Chapter 57: Harvest in Pigeon City, Procurement in Supply and Marketing Cooperatives

Spicy strips are easy to make. Not only can they be made with white flour, soybeans, but even rice will do.

Li Jiayi knew many methods and had done them in his previous life, so they were all very familiar to him.

The most important things when making spicy noodles are the chewiness and spiciness. As long as these two are controlled well, there will basically be no problem.

But before that, let’s make some money first! Without money, tickets are useless!
Just like before, I first went into the woods nearby, and soon entered the pigeon market with the basket.

At the same time, Shi Da Tiao, who was in the reed marsh, squatted on the ground, enduring the tremendous pain in his lower body and body, crying hoarsely until his tears had dried up.

The twelve-year-old child already knows shame, otherwise he would have run home long ago. The reason he is still staying here is that he wants to wait until dark before going back.

Don't forget, it's only morning now! There's still a long time before dark, and he's already numb from the pain down there.

His body aches now, but the carrot below is getting bigger and bigger, which makes him very worried.

It was soon noon and there were fewer and fewer people in the Pigeon Market. Li Jiayi also came out carrying a basket.

But this time he did not return to the city, but went into the woods.

In the past, he needed to go back to the city to eat, but now there are so many braised pig heads and braised pig trotters in the space, why should he go back to the city to eat!
It’s just a pity that there is no staple food. I should get some yeast powder and steam some buns in the space.

Actually, he could have steamed rice, but he didn’t want to eat rice today. Besides, he could have eaten enough meat to fill himself up.

After eating, Li Jiayi got himself some spiritual spring water to drink, then prepared food and water for the seven dogs, and went back to the house to take a nap.

Lying on the bed in the small courtyard, Li Jiayi took a look at his morning harvest, which was not bad, having sold for nearly two hundred yuan.

The main thing is that he no longer sells it as wild boar meat, but as domestic pork.

There is no way. As long as the pig head is not taken out, no one can tell whether it is a wild boar or a domestic pig.

These wild boars became like domestic pigs in this space. They ate and slept, and grew fat.

Although it is only two cents more expensive per pound, the quantity is large!

When I woke up, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. There should be quite a few people in Pigeon City at this time.

He quickly got up, took a shower, changed his clothes and left the space.

I slipped over to take a look and sure enough, there were a lot of people there.

Ten minutes later, Li Jiayi came to Pigeon City again. Just like before, he found a place to squat down first.

"Do not miss passing through."

"This is top quality pork! Only one dollar a pound."

"Little comrade, give me two pounds of pork."

"okay!"

Li Jiayi picked up a two-jin piece of pork and handed it over, saying, "Take this two jin."

"Little comrade, I want five pounds."

"I'll take two pounds."

"I want a pound."

Soon, more than 40 kilograms of wild boar meat were sold. Li Jiayi quickly stood up and said, "Sorry, it's sold out. Please come earlier next time."

After saying that, he picked up the basket and left. There was nothing others could do when they heard him say that there was no more.

Of course it’s not really useless, you just can’t sell too many in one place. The pigeon market is so big, you can just find a place and start again.

While looking for a place, he was not idle, but looked for someone to collect tickets.

"Aunt, I want your two kilograms of candy ticket."

"Okay, two dollars."

"Here's the money."

After taking the ticket and putting it in his schoolbag, Li Jiayi prepared to move forward.

"Wait a moment, young comrade." Just at this moment, a middle-aged man stopped him.

"What do you want?" Li Jiayi asked the middle-aged man warily.

"Don't get me wrong, I saw you were buying sugar coupons and national food coupons just now. I have some here, do you want some?"

"Some? How many?"

"More than 20 kilograms of sugar coupons, more than 100 kilograms of national grain coupons."

"No." He said and left without any hesitation.

Because he already knew what the middle-aged man did. He was a ticket scalper, or in other words, a profiteer.

Although he was just buying it, even if something went wrong, the most he would do would be to confiscate the ticket.

But he didn't want to get into this kind of trouble, at least not now. How could he buy tickets from ticket scalpers without even a disguise?

Li Jiayi spent the entire afternoon selling meat or buying tickets.

The harvest was pretty good, with more than 300 yuan in cash, 13 kilograms of sugar coupons, more than 50 kilograms of national grain coupons, and 2 kilograms of non-staple food coupons.

This more than three hundred yuan in cash is excluding the money for collecting the receipt!
It seems that the tickets are not worth much, that is to say, even if these tickets are not collected, the income is still more than 300 yuan.

But this is already very good. In just this afternoon, he earned more than three months' salary of his parents.

If his father knew about this, I wonder if Li Aimin would just lie down.

After returning to the city, he did not go directly home, but went to the supply and marketing cooperative first.

"Aunt, bring me two hundred sheets of oil paper."

"Do you want a bigger one?"

The salesperson already knew Li Jiayi because he had bought many things here, and this oil paper was one of them.

Li Jiayi thought for a moment and said, "Give me some of Xiao Zhang's too! By the way, how much is Xiao Zhang's?"

Oil paper is an indispensable item in this era, because many things need to be wrapped with oil paper.

And the price is not expensive, only one cent for a large piece, and you can buy a whole duck.

"Four for one cent from Xiao Zhang."

Thinking that I would need a lot of oil paper to make spicy noodles, especially small ones, I said, "Two yuan for a large one, and three yuan for a small one."

The small sheet is exactly one-fourth the size of the large sheet. No wonder there are four sheets for one cent. There is no difference at all. You just don't need to cut it yourself.

"Okay, I'll get it for you."

"Wait a minute, Auntie, give me another two pounds of peach cakes and two cans of White Rabbit milk candy."

The saleswoman was speechless! I don't know whose child this is. He always buys candy by the can.

"Two kilograms of food coupons, ten kilograms of sugar coupons."

"Here you go."

Then Li Jiayi took out some money and handed it over. Two cans of White Rabbit milk candy were thirty-six yuan, which was basically fixed.

There are five pieces of oil paper in total.

The price of the peach pastry made him speechless. It was even more expensive than meat, at 75 cents per pound, almost catching up with the price of fruit candy.

In the past, as long as the family had food coupons, his mother would buy them peach cakes or fruits. He thought it was because they were cheap, but it turned out that it was not the case at all.

Soon, what Li Jiayi wanted was ready, the money and bills had been paid, and he left with his things.

Not long after walking, he entered an alley. When he came out a few minutes later, the thing he was holding in his hand was gone.

Of course, some of them were put into his schoolbag, such as a can of White Rabbit milk candy and two pounds of peach cakes.

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