Parallel Rebirth 1980

Horizontal shelves, balance: 0, currently rechargeable is 10 yuan.

The moment Zhang Qingan held the money in his palm, the option of recharging appeared in front of him.

[Snack Category: 1] (When a single category reaches 10 items, the next category can be opened. Adding items to the first row costs 100 yuan each time.)

Melon seeds: 1 jiao/1000g (milk, caramel, sour...)

The only product on the shelf is melon seeds, which come in many flavors. There is an option to add products behind the melon seeds, but adding a product costs 100 yuan. One hundred yuan is enough to marry half a eldest sister.

Zhang Qing'an is actually a little worried. The price of melon seeds in the system is 1000g. Because the original owner has never eaten melon seeds, he doesn't know what the current price of melon seeds is in this world.

A pound or two is cheap compared to a pound of meat, but it is ridiculously expensive compared to a pound of sweet potatoes and cabbage.

Zhang Qingan carried the package early the next morning.

"There is water and sweet potatoes in it. Don't forget to eat it if you get hungry on the way. There are also some pickled radishes I brought for your eldest sister. You go to the town to see if there is any fruit or something. Bring a little bit with you. You can't be empty-handed. It's ridiculous.

"

Fruit, that's an expensive thing... Seeing that the old man didn't say anything, it was obvious that the message had been passed on. In an era when men were in charge, women from poor families had to report every penny they spent.

Wang Ailian prepared her son's luggage early in the morning. The taciturn second sister packed the pickled radish in a bag and handed it to Zhang Qing'an. Although Zhangjia Village is only about ten miles away from Changhe Town, the road is not smooth and walking is difficult.

It takes half a day, so Zhang Qing'an actually doesn't go to town that often when he's grown up.

"Let's go, let's go, walk in the middle of the road, don't step towards the river."

Zhang Weiguo smoked cheap dry cigarettes and warned him that he was the only son in the family.

After bidding farewell to his parents and second sister, Zhang Qingan walked down the road in the mud pit along his memory. There was a ten-mile long river from Zhangjiacun to Changhe Town. I heard that many children drowned in the past, so the old man gave the advice just now.

Go, go, go, go~

How many years have passed~

The spring grass is sprouting~

It’s spring and summer again~

Go, go, go, go...

…

The shadow of Zhangjiacun is getting smaller and smaller. Zhang Qing'an is humming a little tune and smelling the fragrance of flowers and striding towards the sky. When passing other villages, he can occasionally see the figures of farmers with their backs to the sky and their faces facing the loess, and simple children chasing each other among the fields.

Playing with butterflies, they stood up when they heard the singing and listened curiously to this unfamiliar song full of melody~.

This is an era of poverty and backwardness, but also a clean and clear era. Zhang Qing'an's heart, which was still a little out of place, suddenly seemed to let go...

Following the main road and stepping on the lawn, Zhang Qingan seemed to be traveling around the mountains and rivers, and unknowingly he had arrived at Changhe Town.

Changhe Town originally had only about a hundred households. Due to geographical reasons, it became a gathering place for surrounding villages. People from surrounding villages would come to Changhe Town for the market every Saturday. Later, processing plants were established in the surrounding area, and the area slowly developed.

Speaking of factories, except for the kiln factory in Changhe Town, which is state-owned, the two quilt-making processing factories and the screw factory are privately owned. They were invested and built by big bosses recruited by the local government. I heard that a lot of effort was wasted in the beginning.

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When we have money, we will build one too...

After entering the town, Zhang Qingan could only go to the small shop in the town if he wanted to buy something since he was not going to the market.

Zhang Qingan poked his head around. The small shop was only about ten square meters, and there were not many things that caught the eye. In addition to small snacks, there were also some small toys from the 1980s, such as marbles and pictures. As for fruits,

, Zhang Qingan didn’t see it at all.

"Boss, do you have any melon seeds for sale?"

It didn't matter whether there was fruit or not. He was here to get information about melon seeds, but when he glanced at the snacks, candies, spicy sticks sold separately, and some snacks that were similar to potato chips but not potato chips, he didn't see melon seeds.

"Yes, yes."

The proprietress was a middle-aged woman in her forties, wearing an old cotton-padded jacket. Under Zhang Qing'an's surprised gaze, the woman took out a jar from under the counter, which contained melon seeds.

"How do you sell these melon seeds?"

Zhang Qingan asked.

"Fifty cents per catty, sell one or two together, how much do you want?"

5 cents per pound, which is one yuan per kilogram?

In his own system, one kilogram costs 10 cents, but there are nine times the net profit. The profit is so high? Zhang Qingan was so shocked that he could hear his own heartbeat.

"Do you want more?"

The proprietress pressed one hand on the cap of the bottle and did not unscrew it. There were many people who did not buy after knowing the price. She was used to it. After all, there were only a few people selling melon seeds and they were too expensive.

Zhang Qingan looked at the stall again and pointed to the doll beside him: "How much does this doll cost?"

"This one was originally one yuan and ten cents, and it contains electronics. Electronic products are generally expensive nowadays. Ten yuan and twenty is normal. I took a picture of the one that can talk. This is the only one left. If you want it, it will cost you one yuan."

Sell ​​you cheap."

The proprietress looked at the dolls on the stall and said, "In fact, these dolls are not easy to sell, they are too expensive. This is why there are so few in his stall."

"Okay, I'll give you one dollar."

Zhang Qing'an took out money from his pocket, including one yuan, one dime, and one cent. He took out a dollar bill with the largest denomination and handed it over.

"Boss lady, your melon seeds are hidden in the corner. Most people who want to buy them can't see them."

The proprietress who took the one-yuan note was in a good mood and said casually: "If you don't go to the market for melon seeds, there will be few people buying them. We don't have a lot of rich people in the county. If you put them outside and look at them, they will easily lose their flavor and they won't taste good."

It’s hard to sell.”

Yes, after all, it’s only 50 cents per pound, so it’s not cheap.

"Boss, I have good news for you."

Zhang Qing'an began to get into the topic, and he calmed down: "Actually, I have a friend who is in the melon seed business. If he sells melon seeds to you, you don't need to pay any capital. If you make money, you can just share the profit. Are you willing?

Don’t want to do it?”

The female boss looked at the young man in front of her with a smile: "You don't need any capital but you can still share the profits? Is this such a good thing?"

Zhang Qing'an gave the reason: "After all, you have left the stall, and you still need to recommend it to the customers who come. For melon seeds, I will only charge you 4 cents per pound, and the rest is yours. What do you think?"

Zhang Qingan originally wanted to ask about the purchase price of melon seeds from outside, but this kind of thing is inherently sensitive for merchants, so he only asked tentatively.

"Okay, if your friend is really like you said, I can do whatever you want, but I really won't pay."

Hu Xiangmei has never heard of doing business without capital, and she is actually willing to give up 5 cents of profit for a pound of melon seeds. You must know that when they go to the county to purchase melon seeds, the purchase price of melon seeds is 40.7 cents, and even the prices charged by the big players are not

Maybe less than 4 cents and 50 cents, she was already excited.

"That's great, which flavor do you usually sell better?" Zhang Qing'an asked.

Hu Xiangmei looked at the boy in front of her in confusion: "Taste, do melon seeds have different flavors? Aren't they all salty?"

Zhang Qing'an was stunned and quickly realized that melon seeds with various flavors may not have appeared in this period. This news is good. Since his melon seeds have many flavors, the sales will definitely become smoother...

"I have exactly ten kilograms of milk-flavored milk here. Please weigh it. If you don't mind, I'll put it in yours first."

Zhang Qingan put his hand into the bag in his backpack, but actually bought 5 cents worth of melon seeds from the mall and put them in it.

There really is!

Hu Xiangmei looked at a big bag of melon seeds with surprise in her eyes. Ten kilograms of melon seeds are equivalent to 5 yuan. This person took it in his hand casually. He was really doing melon seed business.

"You really don't need money?" Hu Xiangmei said and added: "Also, I won't pay compensation if it goes stale."

Regarding the milky flavor, she automatically ignored it. Aren't melon seeds all salty? There is no milky flavor. Milk is a more precious thing.

"Just sell it. I'll come back after a while. I'll decide how much to put in here based on how much you sell. The condition is that my melon seeds must be put on the bright side."

"Okay, okay."

The first business was easily accomplished, and Zhang Qingxi picked out some more candies, the kind that cost two cents each.

My brother-in-law's family lives in the upper half of Changhe Town. There are generally tiled houses and bungalows here, and because of occasional rain leaks, most of them are covered with a layer of black oil.

Zhang Qing'an found his brother-in-law's house according to his memory. From a distance, he saw Zhang Qingping hanging clothes to dry at the door and his little niece Li Lianying playing in the mud.

"Sister!"

Zhang Qing'an spoke from a distance, and Zhang Qingping, who was drying her clothes, turned around and saw the young man walking towards him, with a look of surprise in her beautiful eyes:

"Yao brother?"