"Hey, a dollar and an ear of tender corn are also bulging, and they have caught up with the price of a pound of dried corn kernels. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" A passerby muttered as he walked.

"Go in the afternoon. The vendor who sells tender corn responds to an acquaintance: "I plant a lot, and I want to sell it nearby, but I didn't expect it to be able to sell it." ”

Acquaintance: "This is a rural area, every family grows it, who spends money to buy this." ”

Tender corn seller: "You're right, don't come again." ”

Wang Xiaohua-Mei was overjoyed when she heard it: one dollar and one ear of tender corn, one dollar and one pound of dried corn kernels, selling tender corn made a lot of money!

According to the experience of her previous life, she knew that this year's production team had a bumper harvest and a bumper harvest, and the large-scale steel refining and water conservancy construction occupied a group of entire labor force. Women and auxiliary laborers have little strength, and when the crops are confiscated, they will start to fall fools, and God has not opened his eyes for more than 20 days, and the crops are rotten in the ground.

Next year will be a year of famine, so why not sell a batch of tender corn now and save money to buy dried corn kernels next spring, so as to solve the problem of insufficient food in the team.

Although the crops in the field are all on the team, if you use the space channel to secretly toss like this, you can save some people's lives if you can't save it.

Wang Xiaohua-Mei thought about it, and she didn't have the heart to go shopping anymore, so she walked back in the space.

"Old bicycles, old sewing machines, old refrigerators, old televisions, pig iron, wrought iron!"

A middle-aged man driving three horses, broadcasting with a megaphone as he walked, attracted Wang Xiaohua-Mei.

"How much do you pay for an old weighted pigeon cart?" asked a middle-aged man who looked like a peasant.

"Lao Xing City, ten yuan!" replied the scrap collector.

"It's too little, I can still ride this, but with an electric one, I can't ride it. ”

"If I can ride again, I won't ride it back, and I will also send it to the recycling station as a price for scrap iron. Sell not?"

"Longer and longer. ”

"I can't grow anymore, I can't fit it anymore!"

"Then I'll let it go. ”

"You just leave it there, it's not worth ten yuan and then sell it!" said the scrap collector teasingly, driving away with three horses.

Another exciting piece of good news: A weighted flying pigeon cart that can still be ridden is only 10 yuan! This is too cheap! In the previous life and modern times, it was ten ears of tender corn!

And these ten dollars are converted into money in the reality of this world, not even a piece. Because the corn in the previous life was a pound for a dollar, and the one sold to the country in this life is only a few cents.

But in this world, bicycles and sewing machines are expensive, and it costs 100 yuan to buy a new bicycle, and dozens of yuan for second-hand old bicycles.

Wouldn't it be a very meaningful thing to toss the old bicycle from the previous life into this life. The first thing is yourself, riding a bicycle to the county seat, fifteen miles away, half a day to be able to go back and forth!

I caught up with a big set of my previous life in the space, and found two business opportunities, so that Wang Xiaohua and Mei were happy!

Wow! This space channel really works, as long as you are willing to toss, the income is really not a star and a half!

Steamed buns with meat and vegetables eaten at noon. When Wang Xiaohua-Mei returned, there was already a long queue of people receiving the meal.

One is that today's meal is good, and the other is that there is a king with a big belly and Sun can eat steamed buns in a competition, so people came early and waited.

Meat and vegetables can't be served casually, one bowl per person, and the vegetable soup is enough. People are holding their share of meat dishes, holding steamed buns in their hands, and watching the game while eating.

The game was held during the meal, the venue was the courtyard, and the host was the captain Wang Guilan.

It turned out that Wang Mantou still told the captain about Wang and Zhu's bet to eat steamed buns. Wang Guilan felt a bit ridiculous at first, and she didn't agree with it.

couldn't stand Wang Mantou's instigation, and thought: Compare and compare, there are rules in the team: as long as you don't eat outside your stomach, you can eat as much as you want. The two didn't eat out of their stomachs during the game, and they could still let the members watch the excitement, so they agreed.

And because Wang Mantou had to distribute meat and vegetables to people at noon, he couldn't get out, so he reported himself bravely and acted as the host.

Under the command of the captain, the two young men laid a flat bun in the shade of the courtyard, straightened the two bun hooks, put newspapers on them, and lined up the steamed buns from one end and counted them.

Then, according to the quantity of two to one, put the portion that Sun could eat into the basket.

The captain said, "Let's go!" and the two of them sat down in front of their steamed buns and ate them one by one.

Meat dishes are only eaten once a week. Neither of the two people was willing to give up this mouthful, at the beginning, they both ate a bite of meat and vegetables, ate a bite of steamed buns, and the two of them ate with relish. And the speed of eating is not much different, after eating a bowl of meat dishes, I ate more than a dozen steamed buns.

In order to save their stomachs, neither of them served soup anymore, and they all ate dry.

When half of the steamed buns on the flat shoulder were eaten, less than one-third of the steamed buns were left in the basket. Zhu Neng's face showed a look of joy. The heart said: "Two catties of good tobacco leaves belong to me." ”

Next, it was a little difficult for Zhu Neng's food, and he frowned after swallowing. I don't know if I want to entertain everyone in a cheap way, or if I really can't eat it anymore, I break the steamed buns into small pieces and stuff them into my mouth. Every time he stuffed a piece, he used his fingers to pestle into his throat, and the steamed bun seemed to be forced down.

Wang Da Belly still eats leisurely, unhurriedly, five or six mouthfuls of steamed buns.

When he ate until there was only one flat hook left, seeing that there were only two or three steamed buns left in the basket that Zhu Neng was eating, he grinned and frowned, and his swallowing action was a little difficult.

Zhu can eat and see that there is a door: if he eats these two more, he will win. Two catties of dry tobacco leaves is a trivial matter, but this is in full view of everyone, and he can't lose to his king belly. So, I forced myself to eat it one bite at a time.

He doesn't want to think that he is half less than others!

When there was still the last one in the basket, Zhu Neng felt a terrible stomachache, threw down the steamed buns in his hand, and said to the people: "No, I have to go conveniently!"

There was no rule before the game that it was not allowed to be convenient in the game, and people had to allow it. Afraid that he would spit it out of his mouth, he sent two young men to supervise it.

However, Zhu Nengyu never came back. As soon as I went out, I fainted in pain. He was rushed to the commune health center, where his stomach burst and food flowed out, causing massive intra-abdominal hemorrhage.

Besides, after Wang Da Belly saw that Zhu Neng ate it, he resumed his leisurely way of eating, five or six mouthfuls of a big steamed bun, until he ate the steamed buns on the flat hook one by one, and then stood with a big belly and listened to the results of the game - he couldn't sit down.

It was only then that people knew that his earlier grin was pretending to fool Zhu Neng.

"One flat and two flat hook steamed buns, there is no one left. It took fifty-five minutes and fifty-five seconds. Wang Da Belly has won!" the captain announced, holding up the horseshoe watch.