Qingling followed Xiang Gang all the way into the gate of the acquisition station, looking around curiously. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I have never even been to this place, and the only thing I know is from other people's mouths.

Although Xiang Gang has never been to the acquisition station in Ninghe County, he has been to the acquisition station in other places, and the façade is much the same. Therefore, he was quite familiar with the way, and led Qingling straight to the store counter.

An old man wearing black-framed round reading glasses and a brown short-sleeved shirt stood behind the counter crackling and dialing an abacus, and when he noticed someone coming in, he didn't raise his eyelids and asked, "Sell or buy?"

"Sell. Xiang Gang replied, unloaded the bamboo basket, first took out the invaluable herbs at the bottom of the basket, and spread them on the solid wood counter.

The old man raised his head at this time, hung his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at Xiang Gang and asked, "That's all?" The disgust in his tone is hard to ignore.

"And. Xiang Gang held Qingling's hand and didn't let her take the small cloth bag containing the snake molt, "Let's do these first, the price is reasonable, I'll take them out and sell them." ”

The implication is that the price is unreasonable, and he does not sell good things.

The uncle was happy: "Young man, we don't have a price here, it's all capitalist and unbeneficial." The things we have here have the nuclear pricing of the collection and the nuclear pricing of the sale. You herbs, I'll show you, it's not that I don't give you a high price, it's that the top is set low, which means that the goods are full, and there is no shortage for the time being. But since we brought it, we will also accept it here. ”

As he spoke, the old man really took out an account book and flipped it to Xiang Gang, which clearly listed the prices of several common herbs, which was indeed not very high.

After Qingling saw it, she was extremely glad that the ginseng was sold to the master last time, instead of being used to buy it. Unless it is an old ginseng that is more than thirty or fifty years old, and the price given by the purchasing station is not high.

The uncle was just a cashier, and he didn't know how to distinguish herbs, so he walked to the back door and called out a knowledgeable man from the backyard, who looked to be in his early fifties, short and fat, and walked in a hurry.

After the man came over, he didn't give any of them a gift out of the corner of his eye, he only looked at the herbs and said, "The quality is okay, let's pass the scales!"

The uncle squeezed his eyes at the two of them: "I'll give you a flat point." ”

The man didn't say anything, while watching the uncle pass the scales, he dialed the abacus beads, crackling and quoted the price: "Mint five catties, six cents a catty, a total of triangles; two catties of moxa wool, one corner and five cents of a catty, a total of triangles; five catties of banlangen, nine points and one catty, a total of four corners and five cents; dry gastrodia half a catty, three yuan hexagonal one catty, one yuan octagonal, a total of two yuan octagonal five cents, rounded up to count your two yuan and nine jiao." ”

The money for buying fish for six yuan is far from coming back. The little man in Qingling's heart resentfully looked at her index finger.

"This price is the husband's way. The uncle smiled and said, "What's the matter? Now you can always take out the treasure you're carrying, right?"

"Baby?" said the knowledgeable old man, looking at him in surprise, "what baby?"

Xiang Gang motioned for Qingling to open the cloth bag.

"Yo! this is ......," the old man looked closer, "the snake has also been picked up by you? Yes, yes, there are cicadas, toads, good things!"

But even if it is a good thing, the price given by the purchasing station will not be too surprising - three things are given eight yuan, which is said to be the highest price after approval.

"The money can be less, can you give a count?" asked Xiang Gang.

"What kind of ticket do you want? We have the most food stamps here, and I heard that you two are from the other side of the river, and you have just distributed food at this season, right?

"There is no shortage of food, but there is a shortage of daily necessities. ”

"That's it!" the little old man asked the cashier to count ten industrial coupons to them.

Ten more industrial vouchers, two dollars less. With the herbs in front, there are a total of eight pieces and nine cents.

At this time, he was not stingy, and he gave nine pieces of rounding.

Qingling took the money and sighed: Finally, the money has come for the ticket! The snake brothers have made a great contribution! Go back and admire the bird's eggs for them to eat!

"Next time there's something like this!"

Look, the attitude here is completely different from when you came.

Qingling waved at him, what a realistic old man!

At this moment, another man came in, selling a stack of old newspapers.

Qingling opened her mouth, remembering her master's explanation, and asked her to meet someone who sold old newspapers, and took a few catties back, the old newspapers in the thatched house were about to bottom out.

It's not that the supply and marketing cooperatives don't have straw paper to sell, but that thing is expensive, and it's a consumable.

Of course, whether it is an old newspaper or a big-character poster, you have to carefully select it after you buy it home, and those who sing praises are to be framed on the wall, and those who denounce and criticize are the best supplies for putting the thatched pit.

But in front of Xiang Gang, is it really good to open your mouth to buy these?

Unexpectedly, Xiang Gang understood the entanglement in her eyes, and took the initiative to ask the guy: "Do these newspapers sell?"

"Sell!" the cashier interjected, "everything in it is for sale, you can go in and have a look." Rest assured, we are all here at the price of the unified core, and there is no bullying for children!"

"Then let's go in and take a walk?" Xiang Gang looked at Ling with an inquiring look.

Qingling nodded happily. She hadn't been to the Acquisition Station yet, so she didn't know what it was.

I heard from the master that I was lucky enough to find a lot of precious books and cultural relics, all of which were found from the homes of various people when they were broken. Due to the fact that the museum, the cultural relics bureau and other departments have also been affected by a small impact, the huge county town can not find a space to stack, so it moved to the acquisition station.

In principle, these things cannot be sold at will, and according to the policy, they must be identified and selected by the local cultural department before they are processed. But how can the cultural department have time to come to the acquisition station every day to squat, and finally leave a few rooms to pile up these things.

But the life is not over, there are always things coming in every now and then, and there is no place for no matter how large the space is. As a result, the purchasing station turned a blind eye to the customers who came to shop for goods. Anyway, it's good for them to be able to vacate a little space.

Qingling didn't think that she would be able to find any good treasures, so she completely held the mentality that chatting is better than nothing, and followed Xiang Gang around.

Then again, there's a lot of stuff in the buying station. The outermost part is old furniture, old clothes, pots and pans. even saw a copper spittoon full of patina, and Ling couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth when she saw it.

Originally, he said that he had enough money to buy a spittoon and go back. It's really inconvenient to run a pit on a rainy day. As for the night incense barrel used by some people's homes, they can't stand the smell of the soul in the house, or the spittoon is good, a small one, used at night and washed during the day, clean and lightweight.