I was idle, and Jiang Yu asked a middle-aged man selling chickens on his right: "Uncle! How much does a chicken cost?"

The person Jiang Yu asked about was hunching his neck with his hands: "Two pieces and five pieces."

"Doesn't you just have two or five per piece in size?"

"Whatever the size is, it's almost the same."

The rooster this uncle sells is not small in size and is quite uniform in size. It is really hard to tell who is older and who is smaller.

"Uncle! Look at this, you brought six chickens, and I'll pack them up for two dollars."

The chickens this uncle brought to the market were all big chickens weighing about five kilograms. If they could buy them for two yuan, they would not lose money when they went home.

He also wants to give two to An Minghai.

An Minghai gave himself so much money, so he had to express himself a little bit during the Chinese New Year.

Of course, you can't just give away two chickens. In addition, two bottles of wine and two cigarettes are expected to cost 20 yuan.

"Young man! You can't sell it for two dollars."

"Uncle! Actually, you sold it for three dollars less. I was frozen here. I will pay a 50 cent tax later. I will make a clean and clean sale to me now."

The uncle thought about it and felt something was reasonable: "That's it, you added another dollar to the price you mentioned. These chickens and this candid bag are all yours."

He used the little straw bag to carry the chicken with his slim eyes.

This means buying six chickens for thirteen yuan.

Jiang Yu counted out thirteen dollars without hesitation, and the uncle left happily.

After careful calculation, he sold one five yuan less. When the market is managed, he still has to pay a tax of 50 cents. Now he has saved all the 50 cents.

In winter, people who came to the market came late, and at around 8 o'clock, there were more people in the market.

Jiang Yu also started to set up the stall. He spread the two versions of the word "Fu" all over the street stall, and looked bright red and very conspicuous.

"Hold the grass! Why did you still sell the word "Fu"?"

"Now the market sells more and more styles, but the word "Fu" looks pretty good, much better than finding someone in the village to handwritten it."

"Young man! How much does this word "Fu" cost?"

"Two pennies per cent."

The cost of these characters of Fu is one cent to recite, and it is a bit unfair to sell for five cents.

Jiang Yu thought his business would be as prosperous as the sun at noon, and it would not take long for the five hundred words "Fu" he brought to sell out.

But it turns out that he was thinking too much.

Although there are many people asking and many people watching, no one pays for it.

Is the price high?

People spend four cents to buy a piece of red paper in a store and can write six characters of Fu, but buying six characters of Fu is 30 cents for him. It is indeed extremely expensive in terms of price.

But can the senses be the same?

The word "Fu" contains a horizontal banner of "Go to Win the Fortune", including a gold ingot and a treasure pot, and a pair of fish on the left and right.

This is a standard version more than ten years later. Except that the paper is not as thick as the word Fu bought in later generations, it is not bad at all.

Isn’t it just a good fortune during the Chinese New Year? Even if it’s a little more expensive, it’s only 30 cents.

But people don’t buy it?

"Whose chicken is this? How much does it cost?"

Jiang Yu was depressed, and a question suddenly came from his ears.

After the chicken seller left, Jiang Yu just dragged the chickens back a little and placed them in the original place. Some people thought they were sold.

"Three pieces, five pieces!" Jiang Yu replied without raising his head.

"Hold the grass! They have three big chickens and two five little chickens, and you sell three five yuan?"

"My chicken is worth five pounds. What's wrong with selling it for three or five yuan? Do you like to buy it or not."

Jiang Yu had no intention of selling it, so naturally he didn't treat God with a smile.

"Twenty dollars! I'll ask for it all."

While talking, two ten-dollar bills fell in front of Jiang Yu like snowflakes, and then the two guys carried the candle away directly.

no...

Jiang Yu stared at the three people leaving with a silly look, laughing and crying.

That's what I kept for the favor and ate myself. Why did I sell it?

Even if I made seven dollars, I didn’t want to sell it!

This world is a bit magical. I didn’t sell a single piece of Fu word I wanted to sell, and the chicken I didn’t want to sell was bought by someone. What’s the matter!

"Brother! Isn't the word "Fu" good-looking?" Jiang Yu asked a man selling pig skin on the left.

"It looks good! Your word "Fu" looks festive."

"But why no one bought it?"

"Haha! Young man! What is the beginning of the lunar calendar today?"

"It's the second day of the twelfth lunar month!"

"You are selling this thing too early now. If you sell it after fifteen, you will be able to buy it. Now you have to wait a few days if you want to buy it."

A word awakens the dreamer.

It is indeed sold too early, who would buy this thing on the second day of the twelfth lunar month?

Jiang Yu scratched his head and looked at the time. It was tens of tens of thousands of o'clock now.

Just clean up and stop selling it. Since the word "Fu" is too early to sell, it will not be frozen here. You can save 50 cents if you don't come when the tax collectors come.

Jiang Yu started to clean up the stall, but the unfortunate thing was that he had just collected less than one-third of the taxes.

A pink note the size of a matchbox floated to Jiang Yu's stall like snowflakes.

"Fifty cents!"

The tax collector's voice was like ice without any enthusiasm.

But after this guy finished tearing up the ticket, he made an action that surprised Jiang Yu.

Two guys followed him, one of them put his mouth close to his ears, wondering what he muttered.

The guy lowered his head and picked up the pink receipt, and then tore up another yellow receipt.

"piece!"

Jiang Yu looked at the two people following the guy who collected taxes.

"I said, brother! Are you kidding me? What did I sell a tax invoice worth you tore up? Besides, you haven't seen that I've closed the stall?"

"It has nothing to do with me whether you close the stall or not, just a piece of it!"

Although Jiang Yu was angry, he did not express it.

In 1986, the local tax had not yet appeared, and there was only the national tax. The tax collector was still a serious tax officer.

Such people are not easy to offend, so he doesn't care much about it if he says one dollar.

Jiang Yu took out a dollar and handed it to the tax collector.

Those who collected taxes went to the next stall, but the two people following him did not follow him.

"Yang Wu! Isn't seeing you for a few days considered getting involved in the revolutionary ranks?"

Two guys who followed the tax collection and were involved in the spring and autumn, one of them was Yang Wu and the other was the bald man.

The bald man was so angry that Jiang Yu was charged 50 cents more. This guy looked at Jiang Yu with a hat and his eyes provocatively.

"Your name is Jiang..."

"Jiang Yu!"

"Jiang Yu! My brother said you hit my brother yesterday. I will go to find you in two days. Since I met you today, I will say."

"This is what the bald brother behind you said? Yang Wu! Your brothers have to take good care of you. They dare to block the road and rob on the national highway. Do you know how many years it will be sentenced to if you are arrested? You also asked me to say, "You should thank me. If I go to the police station to sue you for blocking the road and robbing, you brothers will have to go in and squat for a few years."

Jiang Yu said calmly.
Chapter completed!