Chapter 14

Seven or eight minutes later, the tractor stopped at the Shimen station.

Zhang Zhiyong shouted loudly: "Four dimes for those from Shangwan Village, two dimes for those from the new village..."

Someone asked: "How much for the car from Hengbanqiao?"

Zhang Zhiyong said: "Grandpa Zou, I'll charge you three dimes."

Grandpa Zou relied on his old age to bargain: "Last time I took your dad's car, it was only two dimes. It went up to three dimes when it got to you. Are you robbing?"

Zhang Zhiyong was very straightforward: "Grandpa, two dimes is two dimes. You are old, I won't argue with you."

Successfully bargaining down one dime, Grandpa Zou took out two dime notes from his pocket and paid the money.

Li Heng unloaded the rice and asked Zhang Zhiyong: "Why are you driving today? Where is your dad?"

Zhang Zhiyong smiled and said while collecting money: "My two uncles and brother-in-law came. My old man is accompanying them to play cards, so he let me come out to earn living expenses."

Li Heng asked: "Does all the money earned today belong to you?"

Zhang Zhiyong smacked his lips, very smug: "That's for sure, that's a must. If the money isn't given to me, why would I do this? It's better to play at home."

Tian Run'e handed over a yuan to pay the fare.

Zhang Zhiyong jumped back suddenly and yelled strangely: "Auntie, are you kidding? Are you trying to shame me to death?

Li Heng and I are brothers who wear the same pair of shorts. Believe it or not, if I dare to take your money now, he will beat me to death later."

Tian Run'e stuffed the money a few times, but Zhang Zhiyong wouldn't take it either way. In the end, it was left unsettled.

After the people who took the car left, Li Heng took advantage of his mother not paying attention and lowered his voice to Zhang Zhiyong: "I want to go to the post office to mail something, lend me 10 yuan."

Afraid of being seen by Comrade Tian Run'e, Zhang Zhiyong tacitly turned his back, didn't even count, quickly divided a stack of notes to him, and pointed obscenely towards the street on the left:

"A new noodle shop opened next door. Let me tell you, the boss lady is a widow, her chest is so big, her butt is so perky, she's really juicy. You come find me after selling the rice, let's go eat together."

Li Heng subconsciously asked: "Is it called Chun Sister's Noodle Shop?"

Zhang Zhiyong blurted out: "Your grandpa! How do you know? Have you been there? Why didn't you bring me along for such a good thing?"

Li Heng said immediately: "No, I remembered it from hearing your dad brag to people."

Zhang Zhiyong almost jumped up: "I'll be damned! That old immortal is competing with me for milk?"

Li Heng laughed out loud. He didn't expect this idiot to hit the nail on the head. According to his previous life's memory, isn't this Chun Sister his father's underground mistress?

The largest storefront in town is the supply and marketing cooperative, and the loudest loudspeaker is always selling rat poison. Near eight o'clock, more and more people gathered at the market, gradually becoming lively.

In this era, the agricultural trade market is not yet standardized, and most of the things sold inside are clothes, shoes, and socks.

And there is a special place for selling rice, next to the agricultural machinery station. Every market day, sellers and buyers will appear here coincidentally.

Tian Run'e is not selling rice for the first time and is very familiar with this place. After looking around in the crowd, she quickly found an empty space.

Just seeing her use her right foot to sweep the large pieces of garbage on the ground to one side, she skillfully spread a plastic sheet, then greeted her son to arrange the four bags of rice neatly in a row, and then opened the bag mouths and folded them into circles, so that buyers could see the quality of their own rice at a glance when passing by.

At this time, there were very few customers buying rice, but looking over, there were already no less than 20 families selling rice, and people were continuously carrying rice into the venue one after another.

Due to the heavy rain, the mother and son came a little late and didn't occupy the most favorable position. Tian Run'e secretly wandered around, and the worry on her face became even worse.

Li Heng asked in a low voice: "Mom, is the rice quality of other families very good?"

Tian Run'e was afraid of being heard, so she leaned over a little: "There are several families whose rice is brighter than ours."

Under the condition of the same origin, the quality of rice is generally determined by variety, processing precision, and freshness.

For example, indica rice and japonica rice have differences in taste and stickiness.

Indica rice is finer, and after being heated, the rice grains appear independent and plump; while japonica rice is more viscous, suitable for making soup porridge and sticky rice.

The processing precision of rice is an important factor in determining its quality. Rice with high processing precision has better indicators such as whiteness, integrity, and impurity content.

As for freshness, let's not talk about it; it's just the literal meaning. New rice is generally white and shiny, with a fresh fragrance; while old rice's color darkens, stickiness decreases, and it loses its original fragrance.

Li Heng considered his own rice variety to be among the best on the market, with a glutinous taste, very fragrant, and even sweet.

But hearing his mom say this, he immediately felt unsure in his heart. He slipped out to scout for information, and it turned out to be true. There were three or four families whose overall rice quality was better than theirs.

It would be fine if the quality was good, but the key was that others had a large quantity. This damn thing simply doesn't give people a way to live.

Tian Run'e made up her mind and said: "Let's sell it for one dime nine first. If it doesn't sell by noon, we'll try lowering the price."

Li Heng asked: "Mom, how much did you sell it for in the past?"

Tian Xiaoe shook her head: "The price is hard to say, it's always changing. When it's popular, it can sell for two dimes a half-kilogram, and there have been times when it was one dime six."

Hearing this, Li Heng fell silent.

Honestly, this price was something he never expected. It was truly beyond his expectations. 100 jin of rice could only sell for 10-something yuan. No wonder few people in the countryside were willing to farm in the future.

With this market situation, unless scale is achieved, otherwise relying on small-scale peasant thinking to farm, let alone entering a well-off society, even feeding a family is tough.

He rubbed his eyebrows and cursed himself in his heart. Grandma's bear, his tail was really raised to the sky in the past few days, and he actually looked down on the manuscript fees of a few yuan or dozens of yuan, only caring about the big ones.

It seems this thinking needs to be changed. No matter how small a mosquito is, it's meat. How difficult is it for Comrade Tian Run'e to earn a few yuan or ten-something yuan?

How hard is it?

The second sister was even forced to take a crooked path for 20 yuan.

He slapped his forehead again. Damn it, where does he have the qualifications to be picky now? He must grasp both the big and the small.

With a plan in his heart, Li Heng accompanied his mother to sell rice while thinking about what novel to write next.

Just as expected, a considerable number of people gathered around those few families, and only customers who couldn't afford high-priced rice compared and bargained everywhere.

Dragging on and on, two hours had almost passed.

Their own business hadn't opened yet. Seeing his mother trying hard to pull people but with little effect, Li Heng also became a bit anxious, and his heart felt particularly unpleasant.

"Mom, I'll walk away for a bit, go to the bathroom."

His feet were numb from squatting, so Li Heng going to the bathroom was true, and taking the opportunity to slip away to the post office to mail the manuscript was also true.

Tian Run'e's mind was now entirely on selling rice, so she agreed vaguely.

Just as Li Heng stood up, stomped his feet, and prepared to leave, two women suddenly came to the stall.

To be precise, it was a mother and daughter who looked somewhat similar.

The slightly older one was about 40-something, wearing a long snowflake wool coat, her hair was done in a large wavy shape, and she had light makeup on. Her whole body exuded a trendy atmosphere that was out of tune with the era. Her name was Wei Shiman.

And the young girl had an exquisitely delicate oval face like a demon, with clear features, hair gently tucked up, and a fair and translucent face like beautiful porcelain, with thin eyebrows and apricot eyes, thin and elegant. She wore a blue-green plaid trench coat paired with a light red scarf, and a pair of red board shoes on her feet.

Simple, yet she wore it with unparalleled elegance.

Her figure was tall, reaching 165, and her waist was soft and smooth. At this time, her left hand was holding her mother's arm, and her right hand was inserted into the trench coat pocket, looking at Li Heng in surprise with her back to the light.

"Li Heng, why are you here?"

"Xiao Han."

The two said almost in unison.

PS: The trial push is on this week. San Yue's mood is a bit nervous. Please big bosses, take the time to follow-read.

(End of chapter)