50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 103 Preparing supplies
Seeing that the old man was a little worried, Sun Zhiwei said indifferently: "I have never cared about such a small thing. If you are worried, you can move the rice and flour first. Leave the millet over there. If anyone steals it, it will be my fault."

After hearing this, the old man stopped hesitating and immediately went back to call his two young men over.

After they left, Sun Zhiwei looked at the big bags of rice in the yard and felt a little worried. It was a problem that the space was too small.

In desperation, he could only dig a space underground, temporarily place most of the rice underground, and then move it back one by one.

As for the old man selling grain, he had no intention of having any further contact with him and just regarded it as a one-time deal.

Selling old grain is not safe. If it is discovered, it is likely to lead to a strict investigation. That is why he couldn't help but change it when he saw that the other party was selling seed grain.

After spending another half hour carrying the rice back and hiding it, he reorganized the space and returned to the market with his usual items and a few bolts of cloth.

He had only walked through half of the market and had gained a lot. This time he entered the ghost market from the other side and browsed the remaining stalls.

As a result, he did not find any stalls selling milk powder, sugar, etc., nor did he see any stalls selling pork lard.

After thinking for a while, he decided to go and ask the organizer of the ghost market.

Arriving at the ghost market exit, he handed a cigarette to the boy in charge of collecting entrance fees, and then asked, "Hey, big brother, I want to buy some sugar, milk powder, honey, and canned food. Do you have any connections here?"

The younger brother looked at him and said, "Yes, there are, but these things are very expensive. You..."

"Haha, since I want to buy it, I naturally have the money, please rest assured."

I saw that although he was dressed like an old farmer, his behavior and speech did not seem like a farmer, so I guessed that he was in disguise.

This matter is not his responsibility. Since someone wants to buy something, he just takes them over.

Soon, the younger brother brought Sun Zhiwei to a nearby yard.

The gate of the courtyard looks very small from the outside, but it is a different world inside. It turns out to be a courtyard with two entrances.

The people living there were all young and strong men. When I arrived at the door, they didn't let me in, so another young man took me through the second door.

The lights in the middle of the main hall were on. From a distance, I could see a middle-aged man sitting at the square table in the middle. He was only wearing a single layer of clothes in such a cold weather and was drinking.

The young man went into the house first and said a few words to the middle-aged man, then came out and let him in.

The middle-aged man had a crew cut, a fair face without a beard, broad hands and feet, and thick white calluses on the joints of his hands.

Although he had never seen it with his own eyes, Sun Zhiwei had seen this kind of calluses in videos in his previous life. They were only found on people with great boxing skills. This person must be a martial artist.

There must be someone backing these people, otherwise there would be no end to the fight.

But he didn't care, he was just buying something.

The middle-aged man took one look at him and asked him, "What do you want to buy?"

"Sugar, milk powder, honey, canned food, and anything that's easy to preserve is fine."

"How much?"

"Look at the prices here. My money is limited, so I can only buy the cheaper ones."

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and gave a price: "Sugar is 1 yuan per pound, as much as you want. Milk powder is 2 yuan a can, but there are only 10 cans. Honey is out. Canned meat is 1 yuan a can, and canned fruit is 10 yuan a can."

This price was 50%-80% higher than the market price for the tickets, which wasn't too outrageous. Sun Zhiwei only had 50 yuan in cash, so after calculating the price, he asked for two cans of milk powder and 2 cans of meat.

He first paid 5 big black tens, the middle-aged man took it and asked his younger brother to go to the east wing to get something for him.

After counting the number to make sure it was correct, he thanked them and left the ghost market.

After returning home, I stored the things I bought in the basement of the hospital. Today's trip to the ghost market ended successfully.

Although he didn't buy the pork fat he wanted, the trip was worthwhile because he knew about such a good place.

On the weekend, he found out the locations of several daytime markets and found time to go there. This time, he found that there were indeed several places selling live pigs, which were all brought by nearby production teams.

It was not convenient to take out the old grain in a crowded place, so he finally used a few pieces of cotton cloth and satin to exchange for a total of 4 kilograms of lard in four markets.

He knew cotton cloth was easy to sell, but he was surprised that satin was so expensive and still people wanted it. After asking, he found out that someone was marrying off their daughter and wanted to make a quilt cover.

After taking the pork lard he bought home using a space, he asked Tong Jiajia to boil all the pork lard into lard, producing a total of 80 kilograms of lard and 10 kilograms of oil residue.

He saved half of the oil residue in the kitchen, adding some to dishes to make them extra fragrant. The rest was divided into several portions, with each of them receiving a portion from his godmother's family, Lao Zhang's family, Aunt Liang's family, and Daxiang's family.

He had originally thought about giving one to each of his neighbors, but when he thought about how unpredictable people’s hearts are, he gave up.

These neighbors are different from Aunt Liang's family. Aunt Liang's family has close ties with his family. Unless the neighbors have been together for a long time and understand their personalities and backgrounds, it is better for them to close the door and live their own lives.

80 kilograms of lard were divided into 16 cans, each weighing 5 kilograms, and then sealed with oil paper and stored in his space.

In the following years, with the lard, we no longer had to worry about reducing the ration.

A few days later, Tong Jiajia was on night shift again. He dressed up again and came to the east wall of the third courtyard of the ghost market boss around 12 o'clock when the ghost market was busiest.

There was no one here now. He expanded the space and searched the east wing carefully.

In the east wing are rows of wooden shelves filled with valuable supplies.

In addition to the white sugar, canned food, and milk powder he bought last time, there were also two cans of honey. He said he didn't have them last time, so it's very likely that he received them recently.

There was a lot of sugar, with more than 100 20-jin bags piled up in a corner, more than 20 barrels of milk powder, and two shelves of canned food, with more than a thousand boxes.

He also saw chocolate, luncheon meat, ham, bacon, various types of liquor, and large bags of soybeans, red beans, and mung beans.

He was envious of these things and wanted all of them, but he hadn't finished looking at them yet, so he held back for the time being.

Coming to the corner of the ear room to the east of the master bedroom in the yard, he discovered the things inside the ear room. There were only two locked cabinets inside, and one cabinet contained various bills, account books, and banknotes.

Another cabinet contained various easily convertible pocket watches, jewelry, gold bars, and silver coins. These were probably used by others to pay off their debts.

He glanced at the west wing, which was a storage room, and passed it by. The east wing was where the bulk supplies were stored.

The entire yard has been thoroughly explored, and there are simply too many things. If they are only used at home, these things cannot be fully digested, and they cannot be converted into cash, so there is no point in having more.

Now he had two ideas: one was to wipe out the entire gang in one fell swoop, and the other was to secretly take a small amount and make a steady profit over time.

(End of this chapter)