Traveling through 70's wine

Wen Qing knew about the household contract responsibility system, but she was not very clear about the specific operation. However, the household contract responsibility system gave farmers a lot of autonomy, and she wanted to see if there was any possibility of participating.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Qing moved her stool over. There were already a few villagers on the drying dam in the village, most of them men. Wen Qing saw Captain Liu's wife sitting nearby sewing shoe soles, so she walked over and sat next to her, "Hello, Aunt Liu."

Aunt Liu looked up and said, "My daughter, are you here?" and continued to sew the soles of shoes with her head down.

Soon, everyone was almost there. Captain Liu said loudly, "Fellow villagers, I have good news for you. Our commune said that we can now implement the household contract responsibility system in the village. What do you think?"

An old man shouted, "Liu Daniu, what does it mean to contract production to each household?"

Liu Changgui's nickname was Daniu, but no one called him that for twenty years.

Captain Liu's face darkened. Looking at the pipe in the old man's hand, he could only explain in a frustrated tone, "It means that the land in the village is distributed to each family, and each family pays a certain amount of grain to the state every year.

After the household contract responsibility system was implemented, people could decide for themselves what crops to grow and how much to grow.”

The people below started talking at once.

"Doesn't the production team take care of seeds, fertilizers and pesticides?"

"If the harvest is bad, will we pay the public grain tax?"

"Can we raise chickens? Can we raise as many as we want?"

"After the land is divided, does it belong to you? Can you sell it?"

"How do you divide the fields? Are good fields and bad fields the same?"

Captain Liu said, "Speak one by one."

The villagers asked questions one after another. Captain Liu asked the village accountant to write down the questions. Finally, he said, "I will ask the commune about these questions and tell you later. OK, let's adjourn the meeting."

Wen Qing returned home and started reading.

The weather gradually turned colder, and the willow leaves turned into small boats floating down from the treetops. The dead leaves on the ground drifted towards the horizon with the autumn wind and flowing water. Wen Qing found Zhuang Xien and said, "Xiao Zhuang, how is the license issue going?"

Zhuang Xien said: "I found the street director, but he hasn't responded yet. I also asked Fang Yuan and Lin Qingyuan, and they are both willing to do it."

Wen Qing said: "Are there any self-employed people on this street? You can also go and find out how to go about the procedures for being a self-employed person."

Zhuang Xien said: "There are several breakfast shops on this street. I don't know what they are like. I'll go and ask."

Wen Qing then asked how the last batch of goods sold.

Zhuang Xien said, "We took the goods to Shi County and sold them out in two market days. I was just about to ask if you have any more."

"Do you want chickens and rabbits? And apples and pears."

Zhuang Xien quickly said, "Yes."

Chickens and rabbits were 8 cents a pound, and apples and pears were 5 cents a pound. Zhuang Xien ordered 500 chickens and rabbits, and 3000 pounds of apples and pears, for a total of 5000 yuan.

Wen Qing put the things at No. 48 Majia Lane and asked Zhuang Xian to take them away by himself. Zhuang Xian and the other two took them away at night. The next day was a market day, so they set up two stalls and sold out all the goods in one day.

When he got home in the evening, Fang Yuan said, "Brother Zhuang, Sister Xiao Wen is amazing. She was able to get so many things. She is also very generous. The price she gave us is lower than what we would get from other places."

Lin Qingyuan asked: "How much did we earn today?"

Zhuang Xien said: "The chickens and rabbits we sold were fat. I tasted the apples and pears and they were very sweet and juicy. The price we sold them at was a bit higher than others. We made a total of 2350 yuan, 750 yuan per person, and 100 yuan was left for food."

Fang Yuan said: "How can a meal cost 100 yuan?"

Lin Qingyuan said: "If you can't finish it in one meal, eat another one."

The three of them were riding their bikes, laughing all the time.

In fact, the money they made from repairing cars was not as much as that from reselling goods, but they also had to get the goods. In addition to Wen Qing's things, they also asked people to bring some cloth, candy, and food to sell, but none of them sold as well as Wen Qing's things.

Wen Qing went to Shenjiayuan on the weekend. This time she went to Xinda Store and greeted the salesperson and the old master in the store. The old master saw her and said, "Xiao Wen, what do you want to buy today?"

Wen Qing said, "Hello, old man! What has our store received recently?"

The old master pointed to a pile of things in the corner and said, "These are them. We haven't had time to clean them up yet."

State-owned stores get paid the same amount no matter how much work you do. The items are sold by other people and the prices are set by them. The salespeople don't really work very hard, and the items the store brings in are just left on the floor without anyone cleaning up.

Wen Qing squatted over and looked through them carefully. There were several bottles and jars in the pile, and some calligraphy and paintings were placed in a wooden box. It took Wen Qing an hour to pick out a cloisonné plum vase, a set of four cups, and a gold-painted black lacquered wooden cosmetic box. There are not many fake things nowadays, so Wen Qing mainly chooses things based on the patterns, the glaze color of the porcelain body, the wood material, and the workmanship.

When the old master saw that she had made her selection, he picked up the registration book, counted on the abacus, and said, "The cloisonné plum vase is 150 yuan, the teacup set is 80 yuan, and the wooden dressing box is 80 yuan, a total of 310 yuan."

Wen Qing paid the bill, packed her things into her backpack, said goodbye and left.

The old master remembered Wen Qing because she paid quickly and didn't make a fuss when buying things. He classified her as a VIP customer and asked for a more reasonable price.

Wen Qing walked to the street corner and suddenly heard someone shouting, "Catch the thief, catch the thief."

"Catch him, don't let him get away!"

"Catch the thief."

Wen Qing turned her head and saw a man running in front, followed by a group of people. As the man turned the corner and was about to run away, Wen Qing reached into her pocket and took out a small stone. She flicked her finger and the stone hit the man's calf. The man fell to the ground. The people behind him grabbed the man and swarmed to the police station in a noisy manner.

Wen Qing stood on the street with her hands in her pockets and walked away with a smile.

Wen Qing also wanted to see the second-hand bicycle business. There were a few people selling old bicycles on the roadside. She asked as she walked and found out that a bicycle that was 100% new was generally sold for around 5 yuan, while a bicycle that was 60% new was sold for 10 or 20 yuan. Those that were less than % new had more or less problems and could not be sold at a high price. They could be bought for more than or yuan.

Wen Qing went to several commissioned stores to check the market for second-hand bicycles, and the situation was basically the same. She returned to the Xinda store and asked the old man, "Are you selling the bicycles in your backyard?"

The old man said, "Alas, no one wants these junk, and I don't have time to sell them. If you want them, just take them all away for 150 yuan."

Wen Qing knew that there were about 10 cars in the backyard, and she didn't want to sell them as scrap as the old master said, but wanted to make some money from them.

Wen Qing said: "Okay, I'll go find a tricycle."

Wen Qing found Zhuang Xien on a bicycle, changed to a tricycle, took away the ten old bicycles, went to a deserted place on the road, put the things into the space, and went to Zhuang Xien to exchange them for her own bicycle.

Next, Wen Qing looked everywhere for factories that could process gears, hubs, chains and axles.

After class every day, Wen Qing rode her bike to various alleys. The big factories ignored her, and the small factories did not have the processing equipment to make what she wanted. She could not keep looking for school-run factories, so she searched for half a month before she found a factory in the southern part of Pingjin.

This factory is a small machinery factory with lathes, drilling machines, gear hobbing machines and relatively complete equipment.

Wen Qing found the factory manager, gave him a red envelope privately, paid the processing fee, and processed the gears, flywheel, hub, and main shaft by herself.

She went to the scrap yard to collect some chains, dismantled and patched them up, and transformed them into chains for speed bicycles.

After two months of hard work, Wen Qing made thirty sets of gear-shifting kits, and spent another month transforming the collected old bicycles into nine gear-shifting bicycles.

On weekends, she rode a modified bike to see Zhuang Xien.