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Si Ningning was a little embarrassed and said: "It's not pork, it's roast chicken and roast duck, one each... In addition to this, there are also noodles and a military kettle."

When they heard it wasn't pork, a third of the people immediately gave up the idea, shook their heads and left.

The remaining two-thirds of the people were still stopping, wanting to take a look at the quality of the things.

Si Ningning took out a roast duck from the basket, peeled off some plastic wrap and handed it to others to see. Once someone reached out to touch it, she immediately took back her hand and frowned as a reminder: "You can only look at it, not touch it."

"What's the price of this chicken?" someone asked.

"This is a duck." Si Ningning kept saying the same thing, "A duck weighs three and a half to four pounds. It has been oiled and seasoned. It costs three yuan a piece without a ticket."

A small corner of the plastic film was opened, revealing the roasted red and shiny duck skin. Regardless of whether it smells good or not, just seeing the light is enough to make people unable to take their eyes off it.

Many people were excited, but when they heard that Si Ningning was not honored, they immediately backed down.

With just a few pounds and a few taels, it would be even more difficult to convince the old guys at the rubber factory just because Si Ningning was different from "Brother Yang" and the others. She was a new face.

As a result, another group of people chose to evacuate.

In the end, I tried my best to come here and make a lot of money, but in the end I only sold a roast duck and a military kettle.

The roast duck was bought by four people together.

The workers returned to work in the rubber factory, and the alley became empty. Si Ningning sighed and gathered his things, and he picked up the rope on his back and was about to put it on his shoulders, when suddenly a pair of feet staring at straw sandals appeared in his field of vision.

She raised her head, and the dazzling sunlight shone down from the top of her head. Under the messy broken hair on her forehead, her eyes were narrowed.

The man whom the monkey called Brother Yang stood in front of her, looking down at her.

what?

Is this repentance and looking for trouble?

Si Ningning narrowed her eyes suspiciously, but heard the other party ask in a low voice: "You still have a chicken, right?"

"..." Si Ningning nodded, "Yeah."

Gu Yang asked for the remaining roast chicken in Si Ningning's hand.

Roast chicken is not as heavy as roast duck, about two pounds. Si Ningning calculated it according to two pounds. On the market, live chickens and live ducks cost 68 cents per catty, and roasted Si Ningning sells for 80 cents per catty.

This is reasonable. After all, according to normal "investment", roast chicken and roast duck not only need to be brushed with oil and added with ingredients, but also the feathers and internal organs must be shaved off.

Brother Yang took the roasted chicken and weighed it. After making sure it was OK, he directly removed the plastic wrap, pulled off two chicken legs and handed them to his two brothers behind him.

Although the two young men behind him were tall and tall, their faces looked childish, and they should be around sixteen or seventeen years old.

One of the teenagers took the chicken leg neatly, while the other shook his head and declined, "Brother Yang, I'm not hungry. Let's keep this for my grandma and sister-in-law."

"And." Without saying a word, Brother Yang stuffed the chicken legs into the boy who refused, then wrapped them in plastic wrap and stuffed the remaining roast chicken into the bamboo basket on his waist. He looked at Si Ningning and said, "Rubber

The factory's business is not that easy. Next time you have to sell goods, bring a steel scale in advance."

This is probably a friendly reminder.

"Thank you." Si Ningning put the money into his pocket and thanked him gently.

Yang Ge and others climbed over the wall from the alley and left, while Si Ningning put the basket on her back and turned around and walked towards the main street of the town.

I was in a hurry when I came here and didn't pay much attention to both sides of the alley. When I went back, I discovered that there was a green-painted scrap yard a few steps away from the corner of the alley.

The scrap yard was small in size. There was a rocking chair placed inside the door. A thin old man with a pointed head and a bald head was lying on the rocking chair, swinging a cattail leaf fan. He was indifferent to the people coming and going, let alone interested.

Just looking at the green paint on the door, Si Ningning knew the reason.

What else could it be, a public meal, if there are people there, just welcome it, and if there is no one, don't say a word.

Si Ningning took a look and was about to leave. Out of the corner of her eye, she accidentally saw the wooden boards and small tables in the room. Her heart moved slightly and she walked in.

Among the piles of rags, the small table was particularly exquisite, with a white lacquered table top, table corners, and table legs outlined with golden lace, a Western style from the late Qing Dynasty.

It is exquisite and luxurious, but unfortunately, a hole as big as a fist was smashed into the tabletop, but it can still be used by nailing a new board.

"To be a gentleman of the people, you must first be a student of the people. Old comrade, do you want to sell the small table?"

"Serve the people." The old man lazily picked up the quotation without raising his eyes, "Wood costs two cents per catty, and porcelain costs five cents per catty. Pick what you want, and weigh it after you have done it."

On weighing?

And, there’s also porcelain?

Si Ningning's eyelids twitched. Is this what she thought?

The old man didn't say anything. He turned the cattail leaf fan upside down and pointed toward the room, asking Si Ningning to go in and take a look.

Si Ningning didn't do anything, so she put the basket at the door and walked in by herself.

The scrap station doesn't look big from the outside, but after walking a few steps inside, you find that there is another compartment inside. The compartment is closed, has no windows, no ventilation, poor light, and a strange smell inside.

Si Ningning also smelled a similar smell before when he first arrived at the Third Team to clean up the educated youth camp. It was actually the smell of rat excrement and damp musty.

After glancing between the two sides, Si Ningning took a small iron rod against the wall. She was not afraid of mice, but she was concerned about the dust and excrement being dirty.

There are a lot of things in the room, including broken drawers and broken screens, copper basins, iron bowls, broken porcelain pieces, and some cupboards.

Some are completely in tatters, while others appear to be well-preserved, but have suffered varying degrees of man-made damage.

Most of these things are "publicly paid". If a big shot takes them home for their own use, they may be accused of being a private collector and a capitalist, so they are all taken to the scrap station.

Because most of them are porcelain bowls and wood-type things. People in this era don’t know much about it. Bowls are available in every home. As for wood and other things, if you can’t afford coal for winter and don’t have enough firewood, you will come to places like scrapyards.

Go shopping and buy some broken tables and benches, chop them up and use them as firewood.

After all, this is much more cost-effective than buying coal.

Si Ningning originally just wanted to find a table to use back home. Hearing that there was also porcelain, he couldn't help but become a little interested. If he wanted to find some valuable porcelain and make a fortune, that's not the case.

However, when I was rummaging through a pile of junk, I did expect that I would be the lucky one and find something good.

Si Ningning used an iron rod to test and came across a snakeskin bag. The contents inside and the iron rod made a crisp sound when they hit it.

Si Ningning immediately put down the iron rod, grabbed the edge of the snakeskin bag, lowered the bag, and slowly poured out the contents.

The outer layer was made of some rags. When Si Ningning pulled it, small black particles were faintly shaken out from the inside. Along with the weird smell, Si Ningning knew that those were rat droppings.

She was a little disgusted, so she grabbed the iron rod instead of her hand and opened the offal, revealing the dishes underneath.

Turning the bottom of the plate up, there was a square red stamp printed on the bottom. The light was not good, and Si Ningning couldn't see clearly what year the red stamp was on, but it just told her that it was probably a good thing!

Si Ningning quickly turned the plate over, and when she saw the pattern on it, her eyes widened.

Good guy!!!

The plate has a white bottom with a circle of sapphire blue and white flowers extending out. The blue and white lines are smooth and the colors are well-proportioned. It looks very delicate just by looking at it. But the bad thing is that there is a big, fiery red and majestic rooster printed on the bottom of the plate!

Si Ningning doesn't know much about antiques, but he has watched many treasure appraisal columns in the past, and has more or less superficial knowledge, but no antique can be matched like this.

It’s so true that it can’t be false anymore!

Then he brought the plate up to his eyes, turning it upside down. Si Ningning vaguely saw the words stamped in red on the bottom: The Third Kiln Factory of Xi County, Province H.

The veins on Si Ningning's forehead were pulsing. He sighed and put the things back into the snakeskin bag. After that, he searched a few times in the same way. He couldn't find any reliable porcelain, but he did find a golden spoon.

The handle of the spoon was cylindrical with vague carvings on it. Si Ningning weighed it in his hands and estimated that it weighed about 25 to 30 grams. If it was gold, then the entire spoon should be solid.

After counting, Si Ningning stopped and ordered a small table and wooden board outside for the old man to weigh.

State-owned enterprises use public scales for weighing, and the weight scale is unified across the country. The weighing rod alone is one meter long.

The old man brought a pole, tied up the things, and used the pole to pass through the steelyard. He asked Si Ningning to carry one end and stretched out the table and the board. The old man squinted his eyes and moved the weight, "Twenty-six pounds and two taels, wood is worthless.

I'll wipe it out for you two taels, a total of one dime and three cents."

The old man waved his hand and signaled Si Ningning to put down the pole. He took the pole away and said, "There is a hemp rope here. If you want the hemp rope, I will tie it up for you. It will cost you an extra penny."

"Okay." Si Ningning nodded and handed over the golden spoon, "How much does this cost? Let's calculate it together."

The old man was bending down to tie the table. When he saw the golden spoon, he raised his head and stared at Si Ningning, "It's fifty cents the size of gold."

Si Ningning nodded and was about to pay. The old man said in a deep tone, "How many times have people scanned this place? Little boy, let me tell you straight away that this thing has a big head and it can't be real."

of."

These are turbulent times, but gold is a symbol of wealth no matter what era it is in. It does not mean that it will depreciate just because of the turbulent years.

Even if it does depreciate, it will be a general depreciation of prices, and it is impossible for gold to depreciate alone.

In order to avoid suspicion, the superiors generally do not take away these items. They are taken to the scrap station and disposed of. The real bargains come from those who ransack their homes, as well as some local residents who have many ideas and are far-sighted.

I don’t know how many brave people are staring at the scrapyard in the dark, waiting for new things to be delivered every month so that they can catch the first wave.

Before Si Ningning came here this month, the scrapyard had been raided by different people more than ten times. Even if there was real money hidden in it, it would have been taken away by others.

Si Ningning was quick-thinking and probably understood what the old man meant, but she smiled faintly and handed over the sixty-three cents, "It's not a glorious thing. I hope the old comrade won't reveal it to anyone."

There were only a few people who dared to come to the scrap yard to pan for gold but were ruthless. The old man from the scrap yard took the money and saw that Si Ningning had made up his mind and said nothing. He waved the back of his hand toward the door, indicating that Si Ningning could leave.

Si Ningning stuffed the spoon into her pocket and actually put it into the space. She picked up the basket and thanked her, then walked out of the scrap station with the tied table in her arms.

After turning two corners in the alley, she faintly heard the sound of pedestrians walking and talking on the main street not far ahead. Si Ningning put down the table and looked around while wiping the sweat from her forehead to make sure there was no one around. She put the table away

Entering the space, carrying the empty basket out of the alley.

There are a lot of space supplies and they are complete. Si Ningning basically does not need to buy anything else. However, the problem with most of the things is in the packaging, and there is no way to take them out directly.

Si Ningning thought about it carefully and realized that it couldn't be taken out directly. It might still be possible to process it.

It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, and he still had to walk a long way home. Si Ningning didn't dare to delay and went straight to the supply and marketing cooperative.

Considering that the candies scattered before were too eye-catching, giving it once or twice is fine. Giving too much will not only be eye-catching, but may also arouse unnecessary suspicion.

Si Ningning asked the supply and marketing cooperative about the price of fruit candies. They were two pieces per penny and the packaging was very simple.

Si Ningning asked for 50 cents, and bought 100 pills, which he estimated would weigh about two kilograms.

The saleswoman was still the same Comrade Xiao He as last time. She didn't recognize Si Ningning in disguise. After Si Ningning gave him the money, she offered a transparent plastic bag about the same size as a snake skin.

The plastic bag was filled with fruit candies. She scooped out two scoops with a gourd gourd and counted them one by one in front of Si Ningning.

Fortunately, there were no other customers at the supply and marketing cooperative at the moment, otherwise the designated party would have been so anxious that it would have stomped its feet.

While the salesperson was counting candies, Si Ningning asked, "Are there any weighing machines here?"

"No, you can go to the department store. There is a special equipment store in the corner on the first floor."

Si Ningning said "Oh" and asked again: "Are there tooth saws and plastic bags for sale here? The bags don't need to be too big, just palm-sized ones."

"You're talking about brown sugar bags, right? There are some, five cents a pack, twenty pieces a pack." The salesman raised his head and glanced at Si Ningning, smiling shyly, "The supply and marketing cooperative sells toothed saw blades, they are iron, you

You have to install the handle yourself when you buy it back."

Si Ningning nodded and said, "I want both the saw blade and the sugar bag. I'll bring four piles of sugar bags first. By the way, how much does the saw blade cost?"

"Eight points for the saw blade." The salesperson counted the candies and poured them into the basket on Si Ningning's back. Then he turned around and went to the back shelf to get the sugar bags and saw blades. During this period, he casually chatted with Si Ningning, "Why do you need so many sugar bags? There is a happy event at home.

What?"

"Well, yes." Si Ningning responded perfunctorily.

The salesperson brought everything over and put it on the counter.

Not wanting to continue to deal with it, or in other words, not wanting to continue to make up more meaningless lies, Si Ningning quickly made a calculation in his mind. He had already given the money for the fruit candies, and now it was just a saw blade and a sugar bag, a total of 28 cents.

point.

Si Ningning took out the crumpled dime from his pocket, neatly counted two cents and eight cents and handed it over.

The salesperson never mentioned asking for tickets before, and Si Ningning didn't mention it either.

Off-topic: It's on the shelves today. It contains five chapters with a total of 20,000 words, each chapter is 4,000.

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