The two muttered again, Liang Qingshan heard that it was not given away for nothing, and regretted it, but it was not too obvious, after all, 5 cents a pound is basically given away for nothing, how much will it cost if it is put on the black market?

After selling fish, he also paid attention to the black market, and he still knew a lot about various prices.

Besides, their village is not short of money now!

"You wait, I'll call someone." Liang Aoshan Road. After saying that, he sent the child to call someone, and he went to Cai's house in person, such a good thing, how could he forget Mrs. Cai and Feng Hua?

Feng Hua pretended to meet him by chance in the meadow.

"Xiaohua, hurry, there is a cotton seller in the village, 5 cents a catty, how much do you want?" Liang Qingshan said happily.

"20 pounds." Feng Hua Road.

"Not much?" Liang Qingshan felt less.

"I have cotton at home, and it's quite new." Fenghua Road, the home here is naturally the Cai family. In fact, she didn't have time to pour new cotton into Cai's house, but she couldn't buy it if she knew more, this was the rule she and Zhao Yong set, limited sales, and one person couldn't be sold out.

"That's fine." Liang Qingshan went back to preside over the overall situation.

The villagers were soon called over. People are running over, as soon as I heard that cotton came, 5 cents a pound, they were crazy, I was afraid that the slow run would be sold out, and now only Feng Hua in the whole village may not be bad cotton, and everyone else is a cotton jacket worn for ten years, and they are reluctant to throw a little bit when the cotton is blackened.

The truck did not stop at Liang Qingshan's house, but in the courtyard of the brigade, which was spacious. But no matter how spacious it is, it can't fit a truck and a couple of hundred people.

People with slightly thicker clothes at home have run out, hoping to grab more cotton and go back.

"Your people are very rich." Zhao Yong asked a little strangely, a villager who didn't go home to get the money, but took out dozens of yuan directly from his pocket.

5 cents a pound is a lot for many people, and the family can only buy a 10 pound or 20 pounds, or a good person, and you have to grit your teeth.

But the villagers of this village are very strange, as soon as they heard that it costs 5 cents a catty, none of them are too expensive, and they all have expressions of surprise and inexplicability, taking advantage of the big advantage.

"Huh." The villager who was asked replied to Zhao Yong.

"Huh." Zhao Yong also hehe... It's a magical place, be careful. Zhao Yong vigilantly observed the surroundings, paying special attention to everyone's expressions, but fortunately, he didn't find any fierce aura.

Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was not uncommon for the entire village to be a den of bandits, and he thought that he had entered a den of which one.

It's peaceful now, they won't be too arrogant, right?

Zhao Yong regretted not bringing a few more people with him when he came out for the first time, no, next time he will call Duan Liangyu and Yan Lang!

"Big brother, no, comrade, leader, when will the cotton be sold?" A villager approached Zhao Yong and asked, Zhao Yong had a simple and honest face, quite close to the people, better than the two people next to him, and he looked like a person who could call the shots.

"Start selling now, how many catties do you want?" Zhao Yong asked.

"Bring me 200 pounds." Villagers.

"I want 200 pounds too!"

"I want 100 pounds!"

"I want 300 pounds!"

"I want 500!"

Zhao Yong was surrounded in an instant, and at the same time was taken aback, what kind of person is this? What village is this? Landlord concentration camps? Or is it a former bandit den?

"Zhao Dazui, what do you want to do so much? There are only a few people in your family, do you eat?" Someone scolded the man who asked for 500 pounds.

"I have a small family, but my daughter-in-law has a lot of family, I bought it for my father-in-law's family." The person called Zhao Dazui said.

"You can pull it! Just like you pick at the door, can you spit out what goes into your mouth? Your father-in-law is probably not blessed to enjoy your filial piety in this life. "Some people don't believe it. This Zhao Dazui is famous for picking at the top, and he has to go back to his own vegetable garden to pee, so he is afraid that the fat water will flow into the fields of outsiders! How can I send cotton to my father-in-law's house? Don't talk about piggybacking, his father-in-law is from the next village, notoriously poor, and he may not be able to afford 1 pound of cotton.

"Huh." Zhao Dazui replied to this person, hehe.

"Silly you, you don't need to ask, he must be out of town!" The person on the side whispered to the questioner.

"Oh, that's it!" The man's eyes lit up. His family has money this year, and he is also worried about buying some cotton to make a new cotton jacket, but naturally he can't buy it, but the price is inquired, 20 yuan a catty! There is still no market, he just gritted his teeth and wanted to buy it but didn't sell it.

Now that people have delivered it to their doorstep, it is still 5 cents a catty, and they charge more and sell it out, wouldn't it make a lot of money? It's pie in the sky!

Zhao Yong also heard their conversation, and he was very understanding of everyone's flashing eyes, if it was him, he would do the same!

"Wake up, we send warmth all the way, and sell it at this price in other villages, everyone has cotton, you don't have to worry about it." Zhao Yongdao. It's an exaggeration to say that, they don't have so much cotton to give, but they really send it all the way from village to village, and try to ensure that these people's cotton is for their own use, not to take it out and resell it.

I endured the money and didn't make it, but let others make it? How is that possible? If that's the case, it's going to be terrible to think about!

"I'm from the third family, the fourth family, and the Red Star." Zhao Yongdao. Here are a few nearby villages.

Hearing him say this, everyone almost stopped thinking, and others bought it for 5 cents, so naturally they wouldn't ask for 20 yuan. They were all sent to the countryside, and naturally they were also in the city.

"Then my family needs 50 pounds is enough." A young man said that his family of four people made 4 quilts and 4 clothes, 50 pounds is enough.

"I still need 100 pounds." One humane, he has many families.

"I still need 200 pounds." This family is not more, no less, but cotton is a thing that can not be found, and I don't know if there is this store in this village! He had to set aside cotton for his daughter-in-law for the children of the family, and even for the grandchildren in the future, he had to be ready.

"Stop, stop!" Zhao Yong had to shout. He came by truck, not by train! The appetite of the people in this village is also too great! His 4-ton truck was simply not satisfied.

He didn't want to come to this magical village for a second time, he just wanted to leave quickly.

"Each person, limited to 10 catties, how many people are in the family, I will ask your captain and accountant, don't think about me." Zhao Yongdao.

"Hey!" sighed one after another, but thinking about it, 10 catties per person is a lot, and usually their whole family can't ask for 1 catty.

There were more and more people in the yard, and the people who took the money came back, not only bringing back the money, but also bringing their own pockets of cotton.

About 100 households, said to sell quickly, before the sun went down, a truckload of cotton was cleared. After dividing it according to the head, there were still dozens of catties left, and Liang Qingshan was the master and gave it to a family with a large family.