Traveling through 70's wine

Wen Qing found a clean open space, spread an old cloth on the ground, and placed samples of several kinds of jam. According to her observation, no one was selling jam in this market.

After a while, a middle-aged woman came over and asked, "What is this?"

Wen Qing replied, "Jam, pear jam and apple jam." City people don't know about sea buckthorn, so she didn't explain much.

The woman asked, "How much is a bottle?"

"Four yuan a bottle." The woman picked it up, opened it and smelled it. The fruity aroma was mixed with the sweet fragrance, which was very tempting. The apple sauce was bright red and the pear sauce was clear yellow.

The two bargained, and Wen Qing said, "Sister, you are a connoisseur. To make one pound of jam, you need three pounds of fruit, and at least one pound of sugar. The cost is very high." In the end, she sold it to her for seven yuan for two bottles.

After the business opened, many people came to buy. Before 10 o'clock, all 50 bottles of jam were sold out. Wen Qing did not delay any longer and went straight to the black market. As an outsider, she could not attract too much attention.

She hid in an abandoned construction site beside the railway, entered the space, changed her makeup, and this time she dressed up as an old man carrying a backpack, paid 2 cents, and re-entered the black market. She took out a bag of rice, a bag of corn, and a bag of flour under a tree and put them on the ground. Soon someone asked the price. She was selling new grains at a reasonable price, so she sold them all before noon.

She walked to a secluded place and entered the space, put on makeup as the thin and dark man in the morning, and decided to go to the scrap yard again.

After walking for a while, he ran into a young man. He saw him by mistake, stopped for a moment, turned around and caught up with him, blocking Wen Qing's way and said, "Wait a minute, fellow villager, I have something to tell you."

Wen Qing was alert, "Who are you? What do you want from me?"

"I saw you selling jam this morning and wanted to do business with you," said the man.

"Okay, let's find a quiet place."

The two walked to an open space one after the other, and Wen Qing asked, "What business?"

The man said, "How much jam do you have? I'll buy it all, but the price has to be cheaper."

Wen Qing said: "Who are you?"

Seeing that Qing didn't believe him, the man said, "My last name is Yu, and I'm from Luchun County. I often sell things here, and everyone who has done business with me has praised me for being honest."

"Comrade Yu, I also made some jam for my own consumption. This time I made too much, so I took it out to exchange for something else." He refused to admit that he was selling anything.

"Do you have any more jam?"

"No more, but there's still fruit, so I can make some more. How much do you want?"

“3 or 40 bottles are fine, but the price should be cheaper.”

Wen Qing thought for a moment, "There are about 35 bottles. What about the price? Let's say 3 yuan per bottle."

The man and Wen Qing haggled for a long time and finally agreed on a price of 2 yuan per bottle.

Wen Qing asked the man to pay a deposit of 5 yuan and agreed to meet next to the ticket office of the bus station two days later.

Wen Qing left. The man looked at her back, took out a cigarette, lit it and said nothing.

Wen Qing walked for a while, turned the corner and entered the space, changed her clothes, dressed as a boy, and walked towards the young man. She followed the young man from a distance and saw him walk to the entrance of the black market alley, say something to the old man who collected the management fee, and then go straight in.

Wen Qing followed him and said that she was going to buy something. When the old man saw that she had nothing with her and only had a backpack, he only charged her ten cents.

After Wen Qing went in, she saw the stall set up by the man. On the stall were brown sugar, white sugar, a few bottles of wine, lighters, soap and other miscellaneous items. There was a boy about fourteen or fifteen years old looking after the stall and talking to the young man.

Wen Qing didn't go there either. She walked to a meat stall and bought two pounds of pork belly.

At noon, Wen Qing changed back into the clothes of a middle-aged dark-skinned man, found a larger scrap yard, said a few nice words to the old man guarding the door, handed him a cigarette, and the old man let her go in to find something, and said he would come out to pay the bill. The old man lay back in the chair, half-closed his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Wen Qing went in and rummaged through several scrap heaps, and found a badly rusted diesel generator, three bicycle racks, two bicycle chains, a pair of pedals, and a mathematics book from a self-study series of mathematics, physics and chemistry. To her surprise, she also found a tattered car driver's manual.

When she got to the door, the old man stood up, weighed it, and charged her a total of 8 yuan.

I tied it up with a rope and put it in the backpack. After walking a distance, when no one was paying attention, I put the things in the backpack into the space, put two pounds of pork in the backpack, and went to the bus station.

In the afternoon, she took the bus back to Shangyi Town and went to the Li family first. She took away the custom-made earthenware jars and pots and gave them 100 kilograms of wild boar meat. Mrs. Li was very happy and found that the wild boar meat was still very fresh, so she decided to make bacon immediately.

After putting things into the space.

He then went to the carpenter Zhou's house, took away 15 oak barrels, gave him 30 yuan, and then walked five miles back to Xiangyang Village.

In the evening, Wu Qing cut off about two taels of pork belly and made twice-cooked pork. Wen Qing ate the corn rice soaked in oil and soup, and admired Wu Qing's cooking skills in her heart.

On the third day, Wen Qing went to Luchun City again and saw the young man next to an electric pole outside the ticket office of the bus station. She looked around but did not find anyone suspicious.

She went to one side first, entered the space, changed her clothes, and disguised herself as a dark and thin middle-aged man, then found the young man, took him to one side, and took out 35 bottles of jam. After checking, the man gave Wen Qing 93 yuan.

He took it to Gejiu City and sold it for 4 yuan a bottle.

Wen Qing went to the black market to sell dried mushrooms, walnuts, acorns and other mountain products, earning 110 yuan. After coming out, she entered the space and changed her makeup, and went to the black market to sell food again. She sold 50 kilograms of rice and 100 kilograms of corn, all of which were raw grains without grinding, earning 27 yuan, and hurriedly took the noon bus back to Shangyi Town.

Soon it was late December, and it was getting colder in Xiangyang Village, so Wen Qing had more time.

One day, Gu Hua called her in the yard: "Wen Qing, I'm going to the mountains to chop firewood. Do you want me to bring some for you?" Wen Qing said, "Let's go together. I'll go chop firewood too." As a result, other people at the educated youth point heard it and expressed their desire to go to the mountains to chop firewood as well.

Everyone picked up their machetes, ropes, and backpacks and headed towards Dayao Mountain together.

Luo Yixing: "Will you go home next Spring Festival?"

Li Wei: "I went back home for the Spring Festival two years ago. I couldn't take leave last year, so I stayed here for the New Year. This year I have to go home no matter what."

Gu Hua didn't say anything. Wu Qing, Guo Jianguo and Luo Yixing all said they wanted to go home for the New Year.

Wen Qing has been thinking about traveling back here for several months, but has not received any news from home, so she decides to go back and check.

The six people climbed to the mountainside, cut a lot of dead branches in the woods, picked some pine nuts, and put them all into the backpack together with the pine cones that fell on the ground.

Luo Yixing dug more than ten kilograms of Panax notoginseng, and Wen Qing dug some wild Astragalus and wild Gastrodia elata.

Everyone felt that it was about time and planned to go back. As they were walking through the woods, Gu Hua, who was walking in front of them, gestured, "It sounds like there's some animal running."

Everyone listened attentively for a while, and sure enough, there were the sounds of footsteps. Wen Qing asked in a low voice, "Did you see what animal it was?"

Gu Hua said: "From the sound of footsteps, it should be quite loud, everyone please pay attention."

Everyone stopped, put their backpacks aside, scattered behind the big trees, grabbed their machetes and shoulder poles, and prepared for battle.