Hearing her say this, the wholesale department must be gone, so I have to buy it at the counter. Brocade is the most expensive silk, 0.75 cm narrow, 7 yuan a meter, a dress is roughly 2.5 meters.

The eldest girl and the little daughter-in-law in the village add a piece, sixty or seventy people, and get more than 180 meters of cloth. The brocade on the counter is fifty meters long, but it is not a whole horse, and some of it has already been sold.

In this era, there were not many people who bought brocade, and wealthy families were willing to buy one when they got married. So, even the best red brocade is left, more than twenty meters remain.

I really don't need much red, and it's not for marriage, the people in the village wear it by themselves, and the red color is too bright, and few people dare to wear it.

Grandma asked for a horse of rose, a horse of pink purple, a horse of bean green, a horse of golden, and a horse of jujube red, and the rest of the big red was also wanted.

Youyou asked Grandma to take the dark red one and put it for the old man in her family. There were only three horses left on the counter, and the salesman looked at it and wondered, he had never seen so many bought at one time.

She looked at her grandmother, and finally couldn't hold back: "Old comrade, what do you want so much brocade for?"

Grandma smiled, "I gave it to others, it's not about to be the New Year, everyone wants to have a festive year, so they ask me to buy it." ”

The salesman shook his head suspiciously, and didn't ask again, apparently not convinced. But I still measured it carefully, and said to myself: "I won't be able to sell these cloths in two years." "No wonder it's covered tightly with a gold velvet cloth.

It seems that the truth that is out of place is really not very credible.

A total of 237 meters of cloth, the salesman wiped the odds, and spent a total of 1,659 yuan. The people in the neighborhood were attracted to it, watching Grandma whisper eagerly. Youyou thought, there are few people at noon, and if there are many people, they must not be watched.

Finally, Grandma bought another piece of gold velvet and wrapped it in brocade. The salesman helped the grandmother carry it to the door of the building. Grandma called out for a tricycle and pushed the cloth into her yard.

The mother and daughter then swept the non-staple food store and fruit store, and bought it when they saw the right one, and it was almost the New Year, and the New Year's goods in the store were on the shelves. Thinking of the lotus root in Chenzhuang last year, there were more than 30 catties left in the store this time, and grandma saw that the time was only more than two o'clock in the afternoon, so she wanted to go there. Youyou has other plans, she wants to go to Xinhua Bookstore to buy model paintings.

Grandma can be said to be obedient to Yoyo now, and without saying a word, she took her to Xinhua Bookstore. Xinhua Bookstore is crowded with children buying villain books, today is Sunday, Xinhua Bookstore is the children's favorite place, a child buys, can follow a group of staff.

All the sample paintings on the counter have been replaced with new ones, and the few piles of model paintings that were piled up on the ground are gone. No one bought the new one, and a salesperson leaned against the counter, looking at the children huddled together in a daze.

Grandma asked him: "Comrade, are your original model paintings still sold?"

The salesman looked at his grandmother strangely: "Comrade, what do you want the original paintings for? There are a lot of paintings in there that are not allowed to be sold." ”

Grandma replied to him with a reason that she had already thought of: "I have a happy event at home, and I want to use the reverse side of the painting to stick to the wall, and I heard that the original old paintings in your bookstore cost two cents a pound, and I want to buy some." ”

Nowadays, when young people get married, they generally use paper to paste all the walls on it, those who have money buy white paper, and those who don't have money find some newspapers, and the model paintings are thick and strong, and the back is pure white, which is much stronger than buying white paper.

Youyou browsed the memoirs of the 70s on the Internet, and saw that many people recalled that after the model painting was processed, the internal personnel of the supply and marketing cooperative system used waste and pasted the back of the model painting on the wall.

The man seemed to understand, and he smiled and said, "It's really a waste use, or the wisdom of the masses is infinite, who came up with such a good idea." Come with me, there's a warehouse in the back. ”

Grandma followed him to the warehouse behind the store, and the salesman went to a nearby office first and called out someone from inside. Pointing to his grandmother, he introduced him: "Director, it's this old comrade who wants to buy old paintings." ”

The director held a bunch of keys in his hand and walked to the warehouse with his grandmother. The gate of the warehouse is a large double-opening iron gate, which can be opened to allow trucks to enter.

The warehouse was piled with all kinds of books, stacked in bundles on the floor, and many of the bottoms were moldy. Even though it's winter, you can smell musty.

There are really a lot of model paintings, several times more than what Yoyo saw in the store, and there are a lot of mold. The director pointed to the painting on the ground: "Old comrade, these things are said to be not sold to individuals, since you have found them, you can pick some good ones." ”

It seems that the new arrivals are all in the store, and the goods in the warehouse are all removed and processed. Grandma asked him, "Director, have you dealt with all this?"

"Well, a new painting just came after New Year's Day, so I removed the original one, and the rest of the paintings from all these years are here. It turned out that no one dared to deal with it even if it was rotten, but this time it was asked to deal with it from above. The year was busy, and we were ready to send it to the scrap yard after the year, and you came just in time. ”

Grandma handed him a box of big front doors: "Comrade, you smoke, I'll discuss with you." Since you deal with it, sell it all to me. My village is big, and it's almost the New Year. Since I met it, I will do something good for everyone, bring it back and let them all put up the wall and spend the New Year cleanly. ”

The man hesitated for a moment before he said, "There are a lot of rotten things in here, you have to ask for them, and I don't have to go to the acquisition station again." ”

Grandma couldn't ask for it, and promised with a mouthful: "I want it, I want it, I can use the good ones, and I will sell the bad ones to the acquisition station." ”

There was a weighbridge in the warehouse, and the man didn't call anyone, he weighed it himself. I found a bunch of them from inside, and I was so happy to see that they were all model paintings before the Cultural Revolution, and these are all treasures.

There were more than 800 catties in total, and there was still a small pile on the ground that was not weighed, and his grandmother handed him 20 yuan. "Director, the rest of the nicknames, I'll dip some light, count it as a thousand catties. "Actually, the rest of them are not even fifty pounds.

The man put the money in his pocket: "Okay, I'll help you call a car lineup." "It turns out that they have a fixed delivery person, a comrade who watches the gate.

The director enthusiastically helped them, bundled the model paintings separately, loaded them on the ground row car, and specially arranged: "Lao Liu, help this old comrade send it to the place." ”

It was past five o'clock in the afternoon when I arrived at Heijo, and it was getting dark. Grandma didn't go to Grandma Yang, but lit a stove in the house and raised the temperature. The two went straight into the space, ate something, took a hot shower, and rested.

The next morning, Grandma went to find Grandma Yang, they came back soon, Grandma took breakfast, and Grandma Yang pushed over two big bags on a tricycle.