blogombal Chapter 805 Making money
Chapter 805 Making money
It was Zhou Jiafu's first time to come to the old city. Looking at this strange city and the residents coming and going, everyone had a happy smile on their face.
Zhou Jiafu was a little timid as he was just a fruit farmer with a rural household registration.
I left my familiar environment because of my inferiority complex about my rural household registration.
Zhou Jiafu didn't dare to talk to anyone and just observed silently.
"Comrade, you are not from the Forty-Nine City, right?"
Zhou Jiafu's dress and behavior were out of tune with the people around him. He had long been targeted by someone with ulterior motives.
The Xinqiao Hotel incident caused a lot of controversy some time ago, and catching enemy spies has long become a hot topic among the residents of Beijing.
Although Zhou Jiafu does not look like a spy, in order to determine whether he is an enemy spy, it is still necessary to approach and interrogate him.
Zhou Jiafu heard the other party's doubt and quickly took out the letter of introduction issued by the production team from his arms.
“I’m a food delivery guy at a car factory. This is my first time here and I can’t find the way.
I would also like to trouble you to show me the way, thank you very much."
The old lady looked at Zhou Jiafu suspiciously, and then pretended to read the letter of introduction.
Even though the aunt couldn't read at all, she didn't know whether the letter of introduction was authentic.
But the aunt had reasons to doubt Zhou Jiafu. What kind of unit was the car factory? Everyone in the city knew it.
If a car factory wants to purchase vegetables, would it require you to carry a bamboo basket to deliver them?
Everyone knows that what a car factory lacks the least is cars. If a car factory really needs to purchase something, it will definitely arrange large trucks to do the purchasing.
However, the aunt did not question him. Instead, she pretended to look at the letter of introduction while secretly observing Zhou Jiafu's expression.
Zhou Jiafu was not afraid because although the letter of introduction was issued by his grandfather, it was genuine.
As long as they are not acquaintances, there is no need to worry about them noticing any problems.
Seeing that Zhou Jiafu looked calm, the aunt spoke.
"Just keep walking along this road for another ten minutes or so, and you will reach the community of the automobile factory."
"Thank you, aunt."
After putting away the letter of introduction, Zhou Jiafu carried the bamboo basket on his back and walked quickly towards the automobile factory.
The aunt was a little disappointed to see that Zhou Jiafu did not look like an enemy spy. She chased after Zhou Jiafu unwillingly to see what he was trying to do. She also took the opportunity to talk about the matter with Manager Liu from the automobile factory service company.
After Zhou Jiafu arrived at the automobile factory community, he saw the vegetable market at a glance.
He hurried over, found a stall, and put out the cabbages from the bamboo house.
The vendors nearby glanced at Zhou Jiafu and ignored him.
There are generally two types of vendors here. One is the people from the service company, who bring back vegetables from Nanjiao Farm and are responsible for selling them in the vegetable market.
These people are temporary workers of the service company and receive a salary every month.
Another way is for nearby farmers to bring the vegetables produced from their own private plots here to sell.
Liu Guangfu adheres to Chen Changan's philosophy and generally turns a blind eye to the farmers who come here to sell vegetables.
Farmers have a hard life. They take the leftover vegetables from their private plots and exchange them for some money at the vegetable market near the automobile factory. In Chen Changan's opinion, that is only natural.
But even so, there are always some people with extreme left-wing ideas who think that this is also speculation.
Chen Changan didn't care, and neither did Liu Guangfu. This made the vegetable vendors in the entire community market silent.
Anyway, there are more than 30,000 employees in the automobile factory, and if you add the workers' families, the number has already exceeded 100,000.
There is also the department’s living area on the side, where vegetables are also sold.
The workers just complained that there were too few vegetable sellers and if they went too late they wouldn’t be able to buy any.
Anyway, the vegetables can be sold out every day. Everyone has a tacit understanding that one more unfamiliar face is one more. As long as you don't report them or make trouble, it's just a hundred or so kilograms of cabbage.
"Your cabbage is pretty good. How much is it?"
As soon as Zhou Jiafu put the cabbages out of the bamboo basket, someone came up to him and asked.
"One cent per pound."
When Zhou Jiafu saw the old lady was stunned for a moment, he thought she disliked him for selling things too expensively.
"Auntie, look at my cabbage, it has a neat shape, the leaves are intact, and it has not been bitten by insects.
This is planted in my family's private plot. My younger brothers catch insects nearby every day when they have nothing to do.
This item is really good, one cent per pound, which is already very cheap.”
The aunt glanced around, fearing that Zhou Jiafu would go back on his word, and spoke quickly.
"How many cabbages do you have? I'll buy them all."
Although there is no shortage of vegetables in Beijing at present, good quality cabbages cost two cents per pound in the community vegetable market, and only those of relatively poor quality cost one cent.
The aunt didn't expect that when she asked, the other party only asked for one cent, so she quickly agreed.
The vegetables grown by Zhou Jiafu himself are indeed good, with each vegetable weighing three to five kilograms.
Because the distance was too far, the bamboo basket could only hold twenty or thirty cabbages.
“I weighed the vegetables before Auntie left, and they weighed more than 120 kilograms.
I'm not lying. If you buy the whole thing, I'll charge you 110 kilograms.
Give me one dollar and ten cents and I'll help you carry it home, is that okay with you?"
Aunties buy vegetables every day, and once they get their hands on this vegetable, they can estimate the approximate taste.
The aunt picked up a cabbage, weighed it, counted the number, then smiled and nodded.
I was really lucky today. Not only was the price cheap, but I also got a bargain on the weight.
"Okay, then carry the food and follow me."
So Zhou Jiafu saw for the first time what a building was and what heating was.
In the middle of winter, the houses where the workers in the automobile factory live are warmer than in the summer.
The sun rose high in the sky, and Zhou Jiafu held the one dollar and one dime tightly in his hand.
Thinking about the cabbages left in his own private plot, he hurried home with brisk steps.
When I came, there were over 100 kilograms of cabbage in the bamboo basket, and on the way back, I felt very light.
At noon, when the family was having lunch, Zhou Jiafu came back exhausted.
Zhou Jiafu was also starving. Although he had money, he was reluctant to buy even a five-cent steamed bun made of two-grain flour. He walked back hungry.
Looking at his eldest son wolfing down the food, Dad Zhou hesitated several times but still didn't ask.
After finishing two bowls of cornmeal porridge, Zhou Jiafu raised his head and took out the one yuan and ten cents in his hand.
"Dad, look, I sold this hundred kilograms of cabbage for one yuan and ten cents.
I didn’t understand it the first time I went there. At the vegetable market in the residential area of the automobile factory, good quality cabbages could be sold for two cents per pound.
I will go again tomorrow morning and this time I should be able to earn two yuan."
Dad Zhou was about to cry when he looked at the one dollar and one dime in front of him.
You know, here, having ten yuan is more than enough for a wedding.
Thinking of the cabbages in his own private plot, Dad Zhou felt that their Zhou family would soon turn things around.