Chapter 32 Tea sold at sky-high prices
Lin Sanqi had been wandering around the woods for more than an hour and was almost familiar with the situation.
In fact, there are all kinds of commodities in the pigeon market, even the most precious grains nowadays. Of course, they are mainly coarse grains, many of which are sold by nearby farmers.
A basket of sweet potatoes, a small pile of potatoes, and a small bag of sorghum rice can all be sold.
To say that selling is not appropriate, it should be said that it is mainly barter. You can't buy too many things with money in Pigeon Market. It seems that money is definitely not No. 1 in this era, and various bills are YYDS.
Regarding prices, Lin Sanqi has a good idea. Rice and flour sell for 5 yuan per pound. If they only accept cash, it will definitely be a flash sale.
The price of rice is 5 yuan per pound. In fact, the price is really staggering.
Ordinary readers simply cannot understand what a dichotomy this is in an era when wages were only 30 to 40 yuan a month and rice was 5 yuan a pound.
In fact, there are many exaggerations, such as eggs.
Eggs can be purchased at supply and marketing cooperatives or agricultural and sideline stores with tickets for 40.2 cents per pound.
But there are almost no eggs on the market, even if there is a small supply.
The price of an egg has increased from 4 cents to 3 cents, and even 5 cents. This is only an egg, not a pound.
It took until 1963 for things to finally catch their breath and for black market prices to slowly go down.
Of course, when people buy grain, they must buy coarse grains. The rice and flour on the black market are only for the rich.
Don't think that there were no rich people in 1959. In fact, there were quite a lot of rich people, and we were not afraid that no one would buy them.
For example, the Lou family in "Love in the Courtyard" can receive dividends every year after the public-private partnership. The Lou family has millions in cash alone.
There were still many such old capitalists in 1959, and it would have to wait a few more years before they truly became paupers.
Seeing Lin Sanqi wandering around in the woods, not looking like a policeman, many people in the black market felt relieved.
The middle-aged man who was chatting with Lin Sanqi about the price of rice was probably idle, so he asked:
"Comrade, did you come to this pigeon market to buy or sell?"
Lin Sanqi thought that he must do something, so he patted the PLA green bag and said:
"I'm also here to sell things. My family is having a hard time, so I'm here to sell some tea."
"Tea???"
"What tea? Black tea or green tea?"
"What level is it? Take it out quickly and take a look!"
As soon as Lin Sanqi finished speaking, a group of people gathered around him, all looking at Lin Sanqi's backpack greedily.
Lin Sanqi swallowed, she didn't expect tea to be so popular in this era? Why do these people's eyes look so green?
Old Peiping people love to drink tea, especially jasmine tea.
Probably because the water quality in Peiping is not good, most of the spring water is bitter, and there is too little sweet water like Yuquan Mountain, so tea has to be used to cover up the bitter taste.
However, due to natural disasters in the past two years, tea production has dropped sharply.
Not to mention tea, you can't even buy high-quality tea, and the tea tickets are only valid until they expire.
Ordinary poor families can still tolerate it, but those intellectuals, old capitalists, and Manchu relics can't stand it. They go crazy thinking about tea.
Lin Sanqi felt happy when she heard that tea was so popular.
The seller must show off, so he quickly took out a paper bun from his front bag and opened it, revealing dark green tea leaves and light yellow dried jasmine flowers inside. The unique fragrance of green tea and jasmine came out immediately, making the onlookers swallow their saliva.
"Good tea, definitely good tea."
"Yes, even if this tea does not reach the special grade, it is at least the first grade."
"Yes, yes, it's rare to see it now. Even Zhang Yiyuan can't buy jasmine tea of such good quality."
"Baby~~~"
Lin Sanqi was heartbroken and cursed in her heart, thinking that this tea was bought from a small supermarket and cost only a few dozen yuan per pound. As for why it looks so good, maybe it is because of some technology and hard work, right?
A middle-aged man couldn't help it anymore and was the first to ask:
"Comrade, how do you sell this jasmine tea? Are you going to exchange it for something?"
Lin Sanqi collected the tea leaves, put them in his hands, and said to the crowd around him:
"I don't exchange things, I only sell money. Did you hear me? I only want RMB!"
The middle-aged man immediately answered: "Really, you just want money? Great, comrade, I will pay 10 yuan, and this bag of tea belongs to me."
Before Lin Sanqi could say anything, someone beside him quit:
"Hey, are you trying to trick me? You only pay 10 yuan for such a good tea? Go to the tea shop and ask, a pound of good quality tea costs more than 10 yuan. Comrade, I'll give you 15 yuan and sell it to me. ”
"It's 15 yuan, why don't you grab it? I'll pay you 20 yuan!"
"I'm 25..."
Lin Sanqi was shocked when he heard this. As a college student in the New World, he had been loyal to Fat Mansion and Happy Water all his life. He had no love for tea and could not understand the importance of tea to tea drinkers.
The price was still rising, and onlookers spontaneously formed a small auction.
Finally, an old man made the final decision.
The old man was wearing a white silk gown and a pair of black bloomers. He was either an old capitalist or a local rich man, and he was not short of money.
"You all get out, I bought such good tea. For 50 yuan, I will give you 5 pounds of food stamps. This is all my belongings, old man. If any of you can afford a higher price, take it. Can't you? Come on, I’m sorry, I’ll take it away!”
The scene was quiet.
I don’t know whether it was because the old man paid a sky-high price or because everyone was jealous of the old man’s reputation. Anyway, no one bid at the scene.
Seeing that no one was bidding anymore, the old man smiled, hugged everyone, and handed all the money and tickets to Lin Sanqi:
"Comrade, are you satisfied with the price?"
Lin Sanqi's heart was already jumping with joy.
Satisfied, there is nothing more satisfying than this. A pound of tea in a small supermarket sold for a whopping 50 yuan, and there were also 5 pounds of precious food stamps. What else could you be dissatisfied with?
Lin Sanqi took the cash and food stamps, and then handed the tea leaves to the silk old man with both hands.
"Old sir, take it!"
The old man opened the paper bag and smelled it, and he was very happy: "Good, good, good tea. Old man, I haven't drunk such good jasmine tea in many years."
When the onlookers saw that the tea was sold, they sighed and left.
Lin Sanqi was also ready to go home happily. It would take two hours to walk for more than ten miles to get home.
Suddenly the old silk man buying tea stopped Lin Sanqi...
(End of chapter)