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Chapter 80

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    When they heard about Qingyuan County, Mr. Xie and Jiang Dashan were stunned.  After working for a long time, it turned out that this place could lead to Qingyuan County. So they still couldn't find a new way out this time.  And now Qingyuan County has suddenly strengthened its security, and even the bridge toll has suddenly increased so much. This situation is not good.

    They wanted to take a look, but the boss said that the inspections were strict now, and I heard that many people had been arrested. As a result, the caravans and traveling merchants that everyone was familiar with and that often came and went were rarely seen.

    ¡°It¡¯s said that all the young and middle-aged people have been taken away.¡± The boss said in a low voice.

    After hearing this kind of news, how many people dare to go to the county seat?  No one is afraid of being dragged away, because there is no turning back.

    "What are they investigating? Is there a gangster?" Jiang Dashan said with a smile.

    During the discussion, a few more guests came to take a rest. Some asked for a thick steamed bun with mixed noodles and a bowl of hot tea.  Some are slightly better, but they only require one thin-noodle steamed bun, while others only require two mixed noodles and a small plate of braised pork. In short, they are not as good as those three merchants.  A steamed bun with thin noodles only costs three yuan, and a thick steamed bun with mixed noodles only costs one yuan.  The boss was used to such poor customers, so he let the waiter greet him while he continued to chat with Jiang Dashan and the others.

    "Who knows? We humble citizens like us don't understand the affairs of the government." The boss shook his head.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????Originally, his restaurant was said to be for business, but in fact it just provided some conveniences to the businessmen who were passing by, and made very little money.  But now let alone the caravan, not even the merchants dare to come.  I'm afraid the days to come will be even more miserable.

    Hearing them talk about these things, other guests also listened with interest. There is usually nothing new in this small place as big as a palm.  Some people even come to the market less often. Before they know it, someone asks: "Boss Fan, have you been to Qingyuan County?"

    "Is Qingyuan County lively? Are there beautiful, tall blue-brick houses everywhere?" someone asked again.

    "Go, go. Where have I been?" the boss said with a smile.

    He has been there a few times, but he comes and goes in a hurry and leaves after doing errands.  In the past two or three years, he has not been there at all.  To be honest, I didn't have much of an impression there.

    ¡°None of you have been there?¡± Jiang Dashan asked curiously.

    The villager Xiao Lin who brought them here and several guests in the lobby shook their heads. Someone said: "We from the countryside, what are we going to do in the county? We have to pay to enter the city, and we don't have anything valuable to sell at home."  "

    "That's it, just buy whatever you want at the market. It's such a long way and the road is not easy to walk. If you're not doing business, who would be willing to walk the thirty-mile mountain road." Someone else said.

    Everyone agreed, saying they had no interest in the county.

    "You have to pay to cross the bridge. Isn't there a small market next to the bridge?" Mr. Xie asked.

    "Yes, of course there is. She's not young yet, and it's more lively than us." said Boss Fan.

    "You've never been there, haven't you? You're talking as if you've seen it yourself." Someone laughed.

    Boss Fan was not angry, and said with a smile: "I can't listen to the merchants. I heard that there are quite a few caravans coming from north to south over there. Well, the bamboo wares from your Cuizhu Village are in that episode.  Sell ??it in the market. If you could transport it there and sell it yourself, the village would have become rich a long time ago."

    "You are so beautiful, you can transport it by yourself. Let alone how they transport it, how much can they get out by carrying it on their shoulders. And there is a section of the road that is very dangerous. If you get it wrong, you will fall and you won't even be able to recover your bones.  Besides, when you get to the market, do you think you can sell whatever you want? There are people who specialize in this business." After hearing his words, the two merchants who were entering the door laughed and cursed.

    This sounds like it is easy for them to make money. If it were really easy, they would have already earned money and bought donkeys to carry goods. They would not have to carry goods so hard every day on mountain roads. They could only transport a hundred or ten goods at a time.  Weight.  In fact, it is just to make a little money to maintain the life of the family.

    ?????????? Actually, there¡¯s one more thing he didn¡¯t mention, that you have to collect money to sell things in the market, and you have to have connections.  If the villagers here go as they please, they might have their bamboo utensils confiscated, or even be beaten if they don't do it right.  They won't say these words.  This is something they have slowly figured out, and it is the cost of eating by themselves.

    Moreover, there is no business in the market now. It is deserted. The government strictly checks the people coming in and out. They often go to the market to check. When they see some outsiders, they want to go with their ancestors for eight generations.  The investigation was so strict that people would be arrested if they were not careful.  Without the foreigners, how could there be much to sell just relying on the locals?  It's only been three months, that marketSo, they used the one tael of silver they got from selling the wild boar to buy about 200 kilograms of coarse grains, which was two shi.

    The salt is not too expensive, but the quality is not very good. It costs fifteen yuan a pound.  Forty pounds of salt cost 600 yuan.  I spent another 200 yuan on some miscellaneous snacks and had a meal with meat and thin noodles and steamed buns, which only cost half a tael.

    Compared with the one tael of silver given to the village chief, Dalang knew it was not worth it, but even if he formed a good relationship, after all, the village chief could talk to him in Cuizhu Village and even half a street market. What would happen in the future?  You can still come to him.  Besides, seeing that he wasn't surprised when he received a tael of silver, I guess the caravans who stayed at his house in the past were given quite a lot.

    Dalang decided that after going back, he still had to talk to Mr. Xie of Jiang Dashan about prices.  From now on, you can no longer get away with just one tael of silver.  However, he had wronged Jiang Dashan. It was not that he was willing to give a tael of silver, but he only had one tael in his hand at the time, which was the smallest amount.

    The old lady panicked when she saw that Dalang didn't want it as soon as he said it. She quickly changed her approach and said with a grimace: "Our family is poor and we have run out of food a long time ago. My grandson is waiting for food to save his life. Please give me more."  , I still have some dried bamboo shoots at home." As she said that, she went to wipe her tears, and quickly called her grandson, who was only four years old, and dragged out a small basket, which indeed contained some dried bamboo shoots.

    Dalang shook his head and said he didn't want her dried bamboo shoots. There were too many of them and he couldn't finish them all. Moreover, they were old and ready-made. If he wanted to eat them, he might as well come back here to exchange them in two months. There would be fresh ones at that time, so he said  : "One liter. It depends on how pitiful you say it is."

    The old lady quickly put the chick in a small cage and stuffed it into his arms, shouting that she wanted to go get food with him.  Dalang and the others bought two stones of grain today, and everyone in the village knew about it. Even if she didn't go to the market, she had already heard about it.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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