"You're looking for me?" Zhao Yong ran in panting, didn't take off his clothes, and asked when he pulled off his scarf. Fenghua came to him at dark on the first day of the Lunar New Year, is there something big?

"Go to your house and say." Feng Hua got up to say goodbye, and Zhao Yongxin mentioned it even more.

"It's okay, don't be nervous." Entering Zhao Yong's house, Feng Hua saw the nervousness in his eyes and the sweat on his head, and hurriedly said.

Hearing Feng Hua say this, Zhao Yongcai breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm scared to death." Then you sit down first, and I'll go burn the kang. "It's cold in this room, and there's hoarfrost in all the talking.

After the kang was burned, Zhao Yongcai took off his coat and walked over with a pocket.

"This is the money given by Director Jiang." Zhao Yong said: "I replaced it with a new one for you." ”

Feng Hua gave Director Jiang 100,000 catties of grain before, and according to the 2 cents per catty that he said before, Director Jiang gave 20,000 yuan.

"We didn't sell much of our own." Zhao Yong went to the kang cabinet and took out a small bag, took out more than 1,000 yuan and pushed it over.

At that time, he only had 50,000 catties of grain, and the price was set at 2 cents a catty, but when the rural people heard that they could exchange "tattered" for grain, who was willing to use money, only those who fled from other places and had no family background did not have "tatters".

"What, most of the stuff is piled up in Qiao Yang's house, can you go and take a look?" Zhao Yong was a little embarrassed and said, those tattered yo that I took back, basins, soup bowls, pickle jars! The highest level is the vase.

He was embarrassed to let Feng Hua see it, and he was upset when he saw it, so he was all piled up in the house next door that Qiao Yang was watching.

Of course, there are also some Feng Hua who will like it after reading it, such as the calligraphy and painting books she named, and some gold and silver jewelry that he likes at a glance.

Zhao Yong dragged a small box from the kang again and opened it, and the shining gold jewelry illuminated the room a little brighter.

Feng Hua is not surprised, there is more than one "landlord" in each village, although it has been brushed once, but there are always some things hidden in the mouse hole that are left out ~ 50,000 catties of grain to be sprinkled out, in exchange for this box of gold jewelry, which is completely expected.

In rural areas, gold and silver jewelry is more common than porcelain, calligraphy and painting.

Zhao Yong pointed to the big box next to him: "There are silver jewelry there." He divided the silver and gold. I ran to the ground again and brought over a pair of vases, which turned out to be cloisonné enamel, well preserved, and beautiful to look at.

Feng Hua picked it up and looked at it, old and new, but he didn't see it. She's really not a professional .... In her previous life, she was only responsible for paying for it, and naturally there were experts in charge of appraisal, and she was suspicious of those appraisal results in her heart....

In the antique world of later generations, the water is too deep, and some fakes have caused the grandmaster, who loves to deliberately leave flaws on fakes, carve flowers and leave a name or something, and if it is not for these flaws deliberately left by others, experts can't tell the truth from the fake.

So she buys antiques, rarely more than 1 million. It's just a good picture, and I don't care if it's true or not.

These two vases look beautiful, and she loves them.

"How much did it cost?"

"A pair, 100 catties of grain!" Zhao Yong said with some distress.

"Value!" Feng Hua smiled.

"What are you looking for from me?" Seeing that Feng Hua was in a really good mood, Zhao Yongcai asked carefully.

"I've got some cotton to sell." Feng Hua said.

"What?" Zhao Yong exclaimed: "Cotton? How much? "He felt a little short of breath, it was cotton! And what Miss Fang said about the shot is definitely not one catty or two catties, one ton and two tons.

"Let's start with 50 tons." Feng Hua said. She collected cotton seeds when she was on the frontier, and she also planted a few stubbles in the space, and there was a lot of inventory. But that may not be enough.

A bed of warm quilts in the weather of the Northeast is at least 5 catties, and the warm cotton jackets and cotton pants add up to more than 4 catties, and the consumption of one person is nearly 10 catties. A slightly larger village can consume 50 tons.

"50 tons! When is it coming? I'll just pull it out and sell it! Zhao Yong said excitedly, but before selling, you have to leave a room of cotton for yourself, make quilts, make mattresses, and make clothes! Although he is not what it used to be, after meeting Feng Hua, he slowly found some new cotton to do this, but "cotton" has become his obsession.

I was scared of the cold since I was a child. He was also born in an ordinary family and grew up wearing a second cotton jacket since he was a child. The winter in the Northeast is really cold~

And the Northeast does not produce cotton, people from other places do not like to plant cotton, even a few days of rain can reduce the yield by one-third, pests and diseases are more severe, pesticides can not keep up, accidentally the yield per mu becomes more than a dozen catties, dozens of catties, sometimes can be eaten directly into extinction! The yield is also low, unlike in later generations, with a production capacity of between 200-400 kg per mu.

Now 10 acres can have this yield is good, if it is not mandatory to plant, no one wants to plant.

"You go to Director Jiang to cooperate, my cotton is unprocessed, seed cotton." Feng Hua said: "Sell him 5 cents a pound and give him half of the amount." ”

"Oh..."Zhao Yong responded, this eldest lady is still a little bodhisattva, cotton is 5 cents a pound? He wanted to sell it for 5 yuan a pound before, and he sighed in his heart that he was kind......

Now that cotton and grain are placed in front of the people at the same time, they can only choose one choice, which is definitely a choice that can force people to death. How to choose? Either freeze to death, or starve to death, forget it, it's better to die of anger!

"Miss, you just said 'first' 50 tons." Zhao Yong asked weakly.

"Yes, the follow-up depends on whether Director Jiang will give it or not, if he can keep you, himself, and these cottons, the follow-up will be endless. If you get other people involved, come and dig into my roots and ask me the bottom, then there will be no future. Feng Hua said.

She sprinkled grain and cotton, and she was afraid that some people couldn't help but be curious.

"I see, I'll go and tell him." Zhao Yong quickly put on his clothes, and before going out, he hurriedly asked, "When will it arrive?" ”

"Tomorrow." Feng Hua said.

"Okay!" Zhao Yongxiong left in high spirits. As Feng Hua's shots got bigger and bigger, he became more and more powerful in front of Director Jiang, and now it was not him begging Director Jiang, but Director Jiang begging him..... Refreshing!

However, as soon as the cold wind blew, Zhao Yong's little bit of snort was blown away, and the eldest lady said that she should keep a low profile, otherwise she would lose her head in minutes. The words of the eldest lady must be the truth.

On the night of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Director Jiang's house was very lively, and colleagues from various departments sat in a room, not only at the same level, but also with one or two superiors from other departments..... It is absolutely rare for superiors to come to their subordinates to pay New Year's greetings.

Director Jiang is now a hot figure, frequently bringing grain to the countryside to do good deeds, whether it is in the common people or in the leaders, he frequently shows his face, according to reliable sources, he will be promoted after the year.

Zhao Yong heard the bustle in the house, and was very careful not to knock on the door.