Siheyuan: Starting from 1958

Seeing that the third aunt's face was full of confusion, Yan Fugui patiently explained.

"I just heard Huang Longfei say that even at the high price of 30 cents per pound in the Pigeon Market, they couldn't sell it. They were lucky to have managed to snatch more than 10 pounds of food."

"If you spread the news, everyone in the yard will go to Pigeon Market to buy food. Can we still grab food?"

"With more people buying food and fewer people selling it, the price of food in the pigeon market will definitely continue to rise."

"We have to wait until we have enough food stored before we can talk about it."

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The next night, Wang Dong, Huang Longfei and Tang Dashan just appeared in Pigeon City, and the masked Yan Fugui followed in not long after.

Looking at the pigeon market with many buyers and few sellers, Yan Fugui frowned subconsciously. But he was very happy in his heart, thinking that he had come to the right place.

I had been walking around for less than five minutes when I saw a group of people surrounding a middle-aged man carrying a backpack.

Yan Fugui thought the police had arrived and was so scared that he tried to run away.

Everyone was bargaining around the middle-aged man, and after hearing the discussions of people around him, he realized that those people were there to steal food.

The middle-aged man carrying the basket on his back came to the pigeon market to sell grain.

Hurry and squeeze into the crowd.

Although I heard from Wang Dong yesterday that the price of two-piece noodles in the Pigeon Market was already three cents per pound, I haven't seen it with my own eyes after all.

There was about 20 jin and 20 jin of flour in the backpack, and Yan Fugui could see it clearly.

From his experience, he could tell that these 20 kilograms of flour were very well preserved and of very good quality. If the price wasn't too high, he would have wanted to buy it immediately.

The price is exactly the same as Wang Dong said, 30 cents per pound.

The people around thought the price was too high and were bargaining with the middle-aged man, wanting to buy it for 25 cents.

Yan Fugui was waiting nearby, planning to wait for them to lower the price before taking the opportunity to buy some.

Just then, Tang Dashan and Huang Longfei suddenly squeezed in.

He lifted the black cloth covering the backpack and made sure that there was no problem with the noodles. Then he took out six dollars and handed it to the seller.

"One pound and two ounces of flour cost thirty cents, a total of twenty pounds, six dollars..."

"Please keep the money. We bought these 20 catties of flour..."

Several people who were bargaining with the seller became anxious and immediately stepped forward to stop them: "You guys always say first come first served... We saw these two-piece noodles first, why should we sell them to you..."

Huang Longfei and Tang Dashan were both tall and strong, and they were not afraid of the middle-aged man in front of them. Holding two cups of noodles in their hands, they sneered and asked, "Have you paid?"

The middle-aged man frowned and argued: "Although we haven't paid yet, we can bargain with the seller. As long as the price is right, we will definitely pay immediately..."

Huang Longfei replied: "Since no money has been paid, then these two-grain noodles belong to the seller. I will pay the seller and receive the goods. Is there any problem..."

After saying that, he did not forget to ask the buyer: "This big brother..."

"Do you want to continue bargaining with these people and sell the noodles to them, or just sell it to us brothers at the price of three cents..."

The middle-aged man selling grain answered readily: "Of course I will sell it to you..."

"The price of two-cow flour in the Pigeon Market has long risen to 30 cents per pound. They want to buy it at 25 cents per pound. It's simply a dream..."

"These two noodles are yours from now on."

After saying this, without waiting for other people around to react, he picked up the empty backpack and hurried away.

Tang Dashan and Huang Longfei, carrying food, squeezed out of the crowd.

Although their faces were covered with black cloth, Yan Fugui was able to recognize them quickly. He was shocked. He did not expect that the two of them would be so generous in selling grain. They even skipped the step of bargaining and paid directly. He looked at the other buyers around him who had regretful expressions on their faces, and his shocked face slowly showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

No wonder they are the only two who can buy food among so many people in Pigeon City.

He decided that he would also have to act decisively in a moment.

As long as the price offered by the seller is not too excessive, take the money immediately.

Otherwise, you may return empty-handed after a night.

Ten minutes later, two more masked men selling food entered the Pigeon City.

This time, Yan Fugui did not choose to bargain. He paid the money after hearing the price and cursed at other buyers around him.

The food brought by the other masked man was bought again by Huang Longfei and Tang Dashan.

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While several people were looking for food everywhere, Wang Dong went directly to a trading point he had agreed with the other party yesterday.

The young man also had his face covered and had a bag on his back that looked bulging, so it must have contained a lot of good stuff.

He squinted his eyes and looked around vigilantly.

When his eyes focused on Wang Dong, a hint of joy flashed across his face, and he hurried over: "You're here..."

"I'm sure you'll like what I brought today..."

"There are antique small bowls, porcelain bottles, a small incense burner, and a copybook..."

"The small bowl and the porcelain vase both came from the palace during the Qianlong period..."

"My grandfather said that if all these antiques were added up last year, he wouldn't even sell them for 1,500 yuan!"

"Brother, you are willing to buy antiques at this time, which is equivalent to saving my family's lives. You are my family's benefactor, so I am willing to take these things out..."

"My grandfather also said that these things are treasures left by our ancestors..."

"I hope you will treat them well, otherwise they will fall into the hands of foreigners!"

Wang Dong stared into the other person's eyes and asked back, "Are you sure that the antiques in the package are all real, worth more than 1,500 yuan last year, and there are no fakes?"

The young man nodded: "If my grandfather says it's true, then it's true... I have so many antiques at home, there's no need to find one or two fake antiques to deceive you!"

"Okay... I believe you..." Wang Dong himself didn't know how to look at antiques, so the only thing he could do was to choose to trust the other party.

He took out the ten big unity notes that he had prepared in advance and said, "It's hard to check here. I'll ask someone to help take a look when I get back tonight!"

"As long as there are no counterfeits here, at this time three days later, I will bring 20 kilograms of corn flour and 10 kilograms of white flour to conduct the third transaction with you!"

"certainly……"

"If there is a fake in here, you will definitely not see me now three days later. Let's just pretend that we have never met and don't know each other!"

The young man patted his chest and assured: "Don't worry, brother..."

"If I were in the previous dynasty, I would be an lord anyway, and I wouldn't have used a few fake antiques to trick you. It's too embarrassing, and I feel ashamed to tell others about it..."

"I will definitely come over in three days..."

"I'll bring you some other treasures, I guarantee you've never seen them before!"

(End of this chapter)