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Chapter 118 Panjiayuan Pigeon Market

The pigeon market here is really lively.

Not to mention anything else, just looking at the large number of bicycles at the gate, you can estimate how many people are here.

There is not just one entrance and exit here, but eight.

It means wealth coming from all directions.

"Master, how much is the mutton?" Bai Baoshan saw that the mutton was quite fresh, so he walked forward and asked.

"The sheep from Inner Mongolia were slaughtered less than two hours ago, so they are absolutely fresh. If you have a ticket, it's 7 cents. If you don't have a ticket, it's 6 yuan.

Even if you go to Donglaishun, you don’t need a ticket, but it still costs 2 yuan per pound.”

Bai Baoshan smacked his lips, "Master, why is this so expensive?"

"Expensive? The pork is 3 yuan per pound, and the fat meat is 4 yuan. The mutton is already very authentic. Don't complain about the price. I have a limit on the quantity. Each person can only take 2 pounds at most."

"Okay, I want to eat this too, please cut me two pounds.

I don't have such a fine ticket, here's the 5 yuan."

The master took the money, found the right position and cut it.

Without even a scale, they just wrapped it in oil paper and tied it with rope and threw it to Bai Baoshan. "It's two pounds high, one ounce less. You came and smashed my table, so all the meat on the table is yours."

"Haha, I believe you." Bai Baoshan gave the boss a big thumbs up.

Carrying the mutton, I followed the crowd and squeezed in.

I finally understand why so few people buy mutton.

Not only is there not much profit, but it's also extremely expensive.

Bai Baoshan walked not far away and saw a man selling pork.

There is not much fat, only two fingers thick.

I guess the boss was tired of being asked this question, so there was a piece of cardboard with the following words written on it: Pork tenderloin 2 yuan, pork leg 2.5 yuan, pork belly 3 yuan, fat meat 4 yuan, and bones are not for sale.

It also says that the purchase limit is 2 kilograms per person.

Sure enough, a group of people gathered around, and each of them was grinning at the sight of the cardboard.

too expensive.

Bai Baoshan thought that this was probably the stall set up by the government itself.

But some people don't seem to be short of money, or they need this little bit of money.

I usually buy two kilograms.

Bai Baoshan just took a look and didn't buy anything.

Now the family has no shortage of money.

Bai Baoshan walked forward and saw shops selling all kinds of grains.

There were a few people selling soybeans. Bai Baoshan thought about it and walked over.

This is another expensive item, 1 yuan per pound.

Okay, after some calculation, he took out a small bag from his pocket and said, "Master, 1 kilograms." He also handed over 5 yuan.

The boss didn't say anything and started weighing it directly.

Weigh it and hand it over.

Bai Baoshan took it and held it in his hand. With these soybeans, he could move the things in his space out.

There is also a purchase limit for rice and flour, 2 kilograms per person. No need to ask, it's very expensive.

Didn’t you see that everyone looked at it and no one bought it?

Bai Baoshan finally understood that most of the ones with purchase restrictions were official. Who else but the officials had so many good things?

The price increase and purchase restrictions are for the rich to see.

I saw someone selling corn kernels and asked, and they said, "3 cents." Although there is no purchase limit, they only have 5 kilograms, which is just right for two large sacks. The old man looked at Bai Baoshan and said, "If you want it, just give me 300."

Maybe it was Bai Baoshan's luck. Secondly, there were not many families in Beijing who had stone mills or rollers, so buying corn kernels was pure nonsense.

Bai Baoshan is fine.

Just pay for it.

But we need their help to carry it to the north gate.

need.

The old man waved his hand, and two sturdy men in coarse cloth came over.

Each of them picked up a bag and threw it onto their backs. It looked like they were doing it without any effort at all.

I have to praise him as a real man.

There's nothing else to buy, so these 300 kilograms should be enough.

It would be good enough if Village Chief Zhao could send me 500 kilograms of yam. 300 kilograms would be enough.

As for speculation and profiteering, it is not that strict these days.

If the situation was really taken to a serious level, at least 700 million people out of the 500 million population in Beijing would have to be shot.

He led the two of them outside.

He took out his own bike and took out the rope from the basket.

Two men helped and put the two sacks directly behind Bai Baoshan's car, took the rope and tied them up tightly.

The quality of this car is so good that Bai Baoshan couldn't help but praise it as awesome.

Not only did he buy the corn, he also made two sacks of money.

But I can’t make any money from this sack, I have to give it to Village Chief Zhao.

When you go back, you can't be as rushed as when you came.

Avoid the small pits and walk back slowly.

When we arrived at the gate of the compound, it was almost 7 o'clock.

There were people at the door who had eaten their fill and had nothing to do, so they just went there to hang out.

Bai Baoshan tied up the cart, untied the rope, and exerted his strength to carry the bag directly onto his shoulder.

As for someone helping you? Forget it. If you have something good to offer, someone will come. This is obviously more than 100 kilograms of stuff. No one will pay attention to you.

No one is stupid.

Bai Baoshan carried the sack into the yard and put it at the door.

Knocked on the door.

"Qiao Yun, open the door."

Then he went outside to carry another bag.

When Bai Baoshan came back carrying the second bag, Qiao Yun was already at the door.

"Brother." Qiao Yun opened the door immediately when she saw Bai Baoshan.

The bag was placed in the yard.

Bai Baoshan went out and pushed the cart.

"What are you doing around an empty car?" When Bai Baoshan came out this time, he saw a group of people surrounding the car.

Mainly look at the basket at the back of the car.

Although it was wrapped tightly, there was still a faint smell of sheep.

"Baoshan, is this the mutton you bought?" Yan Bugui poked his glasses and his throat rolled.

"What? You want to buy it too? Panjiayuan, 2 yuan per pound. Run faster now, maybe there are still some left." Bai Baoshan said.

"Is this... so expensive? Baoshan, how are you going to eat this meat?" Yan Bugui rubbed his hands.

"Eat it raw." Bai Baoshan pushed the cart and left.

A few people with dark faces were left at the door.

"Panjiayuan? Isn't this Pigeon City? Second Uncle, he is an official. If he goes to Pigeon City, do you want us to report him?"

Yan Bugui held his eyes, "Who doesn't go to Pigeon City these days? Are you going, or am I not going? If things really get out of hand, no one will be able to go. Will your family starve to death first, or whose?

We all know that we can’t go to Pigeon City, and we can’t tell you if we might go there, do you understand?

Besides, the government doesn’t care about Pigeon City anymore, so it’s better to have less trouble than more.” Yan Bugui walked into the yard with his hands behind his back.

The remaining few people were muttering more and more excitedly.

Finally, as it got dark, they all went home.

However, during the night, a hunched figure quietly left the yard.

He slowly found his way to the street office and stuffed an envelope with a report letter on it into the mailbox.

Then I went to the police station and stuffed another letter in there.

He ran to the East District Public Security Bureau and stuffed another letter in it. Not far across the street was the East District Conquest Compound, and he also stuffed another letter in there.

Then he walked quickly with a grin and bared teeth.

"Brother, are you ready? I'm starving."

"Haha...Okay, okay."

Lamb stewed with yam, with a circle of pancakes around it.

Each person had a big bowl. Qiao Yun's had a lot of yam and mutton, while Bai Baoshan's only had a big spoonful of yam and not much mutton.

"Brother, eat the cake. We can talk about other things after you get well. Eat more." Looking at Qiao Yun's eyes, Bai Baoshan touched her little head.

After one sip, the whole body becomes active. It tastes delicious.

Actually, the smell is not that strong.

But there is a fragrance.

Lingering around the tip of the nose.

Even Yan Bugui, who had sneaked back from outside, sniffed a few times when he arrived at the gate of Baibaoshan.

Then he smiled meaningfully, and went home shaking his head.