As soon as the sky dawned, the farmer's free market in the county town was already crowded.

A long three-mile street, where stalls selling all kinds of agricultural products are set up from the street to the end of the street.

Butcher stalls, breakfast shops, tofu buyers, sweet potatoes, ginger and red beans, fishermen carrying river fish, hunters selling game, carpenters looking for life, entertainers playing with monkeys, and so on.

There are no boundaries and no classifications, and the three hundred and sixty rows of people of all colors seem to have emerged from the ground overnight, and they all converged on this ancient street.

It is said that last winter, the first stall that appeared on this street was a tofu shop, and soon there was a breakfast stall for fried fritters.

Both masters were in the mood to give it a try, and set up their stalls on the inconspicuous side of the street, for fear that the street cadres who "cut the tail of capitalism" would come and tear down their stalls.

After half a month, there was no incident, and this information spread from the city to the countryside.

Without any organization and publicity, people from all over the country sell some agricultural and sideline products to find some pocket money, and they will go straight to Sanli Street.

Citizens who have suffered from the shortage of economy and the neglect of state-run vegetable stores have also made it a habit to go to Sanli Street every day to buy vegetables on the street.

This old waterway wharf leading to the bank of the Wei River is also like atomic fission, and it only took a few months to go from not seeing a figure for half a day to a farmer's market full of people.

At that time, the countryside people did not have the concept of going out to work, and the biggest pastime in the agricultural slack season was to catch up with the big market to visit the county.

In the early morning of every autumn and winter, the county roads and township roads leading to the county seat are full of people rushing to the market.

Of course, it takes money to visit the county, and Sanli Street has become a place for people to stay.

Go there and sell the agricultural and sideline products brought into the city, and with the money in your hand, you can go shopping.

Go to the movies together, get a new haircut, take a bath in the bathhouse, and buy some snacks for the elderly and children in the city.

Reading babies in the countryside will nibble on a piece of flatbread and wander in front of the villain's bookstall on the street for a long time.

Of course, this was all after 83 or 84 years, and in the early summer of 1980, when Wang Shichuan and his wife came to the county for the first time to practice stalls, the material and cultural life had not yet been enriched to this extent.

With bicycles as a means of transportation, the couple can get into the city much faster than people on foot.

When they came to Sanli Street, it was just dawn, and the street was deserted, and the sound of roosters crowed everywhere.

Some people may want to ask, how did a bicycle come over with 300 catties of mountain goods and two big living people.

In fact, it is very simple, the bamboo basket in the back seat carries the goods, and the 100-pound Weilan sits horizontally on the girder of the car in front.

Ride on flat roads, ride downhill, push cart walking on uphill roads, and everything is OK.

The wisdom and hard work of the working people are endless, and Wang Shichuan used this bicycle to carry more than 500 catties of mountain goods at one time when he was the most.

I used my bicycle as a unicycle and pushed it all the way out of the mountains.

"What's the use of coming so early!

A gust of morning wind blew, and Wang Shichuan, who was sweating profusely, felt a deep coldness, and couldn't help complaining about his daughter-in-law.

"Only when you come early can you occupy a good market! When the stall at dawn will not be grabbed!"

Jiekou is the only place for citizens of various communities in the city to enter Sanli Street, and it is also a golden treasure place for practicing stalls to buy mountain goods, and Wei Lan has more experience than Wang Shichuan in this regard.

Several sacks were laid out on the road, samples of camellia, honey, and dried pine mushrooms were arranged, and a half-foot-wide cedar board was a sales sign, inserted in a bamboo basket.

The text on it was written by Mr. Wang Yuanchu himself, and the mountains and mountains in Hongshi Bay: wild tea, pine mushrooms, wild honey, lacquer oil, tung oil, etc., are eye-catching and direct.

But all the old Lu'an people know the Hongshiwan reservoir area, and they also know that the camellia there is the most authentic.

When the two of them cleaned up the stalls and stopped to take a breath, the sky was already dawning, and people from all walks of life came to the market.

The left and right sides of their stall were quickly occupied, and on the left was a young man, carrying a bamboo basket of yellow eel, which was also Wang Shichuan's biggest sideline before the land was brought to the household.

On the right hand side is a middle-aged farmer selling bamboo baskets, and a flat pole has brought hundreds of ten large and small baskets, and the fragrance of garden bamboo is still exuding.

The eldest brother was estimated to be on the road after midnight, covered in dew.

After grabbing this good location, he sat on the curb of the street and rolled up his trouser legs, let out a long sigh of relief, and threw a hearty smile to Wang Shichuan and his wife.

Everyone is a farmer, and we all know our hardships.

"Brother, your bamboo basket skills are good!"

Wang Shichuan took out a cigarette and handed one to each of the two brothers on the left and right, and everyone greeted each other.

"It's an old craft, this thing is not worth much, hehe. Look at the possibility to make some fertilizer money. ”

The elder brother was also polite, and struck a match to light a fire for Wang Shichuan.

"Where did you come up?" he then asked Wang Shichuan, who seemed illiterate.

"Redstone Bay! We went into town last night!"

Wei Lan was afraid that her husband would tell the truth, so she hurriedly answered.

"It's at least a day to get to Redstone Bay, and it's not easy to walk. ”

The old man of the bamboo basket was convinced, and the young man who sold the yellow eel was very reserved, and he didn't say anything after taking the cigarette and nodding his head.

With the influx of the first wave of grocery buyers, the market suddenly became lively, and the two ended their greetings and started their own transactions.

"New Tea in Red Rock Bay!Honey Pine Mushroom!" "New Tea in Red Rock Bay!"

Wei Lan shouted hard towards the flow of people, Wang Shichuan felt very faceless, squatted in front of the stall in frustration, and muttered from time to time that his daughter-in-law should stop howling.

In fact, their mountain goods are indeed the only ones in the entire market, and the stalls are in a conspicuous position, which has attracted the attention of the aunts and uncles who buy vegetables without much shouting.

"This tea is Neishan tea, but the fire is a little heavy, how much is a catty?"

An uncle who looked like a retired old cadre seemed to understand tea, grabbed a few pieces and put them under his nose to smell them, and asked the price.

"Uncle, twenty yuan a catty!

Wei Lan greeted warmly, Wang Shichuan had already inquired, and the Neishan Yunwu tea sold in the state-run stores in the city was at this price, but it was definitely not as authentic as theirs.

Hongshi Bay wild camellia, the old tea master roasted it by himself, and the whole county could not find a second one.

"This price is too high! How can a roadside stall sell it at this price!" the uncle smiled disdainfully.

"Uncle, we are really people in the mountains! These cloud teas are all wild tea from the mountains in Hongshi Bay, which I picked by myself! Why don't you take some back and soak in water to taste it, and then come back and buy it later!"

Wei Lan half-truthfully recommended tea to the uncle, and the old man and grandmother who were watching around almost blocked the street.

"Forget it! It's not easy for you mountain people! Give me half a catty!"

The uncle understands tea, and seeing that Wei Lan is so sincere, he no longer bargains, and the first tea deal is reached.

They were all neighbors, and when everyone saw the uncle's move, they all rushed to buy it.

Twenty catties of honey were sold out in less than half an hour for ten yuan a catty.

The old man who couldn't grab it repeatedly told Wei Lan to bring more next time.

Tea and pine mushrooms are also sold for one or half a catty, and they are sold cleanly in one morning.

In the early days of reform and opening up, although everyone was still very poor, and a pound of good tea in the mountains was almost worth half a month's salary of ordinary urban workers, it was indeed an era of extreme shortage of consumer goods.

Agricultural and sideline products such as honey and camellia are rarely found in state-run grocery stores.

A family of four, with two catties of meat tickets and a few catties of tofu tickets every month, there are many situations where money cannot buy things.

In the first few years when the farmers' free market was opened, it was also the most prosperous era for the stall economy.

Therefore, the mountain goods brought by Wang Shichuan and his wife sold so smoothly, which was both unexpected and reasonable.

Holding the bulging banknotes in his coat pocket, Wang Shichuan was a little dazed.

The couple originally planned to sell all the tea, and it would take at least ten days or so. Wei Lan rented a hotel in the city to stay in the market, and Wang Shichuan himself rode a bicycle early and returned late.

They didn't expect that so many camellia would be sold out in one morning.

"Weilan, what do you want to eat?"

Wang Shichuan then remembered that he hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and asked his daughter-in-law happily.

"Don't eat, go home!"

Wei Lan buried herself in tidying up the stall, feeling dizzy, as if she was still in a dream.

The huge sum of more than 2,000 yuan brought her great happiness and a sense of accomplishment, but she also felt unprecedented fear, as if there were a pair of invisible eyes around them peeping at them.

The guy selling yellow eels next to him had already ended the transaction and disappeared, and the old brother who sold the bamboo basket still had half of the goods unsold, and was staring at the pair of farmers who suddenly became rich in a daze.

It is estimated that the next time he enters the city, he will also change to the trading of mountain goods.

"Okay, go home and eat! I'll cut a few catties of meat! Buy some tofu!"

Wang Shichuan couldn't understand his daughter-in-law's fear, and said happily with red light.

The couple pushed short-sold bicycles and squeezed into the crowd.

When you meet a pork case, you cut a few catties of pork, and when you meet a tofu seller, you buy a few catties of tofu. I also bought some baked cakes and maltose that children like to eat, and brought a few catties of glutinous rice and soju to my eldest brother Wang Shichun.

In one morning, the profit of one thousand has arrived, which is almost the salary of the father-in-law Wang for two years.

Wei Lan didn't believe that such a miracle had happened to her, and she was still shivering when she drank porridge in front of the breakfast stall at the end of the street, as if she was seriously ill.

I thought that by the end of the year, the family would have enough money to build four brick houses.

The first 10,000 yuan household in the entire Dongfanghong Brigade is already their family, but I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse!

In her opinion, the money she has saved through hard work is not a burden to use.

Today's speed of making money always makes her feel honestly afraid.

Wei Lan even had the idea that the bulk of the 2,000 yuan would be given to Hongshiwan Primary School, and she would only take a fraction of it.

She was satisfied with the three hundred dollars she could earn in a morning's trading.

Raising two fat pigs in a year is only so much to earn.