until the door was closed again that Yi Zhonghai dared to straighten up and wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
"This old lady's majesty is still the same as before."
"Master, I am the one who has caused trouble for you this time." Jia Dongxu felt ashamed.
Yi Zhonghai looked at him happily: "It's good that you know that the master has no son, so he has already treated you as his own child. However, your mother has become more and more outrageous recently, so you have to watch her."
Who can stand Jia Zhang?
Jia Dongxu thought he couldn't, but he still nodded and agreed.
You must listen to what the master says.
When Yi Zhonghai returned home, his aunt helped him pour an enamel jar of hot tea, pinched some high tea and threw it in.
After Yi Zhonghai took the tea, the aunt said cautiously: "Old Yi, I think we should leave the Jia family's affairs alone in the future."
"What's wrong? Didn't we agree that Jia Dongxu will provide for us in the future?" Yi Zhonghai took a sip of tea, raised his head, and frowned.
The eldest mother was a little afraid of Yi Zhonghai, lowered her head and whispered: "Lao Yi, that boy Dongxu is not bad. He has good character, polite and sensible. I am so envious that Jia Zhang has such a son, but ..."
The aunt looked up at the door and saw that it was tightly closed, so she continued: "What if Jia Zhang doesn't die? Although the master is half a father and the apprentice is half a son, he is still only half."
"Hahahaha" Yi Zhonghai put down the enamel jar.
"You don't have to worry about it. Mrs. Jia Zhang has been taking painkillers. Those things hurt her body. She will definitely not live for a few years."
"Besides, that thing costs money. Jia Zhang has to spend ten yuan a month on painkillers."
"Lao Jia used to be a sixth-level fitter and earned more than fifty yuan a month. This money is nothing."
"But Jia Dongxu took over and is now a first-level worker. He only earns more than 20 yuan a month. The Jia family can't afford just the medicine money."
"If Jia Zhang doesn't die in three to five years, I will keep Jia Dongxu's grade stuck and prevent Jia Dongxu from being promoted."
"When Mrs. Jia Zhang doesn't even have the money to buy medicine, she will naturally come to beg me."
"When the time comes, Jia Dongxu may have to change his name to Yi Dongxu."
Finished.
Yi Zhonghai picked up the enamel jar and took a sip: "Hey, Yi Dongxu, don't tell me, this name is much smoother than Jia Dongxu."
Seeing how determined Yi Zhonghai was, Aunt Ma didn't say anything more.
After all, she can't give birth to a child. A woman who can't give birth to a child has no say in the family.
