Double-Cut During the War of Resistance: My Wife Came from 1937

The village's large supply and marketing cooperative.

Ma Hongwei and Xia Weiwei returned to this place.

Ma Hongwei first parked the car at the entrance, then got out, opened the gate of the adjacent garage, and drove the car inside.

Xia Weiwei got out of the car and went straight into the shop.

By the time Ma Hongwei locked the garage door, Grandma Sun had already left the supply and marketing cooperative and was walking briskly to her front door.

"That old lady walked away really fast. I was planning to talk to her about my salary!"

Ma Hongwei thought to himself, "Forget it, since I've already left, I'll talk about it another day!"

As he spoke, he walked through the supply and marketing cooperative and returned to his home in the backyard.

Once inside, Ma Hongwei found Xia Weiwei washing clothes in the washroom!

Ma Hongwei glanced at it and said, "Just use the washing machine, why are you hand-washing?"

"Hmph!"

Xia Weiwei said, "Anyway, I don't have anything to do. The water and laundry detergent are readily available, and hand washing will be quick."

"Okay, you can wash it yourself then!"

Ma Hongwei shook his head and said, "I'll go rest on the sofa for a while and see what supplies I need to buy."

Once on the sofa, Ma Hongwei leaned back and turned on his phone.

In an instant, he saw the messages and missed calls from his mother.

He and Xia Weiwei had taken their phones to another time and space, so naturally they couldn't contact each other.

Fearing his mother would worry, Ma Hongwei made a video call directly.

"Ding ding dong!"

The call was connected very quickly.

As soon as the call connected, Zhang Aiying asked directly, "Hongwei, what have you been doing? I couldn't reach you despite all the video calls and phone calls I made!"

"We didn't go anywhere!"

Ma Hongwei casually replied, "I went up the mountain with Weiwei these past few days; the signal is bad there!"

In fact, with China's incredible infrastructure today, there is a signal not only in the mountainous areas of the Central Plains, but also in the desolate deserts of the Northwest.

"Oh, I see!"

Zhang Aiying suddenly realized, "Now that we've made contact, there's nothing to worry about."

"Mom, what's up?"

Ma Hongwei changed the subject and asked questions.

"Didn't you say you wanted me to find you a place to live?"

Zhang Aiying said, "I found more than a dozen sets for you, but I didn't know which one you wanted, so I thought I'd have you and Weiwei come and take a look."

Ma Hongwei said, "You and my sister can look at this. It would be best to buy an apartment in their neighborhood. It's convenient to visit each other and we can look out for each other."

Looking at houses is such a waste of time; it can take up an entire afternoon.

Zhang Aiying frowned and said, "This house is for you and Weiwei to use when you get married. If Weiwei isn't satisfied, isn't that just a waste of money?"

"Alright!"

Ma Hongwei sighed, "I'll see when I can take Weiwei there tomorrow."

He didn't care about that. As long as there was sunlight and good ventilation, that was fine. He didn't care about any feng shui layout.

The two chatted for a while longer before hanging up the video call.

Ma Hongwei thought to himself, "I'll have to haggle hard when the time comes!"

Apart from those who absolutely need to buy a house to get married, very few people are buying houses anymore.

In order to sell more houses, the maximum term for personal housing loans has now been extended from the original 30 years to the maximum 40 years.

Buy a house with a loan at 25, and after paying off the 40-year mortgage, you'll be retired at 65. That's awesome!

If it were before, Ma Hongwei definitely wouldn't have been willing to buy a house.

After all, it's a loan of thirty or forty years.

If we can't pay it back, they'll just take it away.

When Ma Hongwei lived in Yanjiao before, he saw quite a few cases of people defaulting on their payments.

That area is right next to Beijing. Back when the housing market was booming, prices skyrocketed, reaching 40,000 yuan per square meter.

However, when the real estate bubble burst, housing prices plummeted.

Those houses that originally sold for 40,000 yuan per square meter have now dropped to just over 10,000 yuan.

Even now that a subway line has been built from Beijing, housing prices haven't increased much.

As for it rising to 40,000, that's unlikely to happen for decades.

After all, the number of people getting married and the number of newborns are declining every year, and it can no longer support such a large market.

Speaking of which, Xu Pidao has already been sentenced to life imprisonment.

His hair had turned completely white, and he was no longer the spirited young man he once was.

Back then, even Big Brother Ma was like a little brother to him.

Compared to Xu Pidao, Old Wang, who survived by cutting off his arm, had a relatively good ending.

"Buying a house is for tomorrow; let's start buying supplies now!"

Ma Hongwei first calculated that each cubic meter of space could only hold 0.75 tons of flour, or 750 kilograms.

Moreover, this is unpackaged flour.

If packaging is included, due to the gaps, each cubic meter can actually only hold 0.6 tons of flour.

The 450-cubic-meter space can hold 270 tons of flour.

Compared to 306 tons of rice, this is a full 36 tons less.

However, since the soldiers want to eat noodles, let's bring some over!

Anyway, now that there's more and more space, we don't have to be satisfied with any space like we used to.

"270 tons, that's 540000 jin!"

Ma Hongwei used the calculator on his phone to calculate: "Based on each person consuming 1.5 jin (0.75 catties) per day, that's enough to feed 60000 troops for 6 days."

"One shipment lasts for 6 days, which is not a small amount, but it's much less than rice."

Ma Hongwei contacted a flour factory and asked, "Hey, how much is your flour wholesale? I need 270 tons!"

"270 tons?"

The manufacturer replied, "Since the boss wants so much, then let's go with the price of 2780 yuan per ton!"

It costs 2780 yuan per ton, which is 1.39 yuan per jin (1 kg), less than 4 yuan.

This price is cheaper than rice!

Ma Hongwei asked, "Can you make it any cheaper?"

He was just helping the leaders and Eighth Route Army soldiers with purchasing and procurement, so naturally it would be better if the price could be even lower.

"We can offer a further discount of up to 80 yuan per ton!"

After thinking for a moment, the other party replied, "But you must buy 270 tons at once, and you cannot pay in installments."

Ma Hongwei nodded and said, "Okay, then let's order 270 tons at the price of 2700 yuan per ton."

At this price, it's only 1.35 yuan per jin (500g).

"The total price for 270 tons is 729000 yuan!"

The manufacturer said, "The boss needs to pay a 20% deposit first, and then we will arrange a car to deliver it to you, but we will not cover the shipping cost."

"I can pay for the shipping myself."

Ma Hongwei was not greedy.

Anyway, the shipping cost isn't much, at most it'll be a little over 30,000, and maybe not even that much.

Next, Ma Hongwei began signing an electronic contract with the other party and made the payment.

After the transaction was completed, Ma Hongwei then inspected the pork and chicken.

The soldiers have been fighting hard lately, so we can provide them with some fresh meat.

It's winter there now, and the weather is quite cold, so we don't have to worry about the meat spoiling for the time being.

Even though the weather was quite cold, Ma Hongwei didn't plan to buy too much.

Because it will take them some time to transport it back.

This isn't a live pig, so as long as it doesn't die, it won't rot.