This matter was basically settled, and Zhang Xuebing planned that the butcher Zhang Hu would be responsible for collecting local pigs in various villages in the mountains and transporting them to the slaughterhouse.

Lao Guo is responsible for finding distributors, and his son Guo Xiaotao is responsible for supervising and delivering goods, and the father and son only contribute and share 20% of the net profits.

An industrial chain is built unconsciously.

Moreover, this business is much longer than digging wild vegetables and fishing, and it can even extend to more industries, of course, this is a matter of the future.

The evening peak arrives every day, and there are two peaks in the vegetable market every day, namely the morning market and the evening peak at the end of the evening.

As the crowd of people after work poured into the vegetable market, the stalls of asking prices and buying vegetables also began to get busy, and Lao Guo and Lao Wang's stalls were surrounded by old customers.

At this time, there was no need for Zhang Xuebing to stay, he had other things to arrange.

Immediately called the hemp pole and asked him to go back to the village first.

"Brother Xiaobing, aren't you coming back?"

Zhang Xuebing gave him thirty yuan and instructed, "I still have something to do, this money is your salary, go back to the village and tell my sister-in-law, I will go back tomorrow, you will dig wild vegetables tomorrow, and I will talk about it when I go back!" ”

The calcium carbide is out again, and Zhang Xuebing can't do it even if he wants to fish, so he can only stay and wait for Wang Mingjie to solve the raw materials tomorrow morning.

He suddenly returned to this era, always feeling a little out of touch with the times, and wanted to completely integrate into it, and rediscover the feeling and the memories of the previous life.

In addition, he had the experience of the previous life, he developed the habit of taking one step and looking at three steps, and began to plan in his heart that the main business direction in the future should be investigated by the market.

"Brother Xiaobing, then how careful are you, hey, if the people in the village also dig wild vegetables, will we collect them?"

Wild vegetables will definitely be able to open up sales, how can Zhang Xuebing give up this financial road, "Collect, how much you want, you let my sister-in-law keep the account first, and I will go back to settle the knot, but I have to look at the rotten and bad ones that can't be collected, and there are mountain eggs, some just collect, tomorrow morning you and the dog will send the rest of the fish and vegetables over!" ”

"Okay, I'll help you keep your eyes, then I'll go first!"

The hemp pole almost pulled out the thirty yuan out of the water, which was the most huge money he had ever had, and he carefully stuffed it into the sturdiest pocket, and suddenly he seemed to have made a decision, and grabbed Zhang Xuebing, who was just about to turn around, and said.

"Brother Little Soldier, I'm ......"

Zhang Xuebing thought that he was going to make some request, so he smiled indifferently, "My brother, if there is any difficulty, just say, let's discuss!" ”

Ma Pole shook his head and said, "No, I, how can I say this!" ”

Seeing that he wanted to speak and stopped spitting, Zhang Xuebing was anxious for him, and slapped him on the shoulder, "Old man, what is grinding, just say it!" ”

"Hey, I ate too much last night and couldn't sleep, so I went out for a stroll, and I heard a cricket ......"

Where is this? Zhang Xuebing frowned when he heard this, I'm so busy, how can I have time to listen to you catch crickets, he said directly, "Talk about the point!" ”

"Hey, I chased the cricket to the outside of the village chief's big house, and I heard Zhang Erdou discussing with his father to deal with you!"

Zhang Xuebing's expression became solemn, "Oh, how is he going to deal with me?" ”

"I didn't listen to it, it seems that Zhang Erdou said, let you be the same as your brother, and there is a back mountain or something......"

The death of the eldest brother was not an accident back then!

This is a stinger pierced in Zhang Xuebing's heart, and today I finally got a clue, this matter is inseparable from Zhang Yongzhong's father and son, and they have to poison themselves!

This time, this scourge must be completely eliminated, and those victims must be vindicated!

Lishan County is only a subordinate county of Luoning City, but it also has a population of more than 100,000, and it is close to the urban area, which is a bit of a satellite city of Luning City.

Zhang Xuebing temporarily stored his bicycle in the vegetable market and walked on the main road, North Street.

With the memories of his previous life, he walked on this strange and familiar street.

During the rush hour, the streets were full of people, most of them were riding bicycles, motorcycles were rare, four-wheeled cars were rare, and the only bus was a trolleybus with big pigtails.

The low-slung shops on both sides of the road played all kinds of Hong Kong and Taiwan pop songs, which were deafening, and the shop owners themselves stood at the door and shouted to greet business.

The chaotic and noisy sounds are intertwined into a downtown sonata, highlighting the characteristics of this era.

As far as the eye can see, there are not even buildings above five floors in the county, and the tallest building is the gray four-story telegraph building, with a transmitting antenna erected high on the roof, making it stand out from the crowd.

After the death of his relatives in his previous life, Zhang Xuebing stayed in the county for a period of time, starting from the wholesale of small commodities, and became bigger and bigger, it can be said that this is the place where he made his fortune.

As night falls, a trolleybus whizzes by, its long braids rubbing against the high-voltage lines in turns, sending out strings of sparks and chirping that makes people's scalps tingle.

Zhang Xuebing looked up at this once familiar scene, as if he was in a different world.

He saw a printing shop on the side of the road, there were not many such shops these days, so he walked in and asked for pen and paper, and first wrote an advertisement and asked them to help print it into a leaflet.

The cost of this kind of monochrome printed thin paper is very low, only a few cents per sheet, and Zhang Xuebing spent dozens of yuan for them to print thousands of copies first.

Before leaving, I took a look, and found that the store did a lot of work is to print business cards and banners, and it stands to reason that I should also print box business cards, but then I thought that now I don't even have a landline phone, and I can't contact people who printed business cards, so I gave up.

Walking out of the printing shop, it was already dark, Zhang Xuebing wanted to find a place to eat, and suddenly thought of where to go after eating, and his heart began to be confused.

At this time, there is no such thing as a waiting area on the platform, and the bus stop is a telephone pole with an iron sign.

He walked under the telephone pole, and after waiting for some time, a grizzled tram stopped in front of him with a sudden brake.

The doors slowly opened as the body shook violently.

Zhang Xuebing had just stepped on the pedal with his front foot, and the conductor with a yellow canvas schoolbag on his chest stood on the ticket counter and shouted at the top of his voice.

"Hurry up and get on the bus, go inside, go inside, take the initiative to buy a ticket, don't let me say that your face is ......"

Zhang Xuebing grabbed the handrail and took out the money, "Qili Mountain!" ”

In his previous life, he had rented a house from this place for a few years, and now he inexplicably wants to go back and have a look.

The "five-point ......" conductor collected the money but did not give the ticket, which is also a feature of the times, no wonder the buses were later changed to unmanned ticketing.

Although it was rush hour, there were not many people on the bus, but the seats were full, and there were even people lying on the longest chair in the back.

The passengers on the bus were even more reckless, some poked their heads out of the window, some crossed Erlang's legs and picked their feet, and even smoked and spitted.

The violent bumps in the start of the tram made many passengers curse.

Zhang Xuebing was dressed in a rustic style, and everyone around him showed a look of disgust, and took the initiative to make way for him to make a large space.

He accidentally found a familiar figure in the carriage, but the other party didn't see him, and he didn't want to disturb the other party, so he found a window open space, leaned on the column, and looked out the window silently.

The night is blurry, the lights are flickering, and the scenery outside the window is constantly thrown backwards.

Streamers shine into the car through the gaps in the trees, alternating between light and off, like a dream, everything seems so unreal, as if the car is carrying people through time and space.

He couldn't help but ask himself, where do I really belong? Is it the current poor and backward time and space, or the bustling city thirty years later? What is the purpose of Heaven arranging for me to be born again?

The speed of the car is fast, the scenery changes, and the past comes to mind one by one, like revisiting a book, and like watching another movie.

Time passed in a flash, and a barren mountain village appeared in my mind, where there was a dilapidated earthen embryo house, and a pair of sisters stood outside the door and leaned against the door.

Zhang Xuebing felt that he had found himself again and found his direction.

For him, the place where they are is the spiritual home, the home!

Maybe this is where my heart belongs to my hometown!

Although the home of this era is broken and the hometown is poor, it is a blank picture scroll that allows people to splash ink.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuebing suddenly rose with great pride, why don't I leave a strong stroke on this picture scroll.

"Catch the hooligans!" A woman's scream resounded throughout the carriage, as if it was about to pierce the clouds!