When the predecessor was just mixed on the street, he also went to the pigeon market to practice stalls, but they were all on the side of Deshengmen.

At the beginning, Li Jianshe took a few of them to do some small business. Later, after coming into contact with the Buddha, I didn't do much trading.

As for Dongzhimen Pigeon Market, the predecessor has rarely come, and there is only one time in my memory, and I still came to fight.

When Ma Haitao arrived here, it happened to be the most crowded time.

But the whole street did not seem noisy and noisy, everyone talked in a low voice, and even the footsteps of walking were as soft as possible.

On both sides of the road sat stall owners, all of whom had pulled a piece of cloth and placed different quantities of goods on it, some more and some less.

There are relatively few things like old things for sale, and there is even only one thing on the stall, or a bowl or a copper coin or a calligraphy and painting, and so on.

And these stall owners who sell old things are also the quietest, never shouting and soliciting customers, and when someone comes up to ask for the price, they are also a hand, and if they succeed, even if they don't succeed.

Those who sell grain, rice and noodles put some samples on the stalls, and if they want to buy something, they will be taken to the warehouse in the back alley or picked up on the board cart.

As for the ticket sellers... Emerging products will always bring in some fresh blood, and these newcomers are not so disciplined.

"Gentleman, do you want a ticket?"

Not long after Ma Haitao walked around, someone leaned up to talk, with a scarf on his face, and he was not very old when he listened to the voice.

"How do you sell it?"

"The national grain stamps are two and a half, the coarse grain stamps are two yuan, the fine grain stamps are eight yuan, and the meat stamps are two yuan and five, all of which are one catty."

Ma Haitao shook his head, this price is not cheap, "I'll talk about it later." ”

"Then you can get busy first, and you can come here to find me if you need to." When the man heard this, he didn't dwell on it, the reason why there are ticket sellers is that the market is big enough and there are enough people to buy it, so he is not worried about not being able to sell.

"Hmm."

Ma Haitao walked inside for a while, and during this time, other ticket sellers came forward to talk, but the prices were very different.

This year's situation is better than the previous two years, but there are still many people in the city who are living a tight life.

For example, most of the workers in the rolling mill make up the fine grain as soon as the pay day is passed at the beginning of the month, and after the end of the month, they have to exchange the fine grain for coarse grain, or sell the fine grain stamps to the ticket sellers, and exchange some coarse grain stamps to deal with it.

If there are many people in the family, then you have to be more careful.

Just like the family of the three masters, you have to be careful about every expense. At the same time, an account book will be prepared, and the fixed expenses such as water and electricity will be removed first, and the rest will be allocated to each day's expenses, which will be recorded penny by penny.

"Huh?"

As soon as Ma Haitao walked to the middle of this street, he saw a larger stall, which was different from the previous practice stalls that were low-key and cautious.

There was one person selling goods at this stall, three others guarding, and two more people looking at the adjacent alley behind.

Not only that, but people will more or less stop at this stall and then go to the alley behind to buy something.

Ma Haitao went up to take a look, and saw that it was selling grain, rice, white flour, soybeans, etc., and there were some mountain goods next to it, such as hazel mushrooms, pine nuts, walnuts, etc.

The innermost part is some medicinal herbs, many of which he doesn't recognize, but there is one of them, why does it look so like ginseng?

"What are you going to do?"

Ma Haitao glanced at him, the seller covered his mouth and nose, he was about forty years old, there was a scar at the corner of his eye, and his eyes were shrewd, not as kind as when he was selling!

"This mountain goods, right? How to sell? ”

"These mountain goods are all three yuan a catty, and there is no counteroffer."

Ma Haitao nodded, and then quietly grabbed a handful of rice and looked at it, "This rice looks really translucent, unlike our 'ground grain' here." ”

The so-called "ground grain" is the grain around Sijiu City, and it is also the most common on the market.

In addition to the "ground grain", some of the rice in Sijiu City was also transferred from the south. There are also those from the north, but most of them are corn and soybeans.

"You don't come to Tonai very often, do you? We've been selling here for almost a year. Let's be straight, these things are good goods from the north, and you will never find a second one in the whole pigeon market. ”

Seeing him boasting about himself, Ma Haitao bowed his head slightly and said: "Things are indeed good things, but the price?" ”

"If you have a ticket, the rice and white flour are one catty, three cents and two, and if you don't have a ticket, you will add an extra piece of six."

Ma Haitao paused, he glanced at the system mall, the rice and white flour were two cents, and the quality was even better than these.

"The price... It's cheap. ”

"At first glance, you are knowledgeable, and in terms of the quality and rarity of these things, they are worth the price!"

"That's it, I'll ask for a fine grain mountain."

"Gotta you, please!"

Ma Haitao followed the person next to him to the back alley, and suddenly asked, "Then I don't have enough money, can I trade it with a small yellow croaker?" ”

"Little yellow croaker? Hold on! ”

The man's eyes flashed brightly, then he turned back and walked towards the stall owner, leaning in and saying something.

Immediately afterwards, the stall owner said to the other customers and walked over, "Gentlemen, are you going to trade small yellow croaker?" ”

Ma Haitao nodded, "I don't have much money on me, I want to buy more." ”

"Of course, please come with me."

The stall owner stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, leading the way first, until he reached the alley, and then said: "Yellow and white things like this, people can't handle them, don't be surprised." ”

Ma Haitao nodded, he deliberately offered to trade yellow croaker.

Like these big sellers in the pigeon market, they have a lot of money on hand, but most of their money is not visible.

Let them buy three turns and one ring, they have to buy one every six months and a year, and if they buy too much, they will be ordered one day.

But the size of the yellow croaker is different, in this era, everyone hides a hand, to the bank bank to exchange for cash, then you can spend it at will.

When others asked, they replied that their descendants were not filial, ashamed of their ancestors, and spent their family resources to prevaricate in the past.

So he proposed to trade with yellow croaker, just to test it, and by the way, to touch the bottom of the place.

Ma Haitao followed behind him, observing the inside and outside of the alley out of the corner of his eyes, in addition to the two people at the mouth of the alley, there were two people in the alley, who were responsible for receiving guests, and the service of welcoming and sending them was quite in place.

"Where's the goods?"

"It's not far behind, and the top has been strictly investigated recently, and we don't dare to be presumptuous."

"Hmm."

Ma Haitao followed him into a courtyard, and saw more than a dozen burlap bags neatly placed in the courtyard, two people in the back responsible for weighing, and a few guests waiting.

However, everyone rarely spoke, and their mouths were all counted, money, and so on.

"The goods are here, you see how much you need first, and then we'll talk."

Ma Haitao stepped forward to take a look, which was consistent with the samples placed outside, and after pondering for a while, he leaned in and whispered: "10 catties of walnuts, 10 catties of pine nuts, 20 catties of rice, and 20 catties of white flour." ”

The stall owner heard that the corners of his eyes were full of smiles, and he said, "That's a lot, no tickets, right?" ”

"Not really."

"Then let's talk inside," the stall owner greeted casually: "Little Er, guard outside." ”

"Okay, Master Tiger."

Tiger Lord?

Only the big names on the street can be called masters, and the little minions can only be brothers.

Ma Haitao followed into the hall unhurriedly, his hands naturally drooping, and his eyes and ears became alert.

And the holster on his waist was put into the system space by him through his clothes, ensuring that he could take out the gun at the first time in danger.