After saying hello to Liu Qingli, Wang Manyin pulled the cart and left the supply and marketing cooperative.

The distance between the village and the Shibijie Commune is only seven or eight miles, but the mountain road is difficult to walk, twisting and turning, high and low, and it is half the way faster.

At first, Wang Manyin didn't feel it, he walked more than five miles in one breath, and began to pant, his forehead was full of sweat, and even the thread clothes he was wearing inside were soaked.

He could only carefully pull over to the side of the road and sit down to rest.

It stands to reason that at this point in time, the people in the village are basically busy in the fields, and there are no idlers on the road.

It's perfectly possible to put some big things in the space, and it's a lot easier.

But after a little thought, he didn't plan to do it.

I'd rather be tired and put safety first.

It took an hour to finally pull the rack car to the entrance of the village.

In the distance, I saw a large number of people standing in the black pressure on the mountain at the head of the village.

What's going on, what's going to happen, right?

Just as Wang Manyin was in a daze, he heard someone shouting: "It's Manyin, he's back!" ”

"Brother Man Yin (Uncle Man Yin)!!"

With the cries of a group of children, they all ran towards this side.

Only then did he understand that these people in the Emotional Village were specially designed to welcome him.

In the final analysis, Wang Manyin underestimated the identity of the consignment and did not really understand what it meant to the bottom farmers of this era.

Soon, the cart was crowded with children.

"Uncle Man Yin, I'll help you push the cart," Shi called excitedly.

"I'm pushing the cart ...... too," a group of children shouted.

"Okay, you all push the cart, and each of you will get home with a fruit candy." Wang Manyin was tired, so he naturally agreed to help these broken babies.

As a result, they suddenly used too much force, almost pushing Wang Manyin to his head.

"Slow down, slow down......" he could only keep explaining.

When they arrived at the head of the village, other villagers also came to the roadside to greet them.

The old man, the eldest girl and the aunt-in-law who are basically idle at home keep greeting Wang Manyin and ask what is in the car. That enthusiasm made him a little overwhelmed.

Wang Manyin originally wanted the agency to open, and asked the branch secretary to notify it with a loudspeaker. Looking at this situation, there is no need at all.

It is estimated that now the village is up to ninety-nine, and when it comes down to just leaving, everyone knows that he has opened a consignment point.

Waiting for the shelf cart to be pushed to the door of the house, Wang Manyin carefully moved the goods to his own cave, and arranged the glass counter by the way.

In fact, according to his original idea, he naturally opened the consignment point in the newly dug cave.

However, the place is not completely dry, so we will have to wait a while.

At this time, the rhubarb stopped at the door and screamed, not letting the villagers approach the cave at all.

Afraid that it would bite someone, Wang Manyin could only tie this guy to the dung heap for the time being.

Seeing that there were so many people around the entrance of the cave, he didn't hesitate, and directly set off a small firecracker, which was officially opened.

Of course, the promise counts and gives each child present a fruit candy.

In addition, he cut red paper, one with the words "develop the economy and ensure supply", and the other with "serve the people", which was pasted on the wall of the cave.

His calligraphy is not good, but it looks festive.

When Wang Manyin was busy, many people gathered in front of the counter to look at it and ask about the prices of various items.

In this regard, Wang Manyin was very patient and answered them one by one.

After all, I come from the next generation, and I still pay attention to the concept of service.

Some people immediately went home to get money, mostly to buy salt, kerosene, matches and other daily necessities.

Generous people will also buy a fruit candy for their children. You don't need a ticket for this thing, you don't need a penny.

There are also those who directly exchange eggs for them.

For the exchange ratio of eggs, the supply and marketing cooperatives also have regulations, one egg for two boxes of matches, four eggs for a pound of salty salt or a bottle of soy sauce......

The lively scene lasted until noon, and the laborers of the production team finished work.

Wang Lianshun and others also went to the cave to watch the excitement.

Wang Fugui even pointed to the abacus on the counter and said: "Manyin, your kid's abacus can't go smoothly, will you settle the account?" ”

He is the accountant of the second team, and he used to go to a private school, and he was a thief in abacus.

"Brother Fugui, don't worry, the custody will not be miscalculated." Wang Manyin responded with a smile, pointed to the record in the notebook and said, "I remember it all, and I will go through the account again at night." ”

The abacus is also equipped by the supply and marketing cooperative, and there is also a scale.

"Or, let's compare?" Wang Fugui spoke again.

He was slightly unbalanced in his heart, trying to find a sense of existence.

Can't figure it out...... How can a second-rate son have anything to do with the supply and marketing cooperatives, and those who can open a sales outlet in the jar village are now on an equal footing with themselves.

Not only Wang Fugui, but also other villagers.

There are haters, but there are no laughers.

Similar things have been the same since ancient times, but this era has been magnified.

"I don't dare to compare you, you are a famous old abacus in our village, and you are famous in the commune." Wang Manyin hurriedly shook his head.

He is not stupid, and the abacus is known as the computer of ancient times.

It is said that the data of the two bombs and one medal are calculated with an abacus, although I don't know whether this is true or not, but it also shows the power of the abacus from the side.

Now Wang Manyin, who is very familiar with the multiplication formula, touches the door as a window when he touches the abacus.

Although the predecessor has been studied, the level is just like that.

If you have a calculator on hand, you can make a comparison.

Compared with the abacus, it is still calculated.

In fact, even if you really have a calculator, you can't be sure that you can win.

In later generations, he had seen videos of the abacus and calculator competitions, and some people pressed the calculator as fast as the abacus.

Anyway, it's just a few hundred dollars, and you don't need too complicated bookkeeping, in fact, you don't need an abacus.

It wasn't until he went to work in the afternoon that Wang Manyin's house was a little quieter. Of course, the children and the elderly still refused to leave, and seemed to use this place as a new place to chat.

They were all from the same village, and he was too embarrassed to rush and let the other party stay.

I can't even cook at noon, so I can only heat a few nests to gnaw.

When work ends in the afternoon, the consignment point will be more lively.

Not only did people from the same village come to buy things, but even Shuangshui Village and Ishikawa Village across the river also had many villagers who rushed to get the news.

Speaking of Ishikawa Village, it is quite special.

It is not far from the village of Jars, just a few miles away, separated by a Dongla River and two mountain beams.

The branch secretary is called Chang Gui, and there are about 400 people in the village.

Don't look at the difference of miles between the two villages, but the scenery is very different. Because Ishikawa Village is not near the river, life is a little harder.

Every year, when there is a shortage of flowers, most of the people in the village have to go out to beg for food.

In addition, it is not under the jurisdiction of the Shibijie Commune, but belongs to the neighboring Tucheng Commune.

However, Ishikawa Village is far away from Tucheng Commune, almost thirty miles away, but it is a little closer to Shibijie Commune. Therefore, the villagers of Ishikawa Village usually rush to the market and basically go to the Shibijie Commune, which happens to pass by the head of the village of Jar Village.

Wang Manyin was busy when he heard a familiar voice at the door of the cave: "Brother Manyin, are you busy?" ”

"Shao'an, why are you here? What about your sister? He asked excitedly.

"There's no kerosene at home, I'll pour some water, my sister is embarrassed to come." Shao'an politely replied.

Wang Manyin Lisuo filled the bottle with an oil slip, waved his hand, and asked the other party to go back.

Where is Sun Shaoan willing to go, he hurriedly took out the money and said: "Brother Manyin, you also help the supply and marketing cooperatives sell on your behalf." Finally, I had an errand, what should I do if something goes wrong. We can't afford to take advantage. If you don't want to take money, I don't want kerosene. ”

Yes, Wang Manyin knew the other party's temper.

If he didn't collect the money, the two would have an even more ugly quarrel.

He had no choice but to nod and say, "Okay, okay." I took the gas money. ”

After settling the account, he grabbed a handful of candy and put it in Shao'an's pocket and said, "I'll bring a few pieces of sugar to Shaoping and Lanxiang, it's always okay, right?" ”

There were people around watching, pulling and pulling was not good-looking, and Sun Shaoan did not refuse.