My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 2 Reverse Movement
Even without eating, Weidong is still strong and powerful.

He is a high school graduate and is indeed a rare scholar that the villagers talk about.

But he loved basketball and often worked in the fields. His hardworking parents never let him go hungry. When he was eighteen or nineteen years old, he would play basketball for three to five hours after school and never felt tired even though he was sweating profusely.

He is known as a physical freak in school.

Kicking my heavy smoker uncle down with just one kick was as easy as poking a hole in the window paper.

He fell directly against the wall next to him and sat on the ground in a mess.

While shocking the relatives and friends around him, especially his mother, a great deal of unity also fell from his uncle's hands.

In the words of later generations, my mother must have been a bit of a brother-supporting demon. Together with my two aunts, she would always help my uncle to cover all the expenses.

The life-saving money that had just been paid to my father was swindled away again.

So I bent down and picked it up without saying a word, and even took away the few banknotes that my mother was holding in her hand.

"I'm going to earn some money. The medical expenses here are all paid by the construction company. Wait until I come back in a few days..."

Then he walked away in the stunned eyes of at least dozens of people!

The youthful drive gave Weidong the long-lost fighting spirit, and his heart felt like a pot of fire was burning!

There is a way, there must be a way!

Even without relying on the richest man, you can still gain a foothold.

Still thinking about it though.

While running and jumping, it seemed as if some information was struggling to jump out.

In the 1980s, anyone could make money and start a business from scratch!
This was a time when everything was in its infancy. The tax bureau said that it was only in the 1980s that people started to earn money and receive taxes.

In this barbaric and untamed era, the brave died of overeating and the timid died of starvation...

Then eat something first.

When I came out of the county hospital, my stomach was rumbling.

The state-owned restaurants and grocery stores had closed long ago, leaving only a few people carrying oil-lamp-lit shoulder poles selling tofu pudding, dandan noodles, fried cakes, wontons and other snacks on the roadside.

When Rang Weidong was studying, he never spent money on eating out. He always brought rice to steam at school.

But the lonely old man who lives alone in the guard dormitory of the tax compound always orders takeout and has a sip of wine every day.

got used to.

Now sit down, order a bowl of noodles, and look into the distance.

The next bright spot in the dark was the movie theater, which was the only place for evening entertainment in the county.

Apart from that, from day to night, there are serious and lively scenes everywhere.

Everyone is clearly arranged.

Workers are workers, farmers are farmers, and anyone who wants to do whatever they want is considered an outlier.

For example, the unusual uncle's idea was very simple. He took his strong nephew to the provincial capital to wholesale a sack of the most popular chocolate sunflower seeds, and brought it back to various towns for retail sale.

One hundred yuan can buy two hundred kilograms, which is worth fifty cents per kilogram and five cents per two ounces.

If you sell it for 20 cents per piece and it's wrapped in newspaper, it's only less than one or two ounces. You're making a lot of money.

Speaking of which, farmers in the village can plant a few sunflowers at will. After they are ripe, they can be dried in the sun or baked on the stove, and they can also eat fragrant sunflower seeds.

Those who are particular about food may add some salt and sugar before frying it, which will make it even more fragrant.

Some families will also bring it to the town to sell when they go to the market.

It is one of the few snacks available in the city and the countryside right now.

But ever since the supply and marketing cooperatives started selling Guanshengyuan’s chocolate sunflower seeds, all homemade sunflower seeds have been outperformed.

Each one is plump and sweet, almost magical, just like how buying a mobile phone requires a fruit machine to be classy. Young people who don't have a few chocolate sunflower seeds in their pockets are embarrassed to chat with others.

At first glance, my uncle's approach is correct.

It even has a bit of the direct sales shadow that people in later generations are used to hearing, where the manufacturer goes to the market and skips all the middlemen.

So Weidong immediately agreed with his mother's active behavior as an adult in his previous life. He took the two hundred yuan from his mother and went to the city with his uncle to take a boat to buy melon seeds at an old brand in the provincial capital three hundred kilometers away.

In fact, I was tricked by my uncle into doing the hard labor of carrying things.

Fortunately, the products sold well when I got back. The demand exceeded the supply and I could easily sell 20 to 30 kilograms at the markets in various towns and villages every day.

However, just a few days after his plan to make money began, he was caught by the dictatorship organs after receiving reports from the masses. This was a crime of speculation and profiteering that disrupted the economic order!
The uncle who had been in charge of shouting and recruiting fled, and the rest of the people who were concentrating on their work were arrested and imprisoned for three months!
If it were not for 1983, a critical year when both criminal offenses had to be severely cracked down on and the economy had to be revitalized, Weidong would have suffered more.

But in the 1980s, the stain of being dealt with by the dictatorship organs was forever hanging on his head.

Completely cut off any chance of going to college, working in a factory, or eating public food.

It also completely blocked Weidong's future of studying for more than ten years. Like his father, he could only do farm work or work as a plasterer on a construction site.

His father's accidental injury brought his studies to an abrupt end.

Then he was busy trying to prove that he could change the family situation, but fell into a trap.

So how could he not hate this uncle who later became a constant source of trouble...

Thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, causing Weidong's fiery heart to waver. So what can I do?

The old security guard is really not good at thinking.

Just as the hot dandan noodles were served, the hunchbacked old man in an apron complained a little about him paying with the Da Tuanjie banknote.

At this time, someone came to the next door and said, "Cut two taels of pig tongue, a plate of peanuts, and we have our own wine!"

When everyone was poor, this was considered quite generous and unrestrained, which is why so many people miss the era when wealth was evenly distributed...

While Weidong was slurping noodles, he listened to the man sitting on a small stool next to his shoulder pole nagging: "Is your pig tongue not fresh? Try the pig ear or the pig tail. It tastes worse than sausage or bacon..."

Suddenly, my mind became bright: pig tongue, pig ears, pig tail, sausages and bacon!
He wouldn't react if I just mentioned one thing, but when I mentioned these things, it suddenly reminded him of where the Piaomiao he was looking for was.

Ever since he kicked his uncle away, he had actually already had a vague connection with him!
Only then will they subconsciously come looking for food.

This is a national-level poverty-stricken county located in a remote mountainous area. It is 40 kilometers away from the prefecture-level city on the Yangtze River and 300 kilometers away from the provincial capital.

There aren't many local specialty resources, but every family tries to raise pigs, so slaughtering tax is a key tax focus.

In fact, farmers are reluctant to eat pork, so they send it to the slaughterhouse and sell it to the city. This is almost the only source of cash.

This is the money for a family's tuition, clothes, shoes and hats throughout the year, and women rely on this money to buy some flowered fabrics and perfume.

But there must be some oily and meaty food. Apart from leaving behind the pig tongue, pig ears, pig tail and internal organs, the New Year pig is slaughtered when the harvest is good.

Sometimes several families would slaughter a pig together, and most of the leftovers would be smoked and hung up as bacon. Perhaps the pig would be eaten for several years.

Cutting a slice for your child every day is the best nutrition.

Even this is already a pretty good life for farmers in the land of abundance.

But the tax system has mentioned countless times that the first millionaires in several neighboring poor counties were those who traveled across mountains and rivers to buy these old bacon and sell them in the city.

He was even jailed for this, but he insisted on leading the local people to raise pigs and sell bacon to make a fortune.

Then when everyone started raising pigs and selling bacon, this senior boss found time to buy up the hearts, tongues, livers, ears, tails and other internal organs that every household didn't want to make bacon at a low price!
The annual sales value of the vacuum-packed marinated snacks, which are the size of a finger, suddenly reached tens of millions.

When everyone realized that the market for selling bacon was too saturated and the profits were meager, they could only look up to the semi-mechanized assembly line production plants that had been established by their predecessors, which had high barriers to entry and were difficult to imitate.

This is the major taxpayer that the tax bureau promotes every year!

Let Weidong decide to try this method first as an emergency solution!
And I'm even more ruthless than you. I sell the bacon directly to the provincial capital.

Eliminate all middlemen to make a profit!
I am familiar with this word.

(End of this chapter)