In 1959, what's wrong with me pedaling a tricycle?

After everyone left, Wang Xingguo put the pig, duck, goose, and some vegetables into his spatial storage, and then rode his tricycle back home.

When Wang Xingguo returned to the city, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. He went straight to Er Gouzi's place. After arriving, he knocked on the door, and his underlings quickly woke up Er Gouzi, who was still sleeping.

Er Gouzi wasn't sleepy at all, having slept all day. He handed Wang Xingguo a cigarette, striking a match as he asked with a smile, "Wang Er, what brings you here at this hour?"

Wang Xingguo rolled his eyes at him and said, "Nonsense, you yourself called Datou over to tell me to change the pigs as soon as possible. Do you think I'd drag my feet?"

Er Gouzi exclaimed in surprise, "What? You've already prepared the pig?"

"What else? I'm incredibly busy too. Did you come here to have dinner with me?"

Er Gouzi chuckled and said, "That's great! I didn't expect them to send the grain over so quickly. I was worried about leaving so much grain there. Don't worry, I calculated it at 155 jin per pig, so there will only be more, not less."

Wang Xingguo nodded and said, "Alright, arrange for someone to take me there. Give me an hour and a half to transport the grain away, and then I'll stay here and wait for you to come and inspect the ten pigs."

Er Gouzi shook his head and said, "No need. Just take the pigs over and take the grain. I trust Wang Er's character. There's no need to go to so much trouble. I'll arrange for someone to go and take the pigs later."

"Alright, let's hurry up, I have some things to do later."

Wang Xingguo still needs to go eat, and then he needs to go to the entrance of the General Hospital of Liberation tonight to finish up the matter of exchanging fish for other things. He's really quite busy.

Er Gouzi called his underling Da Hu and asked him to go with Wang Xingguo. Although Wang Xingguo knew the location, they still needed their own people to go and tell the guards to leave so that they would feel safe to do so. If he went by himself, the guards wouldn't listen to him.

After Da Hu took the people away, Wang Xingguo put the grain into his spatial storage and then released the ten pigs.

He lit a cigarette and pondered where it would be most appropriate to exchange the two pigs for grain.

I don't plan to go to Shuanghesheng Five-Star Brewery. After all, they've already replaced ten pigs. Even if they continue to replace them, I'll have to wait a while before going.

After thinking it over, Wang Xingguo decided that his only option was the Second Brewery, also known as the Jingcheng Brewery. The Jingcheng Brewery currently produces beer called White Pagoda, and it actually has the largest production volume. The Third Brewery was a small factory in the Sijiqing Commune, and it didn't even have bottled beer, selling only draft beer, so it was out of the question.

There are currently six pigs in my own space. Four of them were bought by the clan and will be kept to be sold slowly for money. The other two are pigs that people from other clans in the production brigade want to exchange for grain.

Wang Xingguo didn't want to exchange the refined grains anymore, since they could be of great help to the clan in the next year or two. The difference in the satiety and hunger-suppressing effects of the same pound of grain between refined and coarse grains was like night and day.

As for the village, even if they don't lack water to irrigate their crops, they will definitely lack food.

Even if they don't lack food, other production brigades in the commune will, so their food will definitely be diverted by the commune to help other production brigades survive.

This is also why Wang Xingguo doesn't hand over the fine grains in advance. If he gives more to the village, the commune will allocate a batch of grain from the production brigade to support other brigades after the autumn harvest, and then the grain will be given away to his clansmen for free.

Only when their food supplies are also low will the amount of food requisitioned be less, so that when I give them more food, I can better help them get through the famine.

After closing the gate behind him and leaving, Wang Xingguo rode his tricycle to a state-run restaurant and ordered a bowl of eight-ounce vegetarian noodles.

It wasn't that he didn't want to eat meat noodles, but that only vegetarian noodles were available here.

The noodles were ready in no time, and Wang Xingguo went to get them himself. At this time, the restaurant waiters were very arrogant and most of them would not serve the food to the customers. Although you called for a waiter, there was no service to speak of.

Wang Xingguo finished a large bowl full of noodles, soup and all, let out a satisfied burp, and left the state-run restaurant contentedly.

Wang Xingguo set off on his tricycle to the General Hospital of the People's Liberation Army. When he was almost there, he prepared fish in his spatial storage, placed several medium-sized buckets on the tricycle's seat and footrest, and then continued riding towards the entrance.

As soon as they arrived near the entrance, Guo Mingzhong ran over.

"Brother, why haven't you come for so long? A lot of leaders' family members have been asking me when you're coming. It's like all the publicity I did for you before was for nothing."

Seeing Guo Mingzhong's gloomy face, Wang Xingguo pulled him aside and whispered, "Brother Guo, I'm working as a bouncer now, so sometimes I can't leave. If you want anything in the future, you can buy it at the place where I work."

Guo Mingzhong was a little surprised and asked in a low voice, "Is the place you're talking about the black market?"

Seeing Wang Xingguo nod, Guo Mingzhong asked about the address and what they sold.

Wang Xingguo didn't hide anything and told everyone what he was selling. Having more friends meant having more options. Anyway, since the location arranged by the person at his place was so sensitive, nothing had happened, so he wasn't afraid of others finding out.

Guo Mingzhong's eyes lit up when he heard that so many things could be bought.

He pulled Wang Xingguo aside and asked, "Brother, can I recommend this to my friends?"

Wang Xingguo explained with a smile, "Of course, you can come between 8 pm and midnight. If your friend mentions your name, I'll make the decision to charge you a little less."

Hearing that Wang Xingguo was giving him face, Guo Mingzhong was quite pleased and offered to help him notify the families of the patients who needed live fish.

Wang Xingguo stroked his chin, feeling like he was flirting with death. He wondered what the person was thinking, arranging the event in Fensiting Hutong.

He wanted to see exactly where the bottom line was, so he told Guo Mingzhong the location of the venue to see how that person would react when many people came to his venue.

He wasn't worried about his safety, because the Wang family had earned this favor by sacrificing the lives of two of their clansmen. As long as the person he met that time was still alive, he wouldn't be in any danger.

About twenty minutes later, around 7:30, Guo Mingzhong notified a group of people to come out and exchange the fish.

Wang Xingguo happily exchanged all the fish, and it wasn't even eight o'clock yet, so he rushed back to the venue.

Back at the main gate, with Wang Yongqing's help, they pushed the tricycle into the yard and parked it.

Wang Xingguo asked in a low voice, "Have the guests arrived yet?"

Wang Yongqing said awkwardly, "Xingguo, they seem to think this place is a vegetable market. Around 5:30, a group of elderly men and women came knocking on the door, wanting to buy chicken and duck eggs from us. Yongli said he was worried that not letting them in would cause a bad impression, so we opened the door at 5:30..."