Chapter 57 Harvest at Pigeon Market, Purchasing by Supply and Marketing Cooperative
Spicy strips are easy to make. Not only white flour, soybeans, and even rice can be used.
Li Jiayi knows many methods and has done them in his previous life. It is familiar to him.
The most important things in making spicy strips are the strength and spiciness. As long as these two are controlled well, then basically there will be no problem.
But before that, let’s make some money first! It’s useless to have a ticket if you don’t have money!
Just like before, I went into the woods next to me. After a short while, I entered the pigeon market with my basket in hand.
At the same time, Shi Datiao in the reed swamp, enduring the huge pain in his lower body and body, squatted on the ground, crying hoarsely, all his tears running dry.
A twelve-year-old child already knows shame, otherwise he would have run home long ago. The reason why he is still here is because he wants to wait until dark before going back.
Don’t forget, it’s still morning! It was still a long time before dark, and his lower body was so painful that he could no longer feel anything.
My body hurts now, but the carrots below are getting bigger and bigger, which makes him very worried.
Time soon reached noon, and there were fewer and fewer people in Pigeon Market. Li Jiayi also walked out with a basket.
But this time he did not return to the city, but went into the woods.
He used to need to go back to the city to eat, but now there are so many braised pig heads and braised pig trotters in the space, what kind of meal can he go back to the city to eat!
It’s just a pity that there is no staple food. It seems that I will get some yeast powder and steam some steamed buns in the space later.
Actually, he can still steam rice, but he doesn’t want to eat rice today. Besides, he can also eat meat.
After eating, Li Jiayi got himself some spiritual spring water to drink, then prepared food and water for the seven dogs, and then went back to the house to take a nap.
Lying on the bed in the small courtyard of the space, Li Jia took a look at the morning's harvest. It was pretty good, and he sold it for almost two hundred yuan.
The main reason is that he no longer sells it as wild boar meat, but as domestic pork.
There is no way, as long as the pig head is not taken out, no one can tell whether it is a wild boar or a domestic pig.
These wild boars have become like domestic pigs in space. They eat and sleep and gain weight.
Although it is only 2 cents more expensive per pound, the quantity is huge!
When I woke up, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. There should be a lot of people in Pigeon City at this time.
I quickly got up and took a shower, changed my clothes and got out of the room.
I slipped over and took a look. Sure enough, there were a lot of people.
About ten minutes later, Li Jiayi came to Pigeon City again. As before, he found a place to squat first.
"Don't miss it when you're passing by."
"The best pork! It only costs one yuan a pound."
"Little comrade, give me two pounds of pork."< br>
“Okay!”
Li Jiayi picked up a piece of pork weighing two kilograms and handed it over and said, “Take the two kilograms.”
"Little comrade, I want five kilograms."
"I want two kilograms."
"I want one kilogram."
Soon more than forty kilograms of wild boar meat After taking action, Li Jiayi stood up quickly and said: "Sorry, it's sold out. Please be early next time."
After saying that, he left with the basket. When he heard him say it was gone, there was nothing others could do. .
Of course it's not really useless, but you can't sell too many in one place. The pigeon market is so big, you can just find a place to start again.
While looking for a place, he was not idle, but looked for someone to collect tickets.
"Auntie, I want these two pounds of candy coupons from you."
"Okay, two yuan."
"Here you go."
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After taking the ticket and putting it in his schoolbag, Li Jiayi was ready to move forward.
"Comrade, wait a moment." At this moment, a middle-aged man stopped him.
"What's the matter with you?" Li Jiayi looked at the middle-aged man warily and asked.
"Don't get me wrong, I saw you were buying sugar stamps and national food stamps just now. I have some here, do you want them?"
"Are there some? How many?"
"More than twenty kilograms of sugar stamps, more than a hundred kilograms of national food stamps."
"No." After saying that, he left without hesitation. None.
Because he already knows what the middle-aged man does. He is a ticket dealer. To put it bluntly, it is speculation.
Although he was just buying it, even if something happened, the most he could do was confiscate the ticket.
But he didn't want to get into this kind of trouble, at least not now. How could he buy a ticket from a ticket seller without even a disguise.
Li Jiayi spent the entire afternoon selling meat or buying tickets.
The harvest was not bad, more than 300 yuan in cash, 13 kilograms of sugar stamps, more than 50 kilograms of national food stamps, and two kilograms of non-staple food coupons.
This is more than 300 yuan in cash, excluding the money for collecting tickets!
It seems that the tickets are not worth much in the first place. In other words, even if these tickets are not collected, the income is still more than 300 yuan.
But this is already quite good. In just one afternoon, he was able to earn more than three months' salary from his parents.
If his father knew about this, I wonder if Li Aimin would just lie down.
When he returned to the city, he did not go home directly, but went to the supply and marketing cooperative first.
"Auntie, bring me two hundred sheets of oil paper."
"Do you want a larger one?"
The salesperson already knew Li Jiayi because he had bought many things here, and this oil paper was one of them.
Li Jia thought for a while and said: "Give me some of Xiao Zhang's too! By the way, how much is Xiao Zhang's?"
Oiled paper is an indispensable thing in this era. , because many things need to be wrapped in oil paper.
And the price is not expensive, it only costs a penny for a large sheet, and you can buy a whole duck.
“Xiao Zhang’s four one-cent pieces.”
Thinking that making spicy strips would require a lot of oily paper, especially the small ones, I said: "The big ones cost two yuan, and the small ones cost three yuan."
The small ones happen to be the big ones. A quarter of it, no wonder there are four for one penny, there is no difference at all, you just don’t need to cut it yourself.
"Okay, I'll get it for you right now."
"Wait a minute, auntie, give me two pounds of peach cakes and two cans of White Rabbit toffee."
This saleswoman is very speechless! I don’t know whose child this is, but every time I buy toffee, I always buy the whole can.
"Two kilograms of non-staple food coupons, ten kilograms of candy coupons."
"Here you are."
Then Li Jiayi took out the money and handed it over. Two cans of White Rabbit toffee were thirty-six Block, this is basically fixed.
There are five pieces of oil paper in total.
It was the price of this peach cake that made him a little speechless. It was more expensive than meat. It cost 75 cents per pound, which was almost as high as the price of fruit candies.
In the past, as long as there were non-staple food coupons at home, his mother would buy them peach cakes or fruits. He thought it was because they were cheap, but he didn't expect it to be the case at all.
Soon, the things Li Jiayi wanted were ready, the money and tickets had been paid, and he left directly with the things.
After walking not far, he entered an alley and came out a few minutes later. The things he was carrying were gone.
Of course, he also put some of them into his schoolbag, such as a can of White Rabbit toffee and two pounds of peach cakes.
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