Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Behind the Red Star Steel Mill, across a gravel road, is a small park.

The small park is a bit run-down, and is usually populated by elderly men who arrange flowers and walk their birds.

Some old men fiddle with flowers and birds, and also sell bird food and flowers to supplement their family income.

Naturally, this small park has become a small pigeon market.

On this day, the old men who were raising flowers and walking their birds discovered that there were several young hooligans in the pigeon market.

These second-rate guys, with their shifty eyes and looking around, are obviously not good people.

The old men were numerous and powerful, and when they saw that their territory was occupied, they immediately stepped forward to question them.

"Which factory are you guys from?

Why are you here if you don't go to work in broad daylight?

I can tell you that the Red Star Steel Mill is across the street, and there are 50 to 60 security personnel there, so you better not cause any trouble here."

“That’s right, that’s right.

This is our territory, get out of here.

Young people don't work hard and are idle..."

The second-rate guys were not angry and just smiled happily.

"My Lords, you have misunderstood.

We are not bad people, we have a decent livelihood.

Have you heard about the black market of fruit and vegetable market that was busted a few days ago? "

When the old men heard there was a new topic, they immediately picked it up and started chatting for a few minutes.

"I heard that it was Section Chief He from the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill who led the group.

That's it? Is there something else we don't know?"

"Oh, what Chief He? I think he is just bored.

He used to be an old rascal, but now he behaves like a decent human being. What is he showing off for?

What's the problem with the black market? I have no place to exchange for some fine food."

"That's right, that's right, cornmeal, that stuff, I can't eat it at all, I feed it to the birds..."

Most of the old men who can come here and do nothing all day long, just walking their birds and growing flowers, don't have to worry about making a living.

The family had a little extra money, but the rationed food made them suffer a lot.

After much difficulty, there was a black market for exchanging fine grains for food, but it was destroyed by that damned He Dalu. How could we not hate He Dalu?

A few second-rate guys looked at the old men, filled with righteous indignation, and cursed the cursed He Dalu.

Although I agreed with what they said in my heart, I didn't dare to agree with them out loud.

You old guys are just farting here.

If He Dalu were here, he would definitely give you old guys a slap in the face.

What the old rascal believes in is doing whatever he wants and the cycle of cause and effect.

No matter whether you are an old man or a child, if you dare to scold him, you will have to bear the consequences.

After the old men had cursed to their heart's content and felt comfortable, the leader, the scoundrel Lai Saner, finally spoke.

"My dear gentlemen, to be honest, I am the one who escaped the black market.

If you want to exchange coarse grains for fine grains and fine grains for coarse grains, come to me.

In addition, we have chicken and duck eggs, live chickens, ducks, geese, pork, beef, and mutton.

The only problem is the price. It’s a little more expensive than the market price.”

The old men looked Lai Saner up and down suspiciously.

“Also pigs, cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks and geese.

Aren’t you kidding me?

Why don't you kill that damned donkey and eat its meat?"

"Humph, you don't have much ability, but you are quite good at bragging.

The security department is across the street, do you think I'm stupid..."

Lai Saner took out three eggs of different sizes from his bag and showed them proudly to the old men.

"Uncle, do you know what it means to be in the dark under the lamp?

The most dangerous places are often the safest places.

He Dalu would never have dreamed that I would run to his doorstep and stand up again.

See? Chicken eggs, duck eggs, goose eggs, all kinds of eggs.

Mazi, push the cart over here, and let the gentlemen open their eyes..."

Zhang Mazi pushed a cart to the old men and lifted the sackcloth covering it.

Reveal the sacks inside and tear open the openings of the two sacks.

One bag is filled with flour and the other bag is filled with rice.

There are many southerners living in Beijing now. Rice, which was regarded as a coarse grain by people in Beijing in the early years, has suddenly become a popular product and a fine grain, and is in even greater demand than white flour.

The old men stared with their eyes wide open, full of disbelief.

There was even an old man who was so naughty that he wanted to grab a handful to taste the saltiness, but Lai Saner slapped his hand away.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? You can't just knead this white flour randomly.

Look at your hands, how dirty they are.

Zhang Mazi, push the car away with the cart.

My dear gentlemen, do you believe it now?

If you want to exchange coarse grains for fine grains, or buy some meat, just come to me.

We will exchange the coarse grains for fine grains according to the black market rules.

If I exchange ten kilograms of grains, I can get half a kilogram of benefit. The same applies to exchanging fine grains for coarse grains. I can't work in vain.

The exchange rate of corn flour, sorghum flour, and bean flour is about 3, 4, and 5. You all know it clearly, so I won't say much.

If you want to exchange, hurry home and get something to exchange. The quantity is limited today, so you have to wait until tomorrow to exchange it. "

In a flash, more than half of the old men disappeared and hurried home.

The remaining old men were not willing to be left behind and clamored to buy goods.

Lai Saner was so annoyed that he shouted:

"Everyone, please be quiet. If you want to exchange or buy food, go to him, Zhang Mazi.

If you want to buy meat or eggs, come to me, Lai Saner.

If you want to buy vegetables and fruits, go to him, Wang Gousheng.

We also recycle here.

If you have old stuff, bicycles, radios, etc., go find Fatty Liu..."

Not far away, He Daqing, who was wearing a dog-skin hat and hiding his face, looked delighted.

Today, the pigeon market is open for business.

Those guys who were arrested and had their old belongings confiscated also received meat and eggs as compensation from Lai Saner, based on the market price of the old belongings.

I believe that those old people will soon be able to eat and drink everything they have, and then take their old items to Lai Saner to sell.

You have your own space to produce cattle, sheep and pigs, all of which are fat and strong. Who can resist the temptation of big fat meat?

Within three days, this pigeon market will definitely become popular.

Once it becomes a trend, anyone who wants to move into this pigeon market will have to think twice.

Those small cadres who eat fatty meat and various fresh fruits and vegetables are the most loyal supporters of this Pigeon City.

At that time, Master He Daqing will just have to close the Pigeon Market for a few days, and naturally someone will come to cause trouble for him.

Besides, I, He Daqing, am no pushover. This is my territory.

What I was worried about was the cotton mill not far from here.

The cotton mill is a large factory with 5,000 employees, and the number of staff in the security department is twice as many as ours.

As for going to someone's house to smooth over the relationship, that's even more impossible.

They have hundreds of people at their disposal, so why should they listen to me? By that time, it will be hard to say who is the leader and who is the follower.

We can only ask the security department to pay more attention, and if there are any signs, arrest Lai Saner and the others first.

I was the first to arrest someone, and they still dare to take credit for it? Is He Daqing a member of the Netherworld?