Chapter 1976
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Jiang Xiaoye takes money instead of money. The money he spends makes it difficult for Xu Liutang to breathe. He holds on to Jiang and his mouth shakes for a long time without knowing what to say.
The unity of the whole Shilin brigade members are boiling.
Batch organization of delivery.
Lugu village and so on saw the stone forest brigade to send things, as well as coal, are also talking about one after another.
It's a luxury to buy coal for the winter. What's the point of buying so many baskets? If it's a cake basket, they don't feel strange. It's a must for every family.
Children's favorite is the cake basket, because in every family, the cake basket represents the food in the family.
Jiang Xiaoye has begun to look for a place to brew red wine. The place where red wine is brewed must be paved with bricks, preferably with straw to ensure that it is not dirty at all.
"Dong Dong ~"
a strange sound rings from his ear. Jiang Xiaoye turns his head and looks. Far away, there is a figure carrying goods and a rattle drum in his hand.
Peddler!
These two words suddenly appear in Jiang's mind, and immediately say, "Xiaoya, go and call that peddler here!"
The little girl who was looking at the coal turned her head and blinked her eyes and looked around. After a long time, she saw it and ran away.
"Woof!"
Xiao Pang follows his little master closely.
Here comes the salesman!
Now all the villages depend on the peddlers. The market is closed, and some of them are left to exchange things. It is estimated that the peddler heard that the people in Lugu village came here with money and goods.
Generally speaking, the peddlers don't like to come to the poor brigade, because the people here are not willing to buy or exchange, and their business is a bit risky.
"I'll see, I'll see!"
Xiaoya ran to the peddler's side and happily went to see the box.
Xiaopang bares his teeth to the salesman and stands behind Xiaoya.
"What a mighty dog The peddler was surprised to know that there were few dogs in the county. Dogs were very scarce in this era.
"It's called xiaopang, uncle. My brother wants you to go to his side!" Xiaoya points to the distance.
The peddler looked at the dense crowd working and was surprised that so many people were working!
Look at Xiaoya again, the clothes on her body are all new, it is full of nutrition, is this oneself come to the county?
"Who is your brother, little girl?"
"My brother is the Secretary of Lugu village. My brother is a college student."
Xiaoya is proud. Although she doesn't understand what college students are, she is very proud because people in the village say that college students are powerful.
The peddler followed Xiaoya.
With the sound of rattle drum, many people can't help but stop their work and look up. Lugu village has not seen any peddlers for months. Now the peddlers know where the money is and where the people have no money. Gradually, the more money there is, the less the peddlers go.
"Brother." Xiaoya runs to Jiang Xiaoye, holds his leg, and then turns to look at the rattle in the hands of the peddler.
"Welcome to Lugu village."
Jiang Xiaoye greets the past with a smile.
"See if you need anything." The peddler put down his things and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He was very strong. Judging from his posture, he might have practiced martial arts.
Jiang Xiaoye began to look at it. He had never seen a salesman when he was a child. He only heard that the two ends of the burden were made up of layers of wooden crates. In the wooden boxes, there were needle heads, hats, buttons, hairpins, socks, shoes, insoles, towel handkerchiefs, wooden combs, thimbles, shoe pullers, white porcelain teapots, small round mirrors, red string candy and other small commodities.
There are a lot of things, but there is nothing very rare. After all, this is the matter of peddlers. They take the individual road, not the socialist road. They are the supplement and development of the urban state-owned and collective commerce. At present, there is a shortage of materials, and the supply is very small. Individual peddlers and small peddlers can not get the urgent goods allocated by the state. They can only do so Bring some local products.
Seeing the peddler take out a piece of dry and hard corn cake and nibble at it, Jiang Xiaoye looks at Xiaoya and says, "go over there and ask the cook's uncle to bring two nests and cut two pickles and say I want them."
Xiaoya ran away quickly. She was very obedient.
"Comrade, why don't you sell expensive things? You don't make a lot of money in a day, do you? " Jiang Xiaoye took out a piece of Da Tuanjie and handed it to him. He said, "give me all the buttons you have here."
There are a lot of buttons for the peddlers. There are various buttons. The village is now making clothes. There is a lack of buttons. Many of them are removed from old clothes. Moreover, Jiang Xiaoye does not buy any buttons because he can't find them.
Naturally, Jiang Xiaoye is reluctant to let go.
"Ah? Oh, good, good, good. This, all of this? I'll count first The peddler quickly collected the corn cake in his hand and began to pick and pull the big and small buttons, most of which were black buttons.
They are all cheaper."These come to six fifty-three cents, and six fifty cents will be charged." The merchant's face is full of vicissitudes and smiles.
"Give me some copper thimbles, needles, wires and no matches for the rest of the money?"
A box of matches costs two cents. This is a must. Jiang Xiaoye looks around and finds no match.
"No, if you need me to send it to you next time, I'll calculate." As soon as the peddler saw that it was a big deal, he was very busy. He seldom met such a generous man.
Xiaoya comes, wrapping wowowotou and pickles in oil paper and handing them to Jiang Xiaoye.
Brother, eat
She thinks Jiang Xiaoye is hungry.
"See if you like it." Jiang Xiaoye signs with a smile.
Xiaoya's eyes immediately focused on the rattle on the peddler's waist.
"This doesn't work. Look at this!" Jiang Xiaoye takes a card and puts it on the girl. But he can't use it. The card is ugly.
Little mirror, red string, hairpin. Jiang Xiaoye bought a lot of them for Xiaoya.
"Comrades, let's eat something first, and then we can leave at noon. When all the villagers are off work, they will come to see you. What do they need to let them see for themselves. Let's talk about it!"
Jiang Xiaoye is very interested in the peddler's way of doing business. He brings two small benches and hands his wowowotou and pickles to the salesman.
Another big teapot.
"Thank you, thank you!" The peddler was obviously very hungry. He chewed two mouthfuls of Wowo and ate pickles, and said with a face of enjoyment: "I haven't eaten a hot thing for many days."
"Don't you usually have time for hot meals?" Jiang Xiaoye smiles and pours hot water into his marching pot.
"I don't have a chance. I haven't said a word with my children for half a month. In our line of business, we get up early and go late at night. We don't have electric lights. In order to save oil, the children also go to bed early. If it's not bright in the morning, I'm going to leave. Now I don't know whether the children will grow tall or not."
The peddler laughed, but his voice was full of bitterness.
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Jiang Xiaoye takes money instead of money. The money he spends makes it difficult for Xu Liutang to breathe. He holds on to Jiang and his mouth shakes for a long time without knowing what to say.
The unity of the whole Shilin brigade members are boiling.
Batch organization of delivery.
Lugu village and so on saw the stone forest brigade to send things, as well as coal, are also talking about one after another.
It's a luxury to buy coal for the winter. What's the point of buying so many baskets? If it's a cake basket, they don't feel strange. It's a must for every family.
Children's favorite is the cake basket, because in every family, the cake basket represents the food in the family.
Jiang Xiaoye has begun to look for a place to brew red wine. The place where red wine is brewed must be paved with bricks, preferably with straw to ensure that it is not dirty at all.
"Dong Dong ~"
a strange sound rings from his ear. Jiang Xiaoye turns his head and looks. Far away, there is a figure carrying goods and a rattle drum in his hand.
Peddler!
These two words suddenly appear in Jiang's mind, and immediately say, "Xiaoya, go and call that peddler here!"
The little girl who was looking at the coal turned her head and blinked her eyes and looked around. After a long time, she saw it and ran away.
"Woof!"
Xiao Pang follows his little master closely.
Here comes the salesman!
Now all the villages depend on the peddlers. The market is closed, and some of them are left to exchange things. It is estimated that the peddler heard that the people in Lugu village came here with money and goods.
Generally speaking, the peddlers don't like to come to the poor brigade, because the people here are not willing to buy or exchange, and their business is a bit risky.
"I'll see, I'll see!"
Xiaoya ran to the peddler's side and happily went to see the box.
Xiaopang bares his teeth to the salesman and stands behind Xiaoya.
"What a mighty dog The peddler was surprised to know that there were few dogs in the county. Dogs were very scarce in this era.
"It's called xiaopang, uncle. My brother wants you to go to his side!" Xiaoya points to the distance.
The peddler looked at the dense crowd working and was surprised that so many people were working!
Look at Xiaoya again, the clothes on her body are all new, it is full of nutrition, is this oneself come to the county?
"Who is your brother, little girl?"
"My brother is the Secretary of Lugu village. My brother is a college student."
Xiaoya is proud. Although she doesn't understand what college students are, she is very proud because people in the village say that college students are powerful.
The peddler followed Xiaoya.
With the sound of rattle drum, many people can't help but stop their work and look up. Lugu village has not seen any peddlers for months. Now the peddlers know where the money is and where the people have no money. Gradually, the more money there is, the less the peddlers go.
"Brother." Xiaoya runs to Jiang Xiaoye, holds his leg, and then turns to look at the rattle in the hands of the peddler.
"Welcome to Lugu village."
Jiang Xiaoye greets the past with a smile.
"See if you need anything." The peddler put down his things and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He was very strong. Judging from his posture, he might have practiced martial arts.
Jiang Xiaoye began to look at it. He had never seen a salesman when he was a child. He only heard that the two ends of the burden were made up of layers of wooden crates. In the wooden boxes, there were needle heads, hats, buttons, hairpins, socks, shoes, insoles, towel handkerchiefs, wooden combs, thimbles, shoe pullers, white porcelain teapots, small round mirrors, red string candy and other small commodities.
There are a lot of things, but there is nothing very rare. After all, this is the matter of peddlers. They take the individual road, not the socialist road. They are the supplement and development of the urban state-owned and collective commerce. At present, there is a shortage of materials, and the supply is very small. Individual peddlers and small peddlers can not get the urgent goods allocated by the state. They can only do so Bring some local products.
Seeing the peddler take out a piece of dry and hard corn cake and nibble at it, Jiang Xiaoye looks at Xiaoya and says, "go over there and ask the cook's uncle to bring two nests and cut two pickles and say I want them."
Xiaoya ran away quickly. She was very obedient.
"Comrade, why don't you sell expensive things? You don't make a lot of money in a day, do you? " Jiang Xiaoye took out a piece of Da Tuanjie and handed it to him. He said, "give me all the buttons you have here."
There are a lot of buttons for the peddlers. There are various buttons. The village is now making clothes. There is a lack of buttons. Many of them are removed from old clothes. Moreover, Jiang Xiaoye does not buy any buttons because he can't find them.
Naturally, Jiang Xiaoye is reluctant to let go.
"Ah? Oh, good, good, good. This, all of this? I'll count first The peddler quickly collected the corn cake in his hand and began to pick and pull the big and small buttons, most of which were black buttons.
They are all cheaper."These come to six fifty-three cents, and six fifty cents will be charged." The merchant's face is full of vicissitudes and smiles.
"Give me some copper thimbles, needles, wires and no matches for the rest of the money?"
A box of matches costs two cents. This is a must. Jiang Xiaoye looks around and finds no match.
"No, if you need me to send it to you next time, I'll calculate." As soon as the peddler saw that it was a big deal, he was very busy. He seldom met such a generous man.
Xiaoya comes, wrapping wowowotou and pickles in oil paper and handing them to Jiang Xiaoye.
Brother, eat
She thinks Jiang Xiaoye is hungry.
"See if you like it." Jiang Xiaoye signs with a smile.
Xiaoya's eyes immediately focused on the rattle on the peddler's waist.
"This doesn't work. Look at this!" Jiang Xiaoye takes a card and puts it on the girl. But he can't use it. The card is ugly.
Little mirror, red string, hairpin. Jiang Xiaoye bought a lot of them for Xiaoya.
"Comrades, let's eat something first, and then we can leave at noon. When all the villagers are off work, they will come to see you. What do they need to let them see for themselves. Let's talk about it!"
Jiang Xiaoye is very interested in the peddler's way of doing business. He brings two small benches and hands his wowowotou and pickles to the salesman.
Another big teapot.
"Thank you, thank you!" The peddler was obviously very hungry. He chewed two mouthfuls of Wowo and ate pickles, and said with a face of enjoyment: "I haven't eaten a hot thing for many days."
"Don't you usually have time for hot meals?" Jiang Xiaoye smiles and pours hot water into his marching pot.
"I don't have a chance. I haven't said a word with my children for half a month. In our line of business, we get up early and go late at night. We don't have electric lights. In order to save oil, the children also go to bed early. If it's not bright in the morning, I'm going to leave. Now I don't know whether the children will grow tall or not."
The peddler laughed, but his voice was full of bitterness.
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Jiang Xiaoye takes money instead of money. The money he spends makes it difficult for Xu Liutang to breathe. He holds on to Jiang and his mouth shakes for a long time without knowing what to say. The unity of the whole Shilin brigade members are boiling. Batch organization of delivery. Lugu village and so on saw the stone forest brigade to send things, as well as coal, are also talking about one after another. It's a luxury to buy coal for the winter. What's the point of buying so many baskets? If it's a cake basket, they don't feel strange. It's a must for every family. Children's favorite is the cake basket, because in every family, the cake basket represents the food in the family. Jiang Xiaoye has begun to look for a place to brew red wine. The place where red wine is brewed must be paved with bricks, preferably with straw to ensure that it is not dirty at all. "Dong Dong ~" a strange sound rings from his ear. Jiang Xiaoye turns his head and looks. Far away, there is a figure carrying goods and a rattle drum in his hand. Peddler! These two words suddenly appear in Jiang's mind, and immediately say, "Xiaoya, go and call that peddler here!" The little girl who was looking at the coal turned her head and blinked her eyes and looked around. After a long time, she saw it and ran away. "Woof!" Xiao Pang follows his little master closely. Here comes the salesman! Now all the villages depend on the peddlers. The market is closed, and some of them are left to exchange things. It is estimated that the peddler heard that the people in Lugu village came here with money and goods. Generally speaking, the peddlers don't like to come to the poor brigade, because the people here are not willing to buy or exchange, and their business is a bit risky. "I'll see, I'll see!" Xiaoya ran to the peddler's side and happily went to see the box. Xiaopang bares his teeth to the salesman and stands behind Xiaoya. "What a mighty dog The peddler was surprised to know that there were few dogs in the county. Dogs were very scarce in this era. "It's called xiaopang, uncle. My brother wants you to go to his side!" Xiaoya points to the distance. The peddler looked at the dense crowd working and was surprised that so many people were working! Look at Xiaoya again, the clothes on her body are all new, it is full of nutrition, is this oneself come to the county? "Who is your brother, little girl?" "My brother is the Secretary of Lugu village. My brother is a college student." Xiaoya is proud. Although she doesn't understand what college students are, she is very proud because people in the village say that college students are powerful. The peddler followed Xiaoya. With the sound of rattle drum, many people can't help but stop their work and look up. Lugu village has not seen any peddlers for months. Now the peddlers know where the money is and where the people have no money. Gradually, the more money there is, the less the peddlers go. "Brother." Xiaoya runs to Jiang Xiaoye, holds his leg, and then turns to look at the rattle in the hands of the peddler. "Welcome to Lugu village." Jiang Xiaoye greets the past with a smile. "See if you need anything." The peddler put down his things and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He was very strong. Judging from his posture, he might have practiced martial arts. Jiang Xiaoye began to look at it. He had never seen a salesman when he was a child. He only heard that the two ends of the burden were made up of layers of wooden crates. In the wooden boxes, there were needle heads, hats, buttons, hairpins, socks, shoes, insoles, towel handkerchiefs, wooden combs, thimbles, shoe pullers, white porcelain teapots, small round mirrors, red string candy and other small commodities. There are a lot of things, but there is nothing very rare. After all, this is the matter of peddlers. They take the individual road, not the socialist road. They are the supplement and development of the urban state-owned and collective commerce. At present, there is a shortage of materials, and the supply is very small. Individual peddlers and small peddlers can not get the urgent goods allocated by the state. They can only do so Bring some local products. Seeing the peddler take out a piece of dry and hard corn cake and nibble at it, Jiang Xiaoye looks at Xiaoya and says, "go over there and ask the cook's uncle to bring two nests and cut two pickles and say I want them." Xiaoya ran away quickly. She was very obedient. "Comrade, why don't you sell expensive things? You don't make a lot of money in a day, do you? " Jiang Xiaoye took out a piece of Da Tuanjie and handed it to him. He said, "give me all the buttons you have here." There are a lot of buttons for the peddlers. There are various buttons. The village is now making clothes. There is a lack of buttons. Many of them are removed from old clothes. Moreover, Jiang Xiaoye does not buy any buttons because he can't find them. Naturally, Jiang Xiaoye is reluctant to let go. "Ah? Oh, good, good, good. This, all of this? I'll count first The peddler quickly collected the corn cake in his hand and began to pick and pull the big and small buttons, most of which were black buttons. They are all cheaper."These come to six fifty-three cents, and six fifty cents will be charged." The merchant's face is full of vicissitudes and smiles. "Give me some copper thimbles, needles, wires and no matches for the rest of the money?" A box of matches costs two cents. This is a must. Jiang Xiaoye looks around and finds no match. "No, if you need me to send it to you next time, I'll calculate." As soon as the peddler saw that it was a big deal, he was very busy. He seldom met such a generous man. Xiaoya comes, wrapping wowowotou and pickles in oil paper and handing them to Jiang Xiaoye. Brother, eat She thinks Jiang Xiaoye is hungry. "See if you like it." Jiang Xiaoye signs with a smile. Xiaoya's eyes immediately focused on the rattle on the peddler's waist. "This doesn't work. Look at this!" Jiang Xiaoye takes a card and puts it on the girl. But he can't use it. The card is ugly. Little mirror, red string, hairpin. Jiang Xiaoye bought a lot of them for Xiaoya. "Comrades, let's eat something first, and then we can leave at noon. When all the villagers are off work, they will come to see you. What do they need to let them see for themselves. Let's talk about it!" Jiang Xiaoye is very interested in the peddler's way of doing business. He brings two small benches and hands his wowowotou and pickles to the salesman. Another big teapot. "Thank you, thank you!" The peddler was obviously very hungry. He chewed two mouthfuls of Wowo and ate pickles, and said with a face of enjoyment: "I haven't eaten a hot thing for many days." "Don't you usually have time for hot meals?" Jiang Xiaoye smiles and pours hot water into his marching pot. "I don't have a chance. I haven't said a word with my children for half a month. In our line of business, we get up early and go late at night. We don't have electric lights. In order to save oil, the children also go to bed early. If it's not bright in the morning, I'm going to leave. Now I don't know whether the children will grow tall or not." The peddler laughed, but his voice was full of bitterness. Ask for a monthly ticket www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
