Siheyuan: I just want to wait until the end of the play

Silly Zhu was pushed to the ground, still shouting: "Xu Damao, I'm going to kill you!"

But when the guards asked him why he wanted to kill people, he remained silent.

In addition, the "victim" Xu Damao rarely held Sha Zhu accountable, so the escort team had no choice but to let Sha Zhu go.

Everyone was curious about what happened, but all the cooks, including MCA, kept silent about it.

This matter has become a secret.

…

Get off work in the evening.

Li Qiao first went to the pigeon market.

The corn and rice he planted have been harvested and stored in the system space.

He plans to sell them today.

Corn and rice are not like vegetables and cannot be sold in the morning, so he came to the pigeon market in the evening.

In addition, corn is whole and rice is still in the husk, so they need to be processed before they can be sold.

"Boss, I've been waiting for you for two days, and I've finally waited for you!"

As soon as Li Qiao arrived at Pigeon Market, he was stopped by a man.

He looked back and saw, wasn't this the uncle who rented the car the day before yesterday?

The uncle seemed very happy to see Li Qiao.

"Boss, you can rent my car again today and I will bring you goods. You can give me less. I haven't been open for two days."

Li Qiao still covered his head with a scarf today, not showing his true face.

Unexpectedly, this uncle recognized him at a glance, which showed that this uncle was really waiting for him here.

Li Qiao looked at his uncle's truck and said, "Okay, I'll rent your car, and you'll help me haul the goods for 50 cents each time!"

The uncle was immediately overjoyed: "Boss, you don't need so much, just ten or two cents. I'm willing to work with you every day!"

Li Qiao's voice suddenly became serious: "My money is not that easy to earn. You can't see what you're not allowed to see, you can't listen to what you're not allowed to hear, and you can't say what you're not allowed to say. Can you do it?"

The uncle was obviously startled and asked weakly: "You...what do you do?"

“If you can do it, do it; if you can’t do it, just leave!”

Li Qiao didn't explain much.

"I will do it, I will do it!" the uncle quickly responded.

"Can you do what I asked you to do?"

"Don't worry, we Sichuan people keep our word, otherwise we won't be able to give birth to a baby without a butt hole!"

Li Qiao was amused, patted the uncle on the shoulder and said, "Okay, come with me."

"Boss, sit down and I'll take you away. You can direct me wherever you go!"

The uncle couldn't help but put Li Qiao on the carriage and pulled him on the road.

Li Qiao once again experienced the feeling of a rickshaw.

When they came to a secluded alley, Li Qiao asked his uncle to wait outside while he pulled the car into the alley to load the goods.

In order to test whether the uncle was really honest, Li Qiao specially observed at the entrance of the alley for a while.

The uncle has been smoking dry cigarettes with his back to the alley, nothing unusual.

Li Qiao first extracted the rice from the space and loaded it into a cart.

There is a lot of rice harvested this time, and it will definitely not fit in one cart.

Of course, Li Qiao never thought of selling out all at once. This time he just came out to explore the market.

"Okay, uncle."

Li Qiao loaded the car and called the uncle to come in and pull the car.

The uncle really took Li Qiao's request to heart, so even though there was uncontrollable shock in his eyes when he saw so much rice for the first time, he didn't show it. He just quickly took out a piece of gray tarpaulin and a strip of linen.

rope and begin to cover the grain.

"Boss, you can't expose so much food to the outside, and you can't walk on the street."

The uncle reminded me while covering his head.

Li Qiao nodded, trusting his uncle a little more in his heart.

It was my first time selling grain and I didn’t understand anything. If it weren’t for this uncle, there would definitely be a lot of problems.

After the thatching was finished, Li Qiao said: "Let's go and find a place to harvest rice."

"Boss, sit down too and I'll pull you along!"

"No need. I'll help you push the cart."

"Thank you, boss!"

The uncle pulled the frame truck hard.

Li Qiao pushed and the truck started.

With his uncle's guidance, Li Qiao quickly found a rice harvesting place.

It's a mill.

Rice must be processed and shelled before it can be turned into rice.

That's exactly what the mill does.

On the way, the uncle had already explained the precautions for selling grain.

Li Qiao remembered everything in his heart.

For example, the price of food in this era.

The price of rice is 16 cents per pound.

The price of corn is one cent per pound.

Because the rice still needs to be processed, the price must not be higher than 16 cents, probably around 12 cents or 13 cents.

With these reminders, Li Qiao had a rough estimate of how much his truck of grain could sell for.

"Boss, the miller is out. You talk to him, and I'll go to the side and have a cigarette."

The uncle really knows the rules. Ever since Li Qiao put forward the three requirements, the uncle has always kept them in mind and never dared to exceed them.

Li Qiao talked with the miller for a while, and finally settled the deal at a price of ten cents per catty.

This price is a bit low, but this is Li Qiao's first time selling grain, and he doesn't care about the one or two cent price difference.

Li Qiao asked his uncle to come over to move the grain and weigh it. After the miller inspected the grain, it was time to pay.

The uncle walked away knowingly and did not pry how much Li Qiao sold for.

This cart of rice weighed more than 400 kilograms, which was only ten cents per kilogram. Li Qiao earned more than 40 yuan.

This is higher than his monthly salary.

After that, Li Qiao and his uncle left the mill.

By this time, it was getting dark.

The uncle pulled Li Qiao and ran in the dark night of Sijiu City.

Li Qiao asked several times to get out of the car and walk alone, but the uncle refused.

When passing by a seed station, Li Qiao asked his uncle to wait for a while.

He walked into the seed station and prepared to buy seeds.

However, in this era, buying anything requires a ticket, and buying seeds is no exception.

Li Qiao didn't have a seed ticket, so he could only look at the dazzling array of seeds with envy.

"Only places like Pigeon Market can trade freely."

Li Qiao sighed.

Pigeon Market is an underground trading place. You can buy and sell all kinds of things without a ticket, as long as you don't get caught by the authorities.

Unfortunately, the seeds in the pigeon market are few in variety, of poor quality, and not in large quantities, which are completely unable to meet Li Qiao's needs.

The uncle still pulled Li Qiao to the gate of the steel rolling mill.

Li Qiao did not want to reveal his residence.

"Uncle, thank you for your hard work."

Li Qiao handed over fifty cents.

The uncle took it excitedly, his face flushed, and he didn't know whether it was because of the heat or something else.

"Boss, you are the savior of my family. Without this money, our family will go hungry."

The uncle said excitedly.

At this time, Sijiucheng could earn 50 cents a day, which could support a family.

Li Qiao understood the situation, patted the uncle on the shoulder and said, "See you later, uncle."

"Boss, my name is Han Siwa, you can just call me Han Laosi from now on!"

The uncle said to Li Qiao.

"Okay, Fourth Uncle Han."

Li Qiao waved his hand and his figure disappeared into the darkness.

Han Laosi carefully put away the 50 cents and drove the car home with satisfaction.