The supply and marketing cooperatives in the district have newly purchased a batch of "Crown" brand weighted bicycles, which are priced at more than 100 yuan, that is, the price of 1,000 catties of rice.

It can carry up to two or three hundred catties of goods at a time, and it is very suitable for long-distance merchants such as selling popsicles and collecting mountain goods.

Wang Shichuan bought one without hesitation and rode on the mechanized road in the countryside, and he was about to float happily.

In the 80s of rural China, the bicycle is just emerging, and it is the first generation of identity labels for wealthy farmers.

For young people, it is also a weapon for pickling girls to find a partner, and its lethality is no less than that of today's BMW and Daben.

In the movie "Life", the picture of Gao Jialin and Liu Qiaozhen riding a bicycle around the county is far away, but it is the best memory in the hearts of a generation.

This is how their youth were, riding bicycles to chase distance and love, or walking on the road to study.

But for farmer Wang Shichuan, the bicycle is certainly not used to show off his wealth and show off.

Like the wooden cart before him, it was the most important means of production in which he reluctantly invested.

Whether you can lead the whole family to become rich and well-off in the future depends on it.

Looking back a few decades later, looking at the life trajectory of Wang Shichuan, a farmer and businessman, it is also a process of continuous upgrading from trekking to transportation.

Wooden carts, bicycles, motorcycles, and then the era of big trucks, his life has also reached its peak.

By the time private cars and cars became popular in the vast countryside, Wang Shichuan and his generation of farmers had already entered the twilight of their lives.

The escalating era not only took away their youth, but even the identity of the peasants became increasingly blurred.

Staying in the concrete jungle of the city, I always feel like a farmer. returned to his hometown, but he had long been unrecognizable.

is like what is expressed in the movie "Buckwheat Grows Crazy": what you can't go to is far away, and what you can't go back to is your hometown. Being alive is the greatest meaning.

Throughout the ages, all nostalgia has been a confusion of identity.

This is true of the older generation of peasant Wang Shichuan, and so is his son, Wang Jiacheng, a new-generation peasant college student.

The means of transportation were available, but the containers containing the mountain goods made Wang Shichuan rack his brains.

Fertilizer bags, clay pots, and clay pots are definitely not good. The sack barely fits, but it can't hold liquids like tung oil and clay paint.

There are also tea, honey, pheasants and wild boars, etc., how to hold these things in the back seat of a small bicycle, all of which are asked by the university.

Wang Shichuan spent a few days humbly seeking advice from his peers in the supply and marketing cooperatives and bazaars, and finally found a feasible solution.

Weave two long bamboo baskets and fix them on both sides of the back seat. The barrels, cans, sacks, snakeskin bags containing mountain goods were all placed in bamboo baskets.

This way, when riding on bumpy mountain roads, you don't have to worry about wheel chain friction or rope breaking.

In fact, it is the principle of the folk wheelbarrow, and in the past, the caravans of the caravan also did this for long-distance transport.

As for the containers, the supply and marketing cooperatives of the brigade transport plastic barrels of bulk soju, which are filled with tung oil, soil paint, and honey, will definitely work. The tea leaves in the market are all white iron barrels, and they are made to order at the foreign iron shop in the county. As for dry goods such as pine mushrooms, pheasants, and wild boars, it is OK to prepare a few more sacks.

When Wang Shichuan prepared all the outfits and rushed to Hongshiwan Primary School, a full month had passed since his promise to his old father Wang Shichuan.

"Shichuan, why haven't you come here until now! My hair is gray!"

After seeing his son, Wang Yuanchu was relieved, everyone worked together to unload the bamboo basket, and the car teacher couldn't wait to help the bicycle, and with the help of two students, he turned in a circle on the playground.

At that time, the enthusiasm of young people in the countryside to learn to ride a bicycle was no less than that of today's driving schools.

On the threshing floor, school playground, and machine farming road, help each other and learn from each other, and the whole people participate.

Bicycles have also become one of the earliest "three major pieces" of folk newlyweds after the reform and opening up, and the other two seem to be sewing machines and radios.

It has a deep imprint of the times, and it is also full of people's yearning for a better life in different periods.

"Dad, do you think it's so easy to change careers! These two bamboo baskets took me a week, and these two foreign iron buckets for tea are custom-made! These five plastic buckets, I went to all the supply and marketing cooperatives in Lu'an Prefecture, and finally I asked an acquaintance to buy them! And these stationery! The family is planting seedlings these days, and Wei Lan is tired to death when she is busy alone! You still think I'm late! Hahaha!"

Wang Shichuan was hungry and thirsty, so he picked up his father's teapot and drank it wildly.

After a day of riding the mountain road, he relied on three cold buns to survive until now.

"It's good to come! Brother Wang is here, and our mountain goods will be settled!"

Lao Zhang hurriedly rounded the two of them, and turned around and shouted for the car.

"Teacher Che, don't play! Come over and hand over the mountain goods to Boss Wang, and see how much money you make!"

After all, it was Wang Shichuan's first business, and it was also the first transaction of the mountain goods store of Hongshiwan Primary School, and everyone couldn't wait.

"Second brother, your own business must be fair at this price!

The car ran over with beads of sweat on his face, and said to Wang Shichuan with a smile.

"It must be fair! Hehe, I dare to be unfair to my old father's business!"

Wang Shichuan responded happily to the cart, and had already taken out the rod scale and was ready to make a transaction.

All the mountain goods contained in bamboo tubes were all lifted out, that is, five categories: 50 catties of tung oil, 30 catties of soil paint, 100 catties of sun-dried pine mushrooms, 100 catties of wild tea, and 20 catties of wild honey with propolis.

Wang Shichuan was familiar with the market outside the tung oil and soil paint mountain, so he directly gave the purchase price.

There is no consensus on how much pine mushrooms and honey will sell at the market, and it is generally decided by buyers and sellers on the spot.

Xiaoche discussed with Lao Zhang and Lao Wu, and gave a selling price on his own, five cents a pound of pine mushrooms, and two pounds of honey.

These mountain goods were originally used by the babies to pay for school tuition, but now it seems that the tung oil alone far exceeds their tuition and miscellaneous fees. The idea of the old principal Wang Yuanchu to pay for the tuition fees seems to have been successful, and it has also made the stationery expenses of each child and even the food expenses at school at noon have been settled.

"I'll take it first, if I can sell it at a high price in the market, I'll give you some back! It's not easy for Shanliwa, I can't make money without conscience!"

Wang Shichuan accepted the offer of the car, and slowly poured buckets of sweet wild honey into the plastic bucket, while saying sincerely.

"Second brother, with your words, we will have to do this mountain goods business! But before the ugly words, if you lose money, I won't have the money to return you!"

Such a large transaction volume far exceeded Mr. Car's expectations, and she said to Wang Shichuan with joy, for fear that the other party would regret it.

"You won't lose money! You don't know about today's bazaar, people in the city buy things as if they don't need money, and they can sell everything! Small car, the business of your mountain goods store will be expanded, and it will definitely not work with the students alone!"

Wang Shichuan was a connoisseur rubbing the tea leaves and replied.

"It's also the first time you've been in the mountain goods business, and we'll expand it when the way on your side opens up. Otherwise, it won't be easy to collect too much and smash your hands!"

Lao Zhang Le said that in order to avoid suspicion, Wang Yuanchu had already avoided everyone when they were trading.

"This tea is not good, it is out of breath, there is no fragrance at all! The wild tea in the inner mountains is a good thing outside! I heard the salesman of the supply and marketing cooperatives in the city say that the wild tea in the inner mountains before and after the Qingming Festival can be bought out for 20 yuan a catty!"

Wang Shichuan is a layman to tea, but he can also smell that the wild tea collected by the cart has no taste, and the quality is not good-looking.

"These teas lack the old fire, just go back to the pot and bake it. My father-in-law is an old tea master, let him bring the guy over tomorrow to help us pick up the pickup, and you can also learn from the back of the car!"

Lao Wu had been watching the transaction with his hands behind his back and said very little, and when he heard Wang Shichuan complaining that the tea was not good, he opened Chrysostom.

"This is the best, if these teas are not processed and pulled to the market, they must be the price of large-leaf tea!"

"I also know that I'm out of luck, I didn't have a way before, I have no place to put it! The second brother, these two tea barrels are too applicable! Tomorrow the master comes, I will definitely worship him as a teacher!"

The car said happily, her role as the manager of the mountain goods store was already a bit on the road.

"The tea trade is like this, I inquired. The shops in the city supply the tea first, and pay when the tea is sold out. I can't give you this tea money for the time being. ”

In all the mountain goods business, tea has always been the main business.

Even if a hundred catties of wild tea are ten yuan a catty, it is a huge sum of 1,000 yuan.

The first transaction could only cross the river by feeling the stones, asking him to pay so much in advance at one time, Wang Shichuan did not have the guts, so he found such an excuse.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, as long as it can be sold, anything!" the car replied cheerfully.

"The tea leaves in Hongshi Bay are also the first-class good tea in the Dabie Mountains, but unfortunately no one knows it in the deep mountains! Sasaka, you can find a way to help us unify sales. The mountain goods are all side jobs, but this tea has a bright future, and if you do a good job, you can earn thousands of family fortunes!

Wang Yuanchu didn't do carpenter work today, but after assigning the students' homework, he came over again, and saw that a few people were talking about tea, so he interjected.

"Of course you know Mabu Street below the reservoir! Before the reservoir was built, we were only a mountain road more than 20 miles away from Mabu in Hongshi Bay!"

Lao Zhang replied that he was still a baby when the reservoir was being built, and he saw the bustling Mabu Street flooded to the bottom with his own eyes. The nearest mountain waterway leading to the mountains of Hongshi Bay has since become a high gorge and a flat lake that stretches for dozens of miles, and they are also firmly trapped in this mountain.

"Since the Ming Dynasty, Mabu Street is the largest tea market in the northwest of Anhui, among which the best mountain tea "Jiangbei Bee Wings" that pays tribute to the imperial court is produced in the area of Hongshi Bay!"

Wang Yuanchu studied in Weixi Middle School when he was young, not far from Mabu Street, and was deeply impressed by this prosperous rural town, so of course he talked about the past.

Before the liberation of my father-in-law, he was a man of a tea merchant on Mabu Street, and his old skill in roasting tea has been lost for many years! You are right, tea leaves must be roasted and sorted in a centralized manner in order to produce good and famous tea!"

Lao Wu sincerely admired, so the prospect of the Hongshiwan tea industry is really limitless!

Wang Shichuan didn't think so, he couldn't see the future so far away.

I only know that people in the city and the public like to drink tea, and there are basically few people in the countryside who taste tea.

There is little clear soup and water on the dinner table all year round, and drinking tea is panicking.