In the early hours of the next morning, the wind was bitterly cold.

Li Weidong was dressed like a bear, wearing a gauze mask on his face, and carrying a horse lantern with a glass cover in his hand, walking on the streets of Beijing.

It had just rained two days ago, and the ground was frozen, and there was a crisp sound of "creaking, creaking" when you stepped on it.

The street lamps on both sides of the road emit a dim glow.

Li Weidong walked along the dusk for five miles and came to a cramped alley.

There was also a dead silence in the alley, but there were countless fireflies swimming in it, and it was like coming to a ghost in the world.

But this ghost is a place of hope for people.

This is a pigeon market in the capital.

The origin of the pigeon market is no longer known, but the root cause of its emergence is clear: the material rationing system.

In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, there was a shortage of materials, and food and industrial supplies could not meet the people's living needs.

Therefore, the ticket system was adopted to solve this problem.

The principle is simple, each household issues tickets according to different standards.

With a ticket, you can buy goods.

This creates a problem, some residents have large families and do not have enough tickets, while others are wealthy.

The pigeon market was born.

In this gray area, residents can exchange tickets.

Over time, the pigeon market has grown in size.

Rural members in the suburbs of the capital also sell their produce at the pigeon market.

Ticket sellers who specialize in ticket reselling and antique dealers who collect and sell antiques have also come to the pigeon market.

The police station naturally knew about the existence of the pigeon market.

However, considering the needs of the people, as long as there is no big incident, we will turn a blind eye.

Only occasionally send someone to patrol once in a while to catch a few ticket sellers.

Since it is a gray area and will not be managed from above, buyers and sellers in the pigeon market are cautious.

Sellers usually spread an old newspaper on the ground and put a 'sample' on the newspaper.

Those who sell millet put a small handful of millet, and those who sell peanuts put a small handful of peanuts.

When the buyer is met and the two parties reach an agreement, the seller will take out the goods.

Li Weidong had no 'samples', so he could only put the ore machine on the old newspaper and carry a lantern so that the people who 'shopped' could see it clearly.

Ore machines are rare among the people, and they have never appeared in the pigeon market.

Soon attracted many onlookers.

The big guys were curious, but they didn't ask out loud.

Because according to the rules of the pigeon market, buyers and sellers are not allowed to talk.

Li Weidong had already prepared, pulled on the antenna, and turned on the ore machine.

Soon there was a burst of melodious music in the cold air.

More than ten years of silence in the pigeon market has been broken.

A middle-aged man wearing a felt hat and a gray tunic, couldn't help but say, "This, this radio can sound without a battery?" ”

Li Weidong ignored him.

Although the ore machine is very niche, there are always people who understand.

Sure enough, as soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, a young man with tortoiseshell-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and exuding a Sven atmosphere said, "Comrade, this is an ore machine, right?" ”

Onlookers were very interested in radios that didn't use batteries, and they gathered around the young people to ask questions.

"What is an ore machine?"

"Ringing without a battery?"

"How many can you receive?"

...

When the young man said that he could only receive one station, many people retreated.

"What's the use of only one desk?"

"What's wrong with a station? Even the radio can't broadcast two radio stations at once! ”

"It's just that the ore machine doesn't use batteries, which also saves a lot of money."

...

The middle-aged man was most interested, and he asked in a low voice: "Comrade, how to sell the ore machine?" ”

Li Weidong did not answer, twisted the button slightly, and quickly found a new radio station.

The knowledgeable young man couldn't help but exclaim: "Today is a knife stabbing in the ass——— I have opened my eyes!" Comrade, how much is your ore machine, I bought it! ”

- There are not many radio stations these days, and they can receive two, which is enough for daily use.

And you don't need to buy batteries, what kind of bicycle do you need?

When the middle-aged man saw that there was a competitor, he also panicked and stretched out three fingers.

Thirty pieces! Each unit can net twenty-five yuan.

Besides, this ore machine can only accept two units, which is already a good price.

But is Li Weidong a contented person?

No!

He gave a slap in the face.

"Hey, little comrade, you're so dark, you really sell the ore machine as a radio?" The middle-aged man shook his head and glanced at the young man: "This thing is useless, don't buy it for the big guys." ”

Good guys, maliciously lower prices!

Li Weidong glared at him and stretched out a finger.

The meaning is obvious, there is only such a one, love or not.

The young man also wanted to suppress the price, but at this time, he couldn't care about it, so he took out five large unity cards from his arms and handed them over.

I didn't check it, I ran away with the ore machine.

The goods were sold, and Li Weidong also closed the stall and left.

When leaving, he didn't forget to give a little thumbs up to the middle-aged man.

This kind of person is the most annoying, you can not buy it if it is too expensive, and it is maliciously lowering the price.

The middle-aged man knew that he had broken the rules of the pigeon market, so he could only helplessly watch Li Weidong disappear at the end of the alley.

...

With a huge sum of more than 80 yuan, he naturally can't wronged himself.

Li Weidong went to Chaoyang vegetable market and bought two catties of lean meat, two catties of eggs, a chicken and some green vegetables.

When I returned to the courtyard, the immature morning sun was already hanging on the rows of tubes.

The pale golden sunlight dispelled the cold, and the courtyard, which had been frozen overnight, was also lively.

The smell of food lingers in every household, pots and spoons jingle and reverberate, and the air is filled with the smell of fireworks.

As soon as Li Weidong entered the compound, he saw Liu Haizhong beating Liu Guangfu.

"You little rabbit cub, you dare to steal the wine of labor and management, and see that labor and management will not beat you to death today."

There are three hobbies in bangs, beating his son, drinking, and being an official.

Liu Guangfu actually committed two crimes.

This time, if you don't get killed, you have to shed a layer of skin.

Li Weidong didn't want to take care of other people's family affairs, and was ready to bypass them.

Seeing Li Weidong coming over, his little eyes were rolling around, and he actually gave up beating the child and walked towards Li Weidong.

"Weidong, do you know, Lao Yi is going to take your house away."

Li Weidong pretended to be surprised: "Impossible, Yi Zhonghai is the master of our compound, and it is impossible to fall into the well." ”

"Don't you know that Lao Yi is a person who has benevolence, righteousness and morality on his lips, but black in his heart!" The fat on the fat face in the bangs trembled. "Tell me, how can such a person be the master of our compound!"

Li Weidong understood that Liu Haizhong didn't care about him, but was simply dissatisfied with Yi Zhonghai.

Whatever the reason, though, the bangs at least gave him a wake-up call.

Li Weidong naturally wanted to express his gratitude: "Thank you, second uncle, I will be careful." ”

After speaking, he returned home with the vegetables.

Behind him, bangs scratched his head and muttered, "Be careful? Does it work to be careful? Today's young people really don't know that people's hearts are sinister. ”

He turned his head and found that Liu Guangfu had slipped away at some point.

was so angry that he shouted: "Liu Guangfu, you rabbit cub, come back to labor." ”

Carrying a big stick, he looked for Liu Guangfu's figure in the yard.

...