Siheyuan: Starting from 1958

The purpose of Wang Dong's saying this to Huang Longfei and Tang Dashan was very simple.

Let the two apprentices no longer be afraid of the three masters in the yard from the bottom of their hearts, let them know that they are the masters of the yard, no matter what they do, as long as it is not against the law, they do not need to look at the faces of the three masters.

Seeing the two apprentices in deep thought, Wang Dong continued: "The three masters have no right to manage us..."

"The reason why the street chose three uncles in the yard is not to manage us on behalf of the street, but to let the three uncles help publicize some documents and policies of the street and help coordinate neighborhood relations. They do not have any law enforcement power."

"Otherwise, why is it that every time they target us in the yard, they back off when I suggest we go to the street office and the police?"

"Since the street and police have been in charge, they no longer have the courage to show off in front of us."

"So next time you face those three uncles, don't be scared. There's nothing to be afraid of."

"From now on, if they want to bully others in the courtyard and hold a meeting, as long as it has nothing to do with us, everyone can just not attend."

"As long as we can't hold the general meeting, Yi Zhonghai and Yan Fugui won't have a chance to deal with us in the yard."

The worried expressions on Tang Dashan and Huang Longfei's faces disappeared instantly.

He quickly glanced around and confirmed that there was no one nearby before whispering, "Master..."

"I plan to go to Pigeon City with Long Fei to buy food tonight. Are you going?"

Wang Dong hasn't been to Gezi City for several months since he was able to buy grain from Director Zhou. To be honest, he also wanted to go to Gezi City to see how much the grain prices have soared and how much grain is left in Gezi City.

If you are lucky, you might even run into a few old and young people who are reselling their property and exchange them for some treasures, and you would immediately nod your head.

"We'll set off in half an hour..."

"Go out separately and meet at the entrance of Pigeon City..."

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Compared to a few months ago, the pigeon market is obviously more lively now.

But at a glance, the alley was almost full of people who wanted to buy things, but there were very few people actually selling things.

"Is there two-piece noodles here?" A cry of surprise suddenly sounded not far away.

Dozens of people nearby who wanted to buy things rushed over, but soon dispersed.

One of the middle-aged men who wanted to buy something cursed as he walked: "One pound of noodles for three cents, isn't this just robbery..."

"Yesterday, a pound of flour was only 23 cents, but today it has almost increased by half, almost equal to the price of white flour. I'd better buy corn flour..."

Huang Longfei and Tang Dashan both gasped. They didn't expect that the price of noodles that used to be sold for a few cents per pound would increase to thirty cents.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never believe it.

He subconsciously wanted to leave, but was stopped by Wang Dong.

"Where are you going? We finally found some food, why don't you take it down quickly..."

"30 cents a pound is 30 cents a pound, forget what I told you before..."

"If you miss this opportunity, you will miss this store. Hurry up and act..."

Huang Longfei and Tang Dashan had absolute trust in Wang Dong and immediately squeezed into the crowd.

Soon, they squeezed out of the crowd, each carrying a cloth bag on their backs. When they came in front of Wang Dong, they said with relief on their faces, "Master..."

"Luckily you let us help, otherwise we wouldn't even be able to buy these twenty kilograms of flour..."

"When we squeezed in, several people were bargaining with the seller, trying to buy all the noodles for 25 cents."

"Without saying anything, we immediately took out six dollars to buy all the noodles..."

"Then these people regretted their purchase and chased the seller to ask if he had any more 2-in-1 noodles."

Wang Dong nodded: "It seems that the food in Sijiu City is getting less and less..."

"We walked around for almost half an hour, and we only saw one vendor selling food..."

"From now on, when you see grain, no matter what the price is, sell it immediately, otherwise it will be bought by others."

"You guys continue to look for food. I'll go around the area..."

Ten minutes later, Wang Dong actually met a middle-aged man selling cured chicken. His face was covered with a white cloth. The cured chicken was placed in a basket covered with a piece of cloth.

There was also a young man standing next to them. Judging from their attire, they must be an old man and a young man from a family that had fallen on hard times. He was holding a small porcelain bowl and discussing something with the middle-aged man selling chickens.

Wang Dong got the general idea only after he got closer.

The young man wanted to buy the cured chicken in the basket to improve his diet, but he had no money, so he planned to exchange it for an antique small bowl.

How would a middle-aged man selling cured chicken know what is an antique?

In his eyes, no matter how antique the small bowl in the young man's hand was, it was just a porcelain bowl and was of no use to him.

Just as the two were entangled, Wang Dong suddenly said: "This uncle..."

"How much do you plan to sell the cured chicken in your basket for?"

"Five dollars..." the middle-aged man answered hesitantly.

The young man holding the antique bowl was unhappy and immediately said to Wang Dong: "What do you want to do? I like these two cured chickens..."

"The small bowl in my hand is an antique. I refused to sell it even though someone offered it for 100 yuan a year ago. Today, I am exchanging this small bowl for two cured chickens. This person has made a lot of money. Why shouldn't I exchange it..."

Wang Dong didn't waste any words, he took out ten yuan from his pocket and said: "Don't worry..."

"To be honest, I like this antique bowl..."

"Give me the bowl, give the ten dollars to uncle, and you take the two cured chickens. No one will suffer a loss..."

The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed when he saw the big unity cup that Wang Dong took out, and he nodded immediately: "I just want money, not a small bowl..."

"What a crap antique. It's useless to me. It's better to spend ten dollars on it."

The cured chicken in the basket is so tempting.

The young man’s family was very wealthy. They owned an entire courtyard house. Antiques in the house filled an entire room, and the small bowl was just one of the antiques.

But the antiques that were once valuable are now worthless.

He had no job to earn money, so he could only bring antiques to the pigeon market to exchange for food.

If I can’t bring these two cured chickens back, my family will definitely go hungry. I nodded immediately: “Here…”

"From today on, this little bowl belongs to you..."

After saying that, he snatched the basket from the middle-aged man's hand and held it tightly in his arms, fearing that someone else would snatch it away.

Wang Dong followed behind him and asked in a low voice.

"I can see that you are short of money, but you have no shortage of antiques..."

"There are elderly people in my family who like to collect antiques..."

"If you have an idea, you can sell me some...but the price must be fair, don't try to blackmail me..."

"If we both agree, I still have a batch of grain to sell to you..."

"Although it's not a lot, I can still get 40 or 50 kilograms..."

"There are more than 30 kilograms of white flour, but I don't know if you are interested..."

"But I want to remind you of one thing..."

“It’s not two years ago…”

"Don't try to fool me with the price of antiques from two years ago..."

"I only care about the current price of antiques..."

"Just like now..."

"Although your small bowl was worth a hundred yuan two years ago, it's not two years ago now. In the Pigeon Market, your small bowl worth a hundred yuan is only worth ten yuan for two cured chickens..."

"As long as the price is fair, I can spend a hundred dollars to buy the antique in your hand..."

"Similarly, you can also use antiques to buy the dozens of kilograms of grain I have..."

"But the current grain prices are a bit high, especially white flour. I hope you can be mentally prepared in advance." (End of this chapter)