Wu Qinghe's home is in the Jiaweiyan Brigade of Xincheng Commune, Sanshan Township, Yueqing City.

Jiaweiyan Village is about the same size as Chaijiawu, but it is more lively than Han Chunlei's village.

After Han Chunlei followed Wu Qinghe into the village, he found that many houses in their village had signs of rice stalls and hotels.

After walking all the way, Han Chunlei secretly counted all the way, and roughly calculated, there were no less than ten rice stalls and hotels in the village.

"Teacher Wu, your village is very powerful, there are so many rice stalls and hotels. Han Chunlei said as he walked.

"Now there are many people who are engaged in the private goods business, and those who come to us from other places to buy goods have to eat and spend the night. Therefore, there are more rice stalls and hotels in the village, and the better the private goods business, the more rice stalls and hotels will be opened. ”

After Wu Qinghe finished explaining, he said with a disgusted face, "Although the village is more lively than before, it is not much more peaceful. At the end of three days, there were people gambling and fighting, and it was very sad to live. ”

Han Chunlei was surprised: "Is there anyone else gambling money?"

"Absolutely. Wu Qinghe nodded and said, "In many hotels, there are gambling games at night. So many businessmen from other places come to us to see the goods and sweep the goods during the day, and when there is nothing to play at night, they can only gamble for fun. ”

Han Chunlei nodded.

Wu Qinghe is telling the truth.

Whenever the businessmen from the north and south get together, in the evening, they either drink and play with money, or play with women.

He said: "Mr. Wu, since there is a hotel in the village, then I can just find a hotel to live in, and I won't go to your house to cause trouble." When you go out tomorrow morning, just drop by and call me. ”

"What's the trouble? If you come to our village, you can still let you stay in a hotel? You must go to my house to stay! Besides, the sanitary conditions of those hotels are not good!"

Wu Qinghe was very enthusiastic, and refused to let Han Chunlei stay in the hotel without saying anything, and finally pulled him directly to his house.

Wu Qinghe's house is a small courtyard, there are several low houses in the courtyard facing north and south, the outer wall is covered with green vines, it looks a little dilapidated, but the yard is clean and tidy inside and out. There is a TV, a radio, a bicycle, a sewing machine, everything is missing.

In short, the most fashionable things in this era, Wu Qinghe's family is complete.

"Chunlei, my mother went to my brother's house to help take care of the children, and now I live alone in this old house, don't think it's dilapidated here. Wu Qinghe beckoned Han Chunlei to sit down, and at the same time started to light a fire and boil water.

"No, no. Mr. Wu, you have all kinds of household appliances at home, which is very modern. Han Chunlei gently touched the TV with his hand.

"Haha, in our village, there are these guys at home, nothing unusual. ”

Wu Qinghe poked his head out of the stove and said with a smile, "My TV is still black and white, and several families in the village have changed to color TVs, so it is called a modern family." ”

Han Chunlei snorted lightly, Wu Qinghe's words, he believes.

Because of smuggling, many bold families in the coastal areas of southern Zhejiang have taken the lead in getting rich.

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The next day, early in the morning.

Han Chunlei followed Wu Qinghe out.

"We have two markets closest here. One East Market, one West Market. ”

Wu Qinghe pushed the cloth with a cart and walked towards the West Market of Jiaweiyan, "My brother has a stall in the East Market, so he gave me this old stall in the West Market. ”

Han Chunlei pushed the cart behind him and asked, "Didn't you say on the train that there are seven or eight private markets in your commune?"

"That's right. Those are actually not far away, but they are not as big as the West Market. The entire West Market is almost five kilometers long and is full of smuggled goods. Wu Qinghe introduced.

Soon, they arrived at the West Market of Jiaweiyan.

At this time, there were already quite a few people in the West Market.

The uneven mud floor, which everyone was carrying and lifting, was full of goods.

This market is not the same as Han Chunlei imagined, it is not so much a market as a long street, one side of the long street is lined with shops, and the other side is a wall.

On the ground on this side of the wall, there are all kinds of stalls. Two benches are placed on the ground, and a rice sieve and door panel are set up on it, which is a stall. The goods are placed on the rice sieve or on the door panel.

Of course, some people want to save trouble, so they simply spread a mat on the ground, which is considered a stall.

Like Wu Qinghe, who came with a trailer, set up a bench directly under the cart, and put it flat, it was also a stall.

The shop sells more complete and abundant things, and basically everything can be bought in a shop.

On the contrary, most of the stalls sell only one kind of goods.

is like Wu Qinghe's stall, which only sells polyester cloth.

Some stalls only sell watches, all kinds of watches and electronic watches.

There are also stalls that sell tape recorders, tapes, and nylon umbrellas......

The sun is gradually rising, and more and more people come to the market to sell and buy goods.

Local, out-of-town...... Everybody has it everywhere.

Shouting, inquiry, bargaining, and of course, all kinds of swearing in the local dialect.

Between the stalls, there are also a lot of locals carrying goods on their backs and blocking the road to peddle.

I don't know when, on the stalls selling tape recorders and tapes, Teresa Teng's singing of "He Rijun Will Come Again" sounded, and the soft tune floated in the bargaining sound of the southern and northern tunes, which set off the thriving scene of the western market.

Han Chunlei suddenly felt a little in a trance, as if he had returned to a large wholesale market forty years later.

"Boss, this big gold watch is very stylish. Charging you 50 yuan bills is really not expensive at all. ”

A crisp voice pierced Han Chunlei's ears.

He followed the sound and saw that less than five meters away from Wu Qinghe's stall, a teenage girl with seven or eight watches on her chest, was sweating profusely and bargaining with a foreign merchant.

"How about 30? 30 If you can, I'll take two with me. The out-of-town merchant said.

The little girl wiped the sweat from her forehead, shook her head and said, "30 is definitely not good, I can't get this price." One person makes a step, 40 bar, boss! This watch, sold in a big shopping mall, is definitely not done with less than 200 yuan bills. If you don't believe me, walk fifty meters ahead, there is a stall selling watches, if he doesn't ask you for 60 yuan, I will give you all these watches hanging on my body. ”

"Uh...... Okay, get me two. The out-of-town merchant reached out and counted out a few large solidarity cards from his briefcase.

The little girl quickly took off the watch hanging from her chest, carefully wiped the surface with her cuffs, and then handed the two watches over.

A complete set of movements is smooth, done in one go, very smooth, and Han Chunlei is stunned!

The watch stall she just talked about walking 50 meters ahead was opened by her parents. Wu Qinghe saw Han Chunlei's appearance and whispered in his ear.

Han Chunlei suddenly realized: "It turned out to be a routine! This girl is really good at doing business." ”

Wu Qinghe said: "Her name is Wu Liping, and she is also from our village. Originally, she was in the fifth grade this year, but now that the school is not open, she will follow her family

Advertise, it's really good, it's worth pretending, after all, there are many sources, all books, and fast updates!

Daolaixi Market sells smuggled goods. ”

Han Chunlei couldn't help but praise: "This girl's head is very bright, I almost couldn't help but buy a watch with her just now." ”

Wu Qinghe said with a smile: "This kid was smart when he was studying, and his learning has always been in the early years. I just resigned from Chaijiawu Primary School, and when I came back to sell goods, I didn't know how to open my mouth, or this little girl taught me a few times. No, I'm also out of school, and I dare to shout at people, and I know how to bargain. But I still think that at Liping's age, they should go back to school, they should go back to class, and they shouldn't be here. ”

"yes. Han Chunlei glanced at the market in the West Market, and saw students selling goods everywhere, and many stalls were half-grown children shouting with their parents.

In the blink of an eye, it was time for lunch.

At this time, the number of customers is gradually decreasing.

Wu Qinghe took the opportunity to take stock of the goods in his hand, and in one morning, he sold a hundred meters of polyester cloth.

"It's a good day, I'll be able to close the stall at 3 p.m. When the time comes, I'll take you to the dock, and the fishing boats will be back in port before it gets dark. We all bought at that time. ”

Wu Qinghe was sorting out the polyester cloth that had been messed up by the guests on the stall, and at the same time talking to Han Chunlei about the afternoon's arrangements.