Since last year, the county has gradually restored and opened several bazaars, among them, the Hongqiqiao bazaar has always existed, even if it has been in turmoil for ten years, sometimes it has been banned, sometimes it has been restored, sometimes it has become a purchasing station, and sometimes it has become a state-owned agricultural and sideline products store department, intermittently, and it has become the earliest bazaar in the county to recover.

Although the Third Session of the 11 th CPC Central Committee at the end of last year, as well as the proposal submitted by the National Conference of Directors of Industry and Commerce forwarded by the central authorities this year, all clearly proposed the resumption of bazaars, the understanding of various localities is not the same, and the thinking is also rather confused; Zhongling County has just begun to loosen its control over bazaars, and two or three bazaars have been opened openly or covertly around the county seat.

I don't know if it's because it's too early, but there aren't many people in the market - it's a market, but it's actually a place fenced off with waist-high earthen walls, and there is a road on one side and a wall for other units on the other.

In a huge open space, there are seven or eight vendors scattered around, and there are three people, divided into two groups, picking vegetables and bargaining in front of the vegetable stalls.

Song Qiong carried a large stack of paper tickets given by Song Zhen, the most two cents, and one cent, one cent, two cents, and five cents, which added up to only seven cents and seven cents.

He walked to a vegetable stall, and the vegetable seller was an old farmer about fifty years old, with a ravine-covered face, and a pile of small green vegetables with roots on the ground, as well as a stall of garlic and a small stall of leeks.

Song Qiong squatted on the ground and handed over a cigarette: "Comrade, which commune are you from?" ”

The old farmer held the cigarette stick in his hand, looked at the cigarette handed over by Song Qiong with some trepidation, and waved his hand anxiously: "Don't, I don't smoke, I'm from the Shaxi Linquan Brigade." ”

"Smoke, just a cigarette, I still need your help with something!" Song Qiong smiled and shook the cigarette in his hand.

The old farmer hesitated, his arm trembled and took the cigarette, Song Qiong took out the match again, held it with his palm, wiped the fire, stretched it out, helped him light the cigarette, and lit another one for himself.

"Y-what do you have for me to do?" The old farmer took a puff of his cigarette and said in a panic.

Song Qiong's handing over cigarettes, as well as his calmness and temperament when speaking, made the old farmer think that he was a cadre in the county, or the leader of a large unit, but his age didn't seem to be right.

Song Qiong smiled and stretched out his finger to point to the vegetables on the ground: "How much do these vegetables sell for a catty?" ”

"Green vegetables cost two cents a pound, you want more, and you can sell them for a penny, garlic and leeks are three cents a pound, and two cents are fine."

"Okay, give me five catties of greens, one pound of garlic and one pound of leeks." Song Qiong said, this price is really not expensive. Of course, compared to the salary of thirty or forty yuan per month, it is not cheap, it is equivalent to three or four thousand wages in later generations, and two yuan a pound of green vegetables, which is indeed not cheap.

The old farmer picked up the rod and scale, picked the scale high every time, and stretched out the scale flower to Song Qiong: "Five catties of greens, high." ”

Song Qiong nodded, and the old farmer weighed a pound of garlic and a pound of leeks respectively, tied them into several bundles with straw ropes, and put them in the basket that Song Qiong carried.

"Five catties of greens, count you ...... Five cents, two catties of leeks and garlic, and you are counted as two cents a catty, a total of four cents, you give nine cents, right? When the old farmer spoke, he hesitated, but in the end he gave it to Song Qiong according to the low price.

Song Qiong smiled, at this time, some of the people who could come out to set up stalls were bold, and some were forced by the environment, he took out a dime and handed it over: "Okay, thank you, even if it's a dime, next time I want to buy vegetables, I'll look for you." ”

The old farmer took the gross ticket with some restraint, opened his mouth, and said: "Heh, I should say thank you, I should come in the next few days, but when this stubble is harvested, I may not come." ”

Song Qiong nodded: "Well, I've been back for the past few days, by the way, comrade, what do you call it?" ”

"I, my surname is Liu."

"Okay, Lao Liu, I made a note of it, see you tomorrow." Song Qiong waved his hand and did not ask the old farmer's name again. He looked a little nervous, afraid that he didn't want anyone to know about his stall selling vegetables. Although it is said that the bazaar is open, it may be banned again one day, and he will be a speculator.

Song Qiong was carrying the basket and was about to leave, but just turned around, but was stopped by someone.

A middle-aged man wearing a white "really cool" shirt and black trousers, with a rare and obese body, stood in front of him, faced Lao Liu, and asked in an unkind tone: "Liu Shuigen, didn't you say okay, I packed your dishes, why did you sell them to others?" ”

Lao Liu hurriedly stood up and rubbed his hands a little nervously: "Cadre Wang, you have bought vegetables from me for three days, and you haven't given any money." ”

"What do you say? We are a company with the surname of the whole people, can we not give you money? I didn't say it all, every month, they are all like this, I don't believe you to ask! The fat man said annoyedly.

Lao Liu opened his mouth and whispered, "I, my family is in a hurry to use money." ”

"Who are you fooling, can you miss these three or two days?" The fat man reached out and grabbed Song Qiong's vegetable basket and pulled it, but he couldn't pull it over.

The fat man turned his head and looked Song Qiong up and down, and saw that the clothes he was wearing were very shabby, the materials were very poor, and there were very few vegetables in the basket. A trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and his tone became frivolous and arrogant: "Comrade, it's a bit of a noodle, which unit are you, I am from a catering company, and I came here to purchase vegetables, please put down the vegetables in the basket and give priority to ensuring the national procurement task." ”

The fat man is in charge of purchasing in the county catering service company, and often comes to the bazaar, and he is already very familiar with the people in the county who may come to purchase vegetables.

Song Qiong stretched out his hand, grabbed the fat man's arm, and with a little force, pulled his hand away from the basket: "Comrade, I have already bought these vegetables, and this is a bazaar, not an acquisition station, and you can buy and sell freely." ”

The fat man frowned, and shouted: "What's the matter with you, didn't you hear me, his dishes were packaged by our catering company, is it important for you to eat alone, or is it more important for the hundreds of thousands of people in the county to eat?" ”

Song Qiong couldn't help but feel funny, this guy really dared to say it, and he really knew how to buckle his hat, and he was full of officialdom. He carried the basket: "Without this food, hundreds of thousands of people in the county will be hungry?" ”

"Don't be wordy, which unit are you from, don't leave the dishes, I'll go to your leaders, what kind of ideological consciousness is this?" The fat man crossed his waist with one hand, pointed at Song Qiong with the other, and shouted loudly.

He felt offended.

Originally, he didn't have to have the food in Song Qiong's basket, but when things got to this point, it was absolutely impossible for him to back down, otherwise, it would be too faceless.

Song Qiong was annoyed and wanted to leave with a shake of his hand, but the fat man asked another person to block him.

"Let go!" Song Qiong reprimanded in an annoyed whisper.

"Want to run? Say, which unit are you from? The fat man ran up and reached out to grab Song Qiong.

Song Qiong couldn't help but be furious, and at this time, a surprised voice suddenly came from the side: "Hey, isn't this Comrade Song Qiong?" ”