Chapter 1737 Lao Zhang wants to chop off his hand
In the early morning, the night falls and everything is silent.
At this time when he should have been soundly asleep, Lao Zhang shivered and climbed out of bed, took the clothes he had left aside and quickly put them on.
There are five children in his family, the eldest is already married, and the remaining four, except for the fifth, are still under age. The second, third, and fourth children will all go to become educated youths in northern Shaanxi in the next four years.
He inquired about the situation in the countryside in that place. The poor were almost urinating blood, and the poor were often hungry and had to beg for food when the harvest was not good.
Therefore, in order to prevent his children from suffering, he planned to go to Pigeon Market to buy some national food stamps for his children to take with them in case of emergencies.
“What time is it?”
At this time, Lao Zhang’s wife was woken up by him and sat up in a daze.
“It’s almost twelve o’clock.”
“The money is in the chest of drawers.”
"Sigh."
"Now that they are gone, I don't know when they will come back. If so, you can buy some more cloth tickets and we will make new clothes for each of the three children."
< br>“Remember it.”
Lao Zhang, who was about to separate from his child, was not in a good mood. He nodded gloomily, got up and put on his shoes, went to the chest of drawers, opened the drawer, and took out a small parcel wrapped in a handkerchief. Inside was money prepared by his wife.
"Let's go." He put the money in his pocket, turned around and came out of the house. In order to avoid being discovered by the neighbors, he directly picked up the bicycle at the door and walked out. After leaving the courtyard, he got on the car and quickly leave.
It took almost half an hour for Lao Zhang to leave the city from Deshengmen and arrive at the Pigeon Market next to Rending Lake with familiar familiarity.
After finding a place to hide the bicycle, he used his flashlight to look towards the shadowy market not far away, with lights flashing like will-o'-the-wisps.
“Eh?”
When he arrived at the pigeon market, Lao Zhang couldn’t help but be stunned for a moment. In the pigeon market that used to be bustling, today there were surprisingly few people and few stalls to buy things. There are also few people.
But he didn’t think much about it. He just thought that these people didn’t like to go out because of the cold weather, so he turned around and started walking along one stall after another with a flashlight.
After completing most of the circle, he didn't even have enough food stamps to buy, not to mention the cloth stamps his wife asked for. After asking several stalls, he only managed to get 20 kilograms of national food stamps, which was not even enough to fill his teeth. .
“My mother is so weird!”
Lao Zhang couldn’t help scolding her, walked up to a ticket seller, and asked: “Brother, are there any food stamps nationwide? ?”
“It’s not much, let me show it to you.” The ticket dealer, who was wrapped up tightly and didn’t even show his face, took out a large ticket from his pocket. , clicked and found four kilograms of national food stamps and gave them to him: "That's it, four kilograms. The price of this stuff has increased recently, 45 cents per kilogram."
"That's it?" Zhang ordered the money to him dissatisfied and wondered: "Brother, why are there so few people today? Why are none of those big bad guys in the past missing?"
"They've all gone to the scrap yard."
"The scrap yard? Isn't that where you live in blind flow? There is also a pigeon market there?"
"You don't know? Master Du San is here There's a pigeon market, and there's one of the best scammers in the city. They were all called to support me.”
“Oh, that’s what happened, thank you, brother.”
Lao Zhang nodded suddenly, thought for a moment, and then turned around and left the pigeon market. , found the bicycle and rushed to the scrapyard.
At about one o'clock, he came to the scrap yard, and just like before, he found a place to hide the car before moving forward.
Not long after walking, Lao Zhang met a man who was also wrapped up tightly and walked towards the scrapyard. After the two looked at each other, they didn’t say anything and each walked forward with their heads down. .
Soon the two of them came closer and saw a young man holding a lantern wandering at an entrance. Seeing them coming, he hurriedly greeted them: "Are you coming to Pigeon Market? Follow this road. Just go inside."
"Oh."
"Thank you."
The two of them agreed and hurriedly followed the young man's guidance and followed a winding path to the open space in a short time. At this time, the open space had completely lost its previous desertedness. There were two rows of stalls on the north and south sides. It was impossible to see them from beginning to end. The middle was full of people, but there was basically no movement. As if traveling at night.
“This pigeon market is quite big!”
Lao Zhang stood on the outside looking at it for a few times in surprise, then quickly stepped forward, and was immediately attracted by that Several houses attracted my attention. I glanced at them one by one, and then walked into the first house out of curiosity with a sign for selling used coupons.
There were quite a few people in the house at this time, fifteen or sixteen people, most of whom were buying and selling old things.
He soon noticed the most eye-catching ticket buying and selling counter in the house. Seeing a large number of colorfully displayed tickets, his eyes suddenly lit up and he hurried forward to drink tea with Zheng leisurely. Dou Laodao asked: "Old man, are there any national food stamps?"
"Yes, how much are they?" "
"Two hundred catties."
"Wait a moment."
The old man is in his nineties, but he has quick hands and a sharp eye, and he can quickly find a stack of national grains. He counted out two hundred catties and put it on the counter. He smiled and said: "Forty-five cents per catty, two hundred catties and ninety yuan."
"You're tired."
Lao Zhang hurriedly gave the money and stuffed the food stamps into the pocket of his cotton-padded jacket. He breathed a sigh of relief after completing the main purpose of his trip.
Then he bought another twenty feet of cloth tickets, and then walked around the house again. He found that there were quite a lot of miscellaneous things on sale, and the prices were not expensive. He couldn't help but buy them. I bought an old soldering iron and a plate of tin wire before leaving the house.
Standing at the door, he looked at the room next door and saw more people inside. He couldn't help but curious and walked in.
When he saw the pieces of meat in the house, Lao Zhang's eyes widened. This was the first time in his life that he had seen so much meat.
He quickly asked someone to inquire, and when he learned that what was being sold was beef and mutton, he was instantly moved. So he immediately stepped forward and bought five kilograms of mutton, preparing to go back and prepare a meal of mutton-boiled meat for his children.
After a while, Lao Zhang came out carrying the meat tied with hemp rope. This time he didn't even hesitate. He turned around and entered the third room, wanting to see what surprises there could be for him.
Then Lao Zhang was restrained again.
There are not many things in this house, but whatever you take out, it is a rare thing nowadays.
Watches, in particular, are rarely seen outside. There is a whole cabinet of imported watches that are no longer available here, and they are all brand new.
There is also milk powder, which is hard to get, but there are jars of it here!
“It’s so beautiful!”
Lao Zhang was lying on the counter looking at a shiny Ingener watch, his mouth watering with greed.
There are two things that fascinate men the most during this period. One is a bicycle and the other is a watch. They are the kind of things that men want in their dreams.
Wan Xiaotian happened to be free at this time, and saw Lao Zhang lying on the counter eagerly, with an understanding smile on his face. He almost drowned in saliva when he saw Chu Heng taking out these watches.
"Which buddy do you like? I'll show it to you." Wan Xiaotian stepped forward and greeted him.
"This is from Ingener." Lao Zhang quickly pointed to the watch he was interested in. The leather strap, bright silver dial, and beautiful dark gold pattern made him love it so much.
"Hold it, don't knock it." Wan Xiaotian carefully put the brand new watch on the counter: "This one is one hundred and seventy."
"How much?"
Lao Zhang raised his head in shock, thinking that he heard wrongly. He had seen this watch in a department store, priced at 181 yuan, and he had to ask for a ticket.
"One hundred and seventeen." Wan Xiaotian looked at his dumbfounded expression with a smile and found Beier interesting.
“Gudong!”
Lao Zhang’s heart was pounding again, but he didn’t have any money, and he certainly couldn’t give it to his wife when he got home, so he could only play with it and return the watch, and then looked at it again After looking at other things, I couldn't help but buy two kilograms of white sugar and ten kilograms of white noodles before leaving reluctantly.
Standing at the door, Lao Zhang, who had spent all his personal money, touched his pocket and saw that there was only thirty cents left, and he wanted to chop it off.