Indeed, the commodities in the supply and marketing cooperatives are basically at the same price across the country, grain, tickets, etc., and the prices of everything on the white market are very stable.

Only the black market fluctuates greatly, and it is limited to these two years, and the price is stable after these two years.

"Then he's going to sell you casually? I don't think you even use the ticket. "Don't talk about the salt and don't want a ticket, cloth, tea, flashlight or something, Feng Hua didn't see him use the ticket.

"We are all fixed, and we don't need a ticket to get on the goods. But these things can't be sold casually, they have to be sold to herders, if not, hehe. Alatan Cang's face twitched, that end was not good.

I see.

"Uncle, then you can give me something.....

Before Feng Hua could finish speaking, Alatan Cang interrupted her with a reluctant expression: "The flashlight is not good!" Flashlights don't work! I've booked them all out, and a lot of herdsmen are looking for me, but these few are not enough! ”

Selling flashlights to herders not only makes money, but also strengthens the relationship between the two parties. If he takes the money to sell beef, people may not sell it to him, if he changes it with a flashlight, it will not be a problem to change it to ten catties and twenty catties!

The flashlight is very expensive now, Feng Hua just saw it, and it was about 20 yuan a piece. At this price, half a month's salary, it simply belongs to a large appliance!

Feng Hua said: "It's not a flashlight. ”

"Neither will the battery!" Alatan Cang immediately answered.

“..... It's not batteries, it's salt and spices. ”

Alatan Cang breathed a sigh of relief: "You said it earlier, that's no problem!" Wait two days to go to the market somewhere else, I'll buy you a car! ..... But you can't say it! ”

Feng Hua nodded: "My mouth is the strictest!" ”

Alatan Cang looked at her, as if assessing the truth of the sentence. This is not a trivial matter, it was found that he sold the goods to the Han people, and the small one was disqualified as a merchant, and the big one went in!

However, thinking of the mysterious background of this young man, Alatan Cang's heart relaxed.

The two stopped talking, Alatan Cang greeted the stall owners passing by one by one, and Feng Hua was also looking at the goods, asking the price of everything.

Wool is really cheap, a penny or two a pound. It's a pity that she can't do anything about the dirty wool. This unprocessed wool was given to her, and she was helpless.

She just wanted to buy anything, and she couldn't buy it back and pile it up in the warehouse. She didn't want to blow a wool wind in the grassland, and many years later she became a "wool boy" by word of mouth.

Suddenly, Feng Hua found a strange stall, there were only three cloth bags on this stall, and it seemed that they were also filled with wool.

This was strange, the stalls she had seen before were piles of mountain wool.

The stall owner is an old man, his face is full of weather, and Feng Huayue's countless eyes can't determine his age for a while. Look at the body like 50 years old, look at the face like 70 years old.

Feng Hua walked over, the old man raised his head and glanced at him, there seemed to be a fine light in his cloudy eyes, and Feng Hua felt that he should be 60 years old.

"Daddy Agoura!" Alatan Cang looked at the old man and said respectfully.

The old man smoked his cigarette pouch and nodded, which was considered a response.

Alatan Cang continued, his voice a little flattering: "Daddy, what about selling wool?" ”

The old man raised his head and glanced at him: "Are you blind?" ”

Alatan Cang didn't dare to be angry at all, and quickly looked into the bag: "Oh, it's cashmere!" It's cashmere for sale! ”

Feng Hua couldn't understand their conversation, she was looking at the cashmere in the three bags in surprise, there was cashmere here! Also, the savannah is probably the world's largest producer of cashmere, even if it is now very poor and backward.

She had been in the clothing business in her previous life, so she naturally knew the preciousness of cashmere. Cashmere specifically refers to the fluff on the goat's body, that is, "cashmere", which is very precious, and the transaction is calculated by the gram price! Known as the "Fiber Queen", "Fiber Gem", and "Soft Gold"!

And sheep actually have no cashmere, and no matter how fine the sheep wool is, it is called wool, or fine wool, it cannot be called cashmere.

Generally, the price of cashmere is 5 times that of wool.

The price of top-grade cashmere is more expensive, otherwise how can it be worthy of its title of soft gold?

The old man's bag is indeed cashmere, and there is a bag of white cashmere, green cashmere, and purple cashmere.

No variegated cashmere is allowed in white cashmere; Green cashmere is the cashmere of green sheep or brown red goats; Purple velvet is the wool of black goats, and the color can be imagined.

The bag is full of raw fleece, and it has not been washed and carded.

"Grandpa, how did you sell this cashmere?" Feng Hua asked.

I didn't expect the old man to understand Chinese. Agoura glanced at Feng Hua and said, "A bag of 100 yuan." "This big bag is about five or six pounds of cashmere.

Feng Hua was lamenting that the old man's Chinese was even better than that of Alatan Cang, and Alatan Cang exclaimed, "My god! 100 pieces? "Want to go crazy for money?

He knows that cashmere is expensive, but he doesn't have this expensive method! At most, two or three dollars a catty! He walked all over the grassland, and naturally knew the price. In the special cashmere production area, it is even only 1 yuan a catty!

Alatan Cang didn't say anything after exclaiming, just looked at Feng Hua with some confusion. He also said last night that if he wanted to buy something to find him, he would definitely not let this young man be trapped......

But now it's Daddy Agoura, what can he do?

Or, 15 catties of wheat for a bag of white velvet, 10 catties for a bag of green velvet, purple velvet. If it's black beans, it's cheaper. The old man said again.

Alatan pouted, this is not cheap. Let's not talk about wheat, 5 yuan a catty, black beans?

"Daddy, you don't have any beans to feed the horses?"

Agoura frowned and didn't speak. If it weren't for the fact that a good horse in the team was sick and urgently needed black beans to supplement nutrition, he wouldn't want to be so tricky.

He naturally knew what his bags of cashmere were worth, at most 10 yuan a bag.

But 10 yuan used to buy a lot of food, but now you can only buy two catties, how is it enough?

What black market white market, he doesn't care, he just needs food.

But he doesn't care about others, so he didn't sell a pound after several episodes, let alone a bag.

Black beans, Feng Hua really has them, but there are not many, they are all planted with those vegetables, red beans, black beans, mung beans, soybeans, harvested once in ten days, and now they have harvested dozens of catties.

"Grandpa, how do you change the black beans?" Feng Hua asked.

"You have black beans?" Agoura took the cigarette pouch out of his mouth and looked at the boy in front of him.

In fact, black beans are not uncommon here, and black beans and soybeans are grown in the surrounding agricultural areas as fodder for pastoral areas.

Black beans are the most nutritious, cattle and horses eat the fattest, cattle are generally reluctant, horses have to be fed some feed, even people don't have to eat now.

But because of last year's drought, the feed production in the agricultural area has dropped a lot, and now the beans are almost all eaten, otherwise he would not have come out to change the grain.

I didn't expect this Han boy to have black beans in his hands.