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Chapter 16 Buying and Selling

With a large population, there will be a large flow of people. The most important thing is that in this era, people in the northern part of the imperial capital are the richest, and this place is also the most prosperous. If someone is rich, isn't it the best place to do business?

After passing Chang'an Street, there was a forest on the north side of Chang'an Street. Ye Lin plunged into it and came out from the other side of the forest. But the difference was that he did not come out walking, but riding a car.

Small bicycle.

There were also strollers in this era, especially in the big cities in the south, and in the imperial capitals, but they were very few, and the families that could own strollers were not ordinary families. Anyway, Ye Lin had never seen anyone with one.

Not only was Ye Lin riding a stroller, he was also carrying a box behind the stroller. Of course, it was the box he made in space to hide it from others.

Riding a stroller on this trip made people turn around a lot, not only because he was riding a stroller, but also because the box he was pulling with the stroller, a box with wheels, was something I had never seen before.

After leaving Deshengmen, we walked forward for almost a kilometer, which was a little north of the Desheng International Center in later generations. However, in this era, it was an open space with some collapsed houses nearby.

This place should have been a village before, but for some reason they all moved away, leaving it as it is now.

When Ye Lin came over, there were already many people here, but everyone stayed together in twos and threes, and they were far apart from each other. These twos and threes should know each other, and who was Ye Lin?

do not know.

So he could only find a random place, park the bicycle, level the box behind it, and then open the board on the box to turn it into an oval table, which can also be said to be a simple stall.

In the box below, there is a door on the side next to Ye Lin, where you can take things back and forth. Ye Lin opened the door, took out a sign from inside, and put it in front of the stall.

When Ye Lin first came over, these people saw Ye Lin riding a baby carriage and guessed that Ye Lin was not a child from an ordinary family. You must know that in this era, not to mention baby carriages, not many people can afford ordinary bicycles.

There are hierarchies in any era, and this era is more clearly divided than later generations. When they saw Ye Lin for the first time, these people knew that Ye Lin was someone they could not afford to offend.

Originally, they thought that Ye Lin came here to play with nothing to do, but they saw that Ye Lin quickly set up a stall. You know, the transactions here are all secretive, and no one dares to open the stall like this.

Out of curiosity, these people gathered around to take a look. At this time, Ye Lin had already put out the things, including fish, eggs, duck eggs, white noodles, chickens and ducks. They were not put out, but it was written on the sign.

What Ye Lin’s brand says is:

Silver carp costs one yuan a piece, no tickets required.

Grass carp is one for two, no ticket required.

Carp is 1 yuan and 5 yuan per carp, no votes required.

Chickens are $1,50 each, no votes required.

The duck costs two yuan a piece, no tickets required.

Eggs cost five cents each, no tickets required.

Duck eggs cost eight cents each, no tickets required.

White flour costs 35 cents a pound, no votes.

In addition, various tickets are collected and sold.

To be honest, the price Ye Lin wrote is not cheap even if it is expensive, but it is not expensive even if it is not expensive. Take white flour as an example. The supply and marketing cooperative sells it for 16.55 pounds, but don’t forget,

To buy white flour at supply and marketing cooperatives, you need to show grain stamps. Only state-owned units and collective purchases use grain stamps.

Ye Lin struggled with this at first, but that day when he was out running, Ye Lin had a meal in the cafeteria outside. Two white-flour steamed buns not only cost him a dime, but also gave him four taels of food stamps.

Li Ran was afraid that Ye Lin would get hungry while running outside, so he prepared food stamps, vegetable stamps and money for him in case of emergencies. However, Ye Lin would not eat outside unless absolutely necessary.

A pound of food stamps can be sold for 20 cents, so Ye Lin thought of this method, counting the food stamps into the money. Although a pound of white flour is 18.5 cents more expensive than the supply and marketing cooperative, it is still cheaper.

It just seems to be expensive.

"Comrade, do you sell all these things?"

"Yes, I don't have enough food at home, so take it out and exchange it for some money." Ye Lin said nonchalantly.

The more he said nonchalantly, the more these people thought about what kind of family in this era had endless food, chicken, fish, meat and eggs, which also made them more afraid of Ye Lin.

"Okay, everyone, stop standing around here. If you stand around here, how can others buy things?"

Ye Lin is also a person from the 21st century. He has never seen pigs running around, and he has never eaten pork. In later generations, the streets are full of stalls and food stalls. Even if they have never sold anything, they can still look at it.

That's almost it, not to mention Ye Lin's photographic memory.

After these people dispersed, Ye Lin cleared his throat and shouted: "Those coming from the south and the north, take a walk and take a look. There is no such store after passing this village. There are people flying in the sky, running on the ground, and swimming in the water."

You can find everything you want in the ground."

"Comrade, do you really have chickens here?"

"Yes, it's just a rooster."

The chickens of this era are all native chickens, and they are not as big as those of later generations. I don’t know why the chickens of this era weigh only four or five kilograms at most, and they are still gross weight. After being packed, they must at least be lighter.

Bundle.

"It doesn't matter if you're a rooster or a hen, you really don't need a ticket, right?"

"That's right, no votes required."

"Then give me one."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Ye Lin squatted down, opened the box below, and took out a rooster from inside, and the chicken's feet were tied with grass. This box was just a cover. Indeed, Ye Lin took it out from the chicken coop in space.

He handed the chicken to the other party and got one dollar and fifty cents. This was his first transaction in the pigeon market. Ye Lin was so excited that he put the money to his mouth, kissed it, and then collected it.

"Big, round eggs, duck eggs, and fat, big fish. If you have any, hurry up and buy them. The quantity is limited."

"Little brother, you can't shout like this, aren't you inviting the red armband?" A middle-aged man nearby who was engaged in reselling came over and said to Ye Lin.

Ye Lin knew that he had good intentions, so he smiled and said: "It's okay, these days, the bold will starve to death and the timid will starve."

This place has existed for many years. Does Red Armband know that? Red Armband also understands what's going on. They even come here to buy things sometimes, but they come here secretly.

For Ye Lin, who is very aware of this period of history, it has not been so strict in recent years, at least it was not so strict before 1966, which is why he dared to shout so blatantly.

Of course, although it is not that strict, there are still people in charge. As long as you don't hit the muzzle of the gun, if you see the red armband coming, then you can leave. At least you can get by with face.

"Okay, but you better be careful, you are too ostentatious."

"I know, I will be careful, thank you."

"You're welcome."

At this time, a young man in his thirties came over, took a look at the sign hung by Ye Lin, and asked: "Little comrade, do you accept various tickets here?"

"Yes, what votes do you have?" Ye Lin quickly stood up and asked.

"Food stamps."

"how many?"

"One hundred pounds."

“Local food stamps or national food stamps?”

"Local food stamps."

"One cent and eighty one pound."

"Eight cents?" Hearing Ye Lin say one cent and eighty pounds, the young man frowned and said, "Isn't it two cents?"

"Look at what I wrote, collect and sell. You're right about the two cents, but I can't work for nothing. I collect two cents and then sell it for two cents, unless I'm sick."

Hearing what Ye Lin said, the young man said, "Aren't you just buying and selling?"

Ye Lin shrugged and said, "Aren't you the same?"

"Uh!" The young man was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that he came here to sell food stamps, and he was originally just buying and selling.

"Then I'll go look elsewhere." The young man said and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute." Ye Lin called him.

"What's the matter?" Seeing the young man stop, Ye Lin said: "I think it's better for you to sell it to me. You have a hundred kilograms of food stamps. I don't think anyone can buy them all at once. Although I

It’s two cents cheaper per catty than others, but I can buy it all at once, which is better than you selling it for a few days and still not being able to sell it out.”

Ye Lin is right. Although local food stamps cost two cents per pound as the normal price, no one would want that much at once. Besides, there are many people selling food stamps in Pigeon Market.

Moreover, others are still specialized in doing this. As for the young man, it is just this time, so it will probably be more difficult to sell.

"Comrade, little brother is right. There are many people selling food stamps in this place. Your food stamps may not be easy to sell." The middle-aged man next to him said as he took out a handful of food stamps.

"I'd better take another look."

"Okay, you go." Since the young man wanted to try it, what else could Ye Lin say? The reason why he called the young man just now was just to remind him. Since he insisted on selling it himself, then go ahead

Bar.

After the young man left, Ye Lin asked the middle-aged man next to him: "Uncle, where did the food stamps in your hands come from? Don't worry, I'm just curious."

Ye Lin saw the food stamps that the middle-aged man took out just now. They weighed at least a hundred kilograms. Although the middle-aged man was just buying and selling, Ye Lin was still very curious when he took out hundreds of kilograms of food stamps at once.

"Actually, it's nothing. I just buy low and sell high. Some of it is collected from others, and some is from those units. But I can't get much from individuals. The majority is from those units."

"Understood."

Ye Lin really understood that at any time, the collective is the boss, and the individual, to put it bluntly, is nothing. It is not easy for Li Ran, the grade director of a junior high school, to get some food stamps.

"Comrade, bring me a silver carp." A middle-aged woman came over with a basket and pointed at a silver carp and said to Ye Lin.
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