Although Jiadi Village is not far from Chaijiawu, it is separated by more than ten miles, but the two villages belong to two different communes, Chaijiawu is under the jurisdiction of Changhe Commune, and Jiadi Village belongs to Puyan Commune.

The two villages were close to each other and often came and went, especially during the three-year difficult period in 59, when the two villages also helped each other to tide over the difficulties together.

Therefore, the relationship between the two villages is quite deep, unlike some villages in some places, as soon as the spring is cultivated, they will grab the water source, fight to the death, and eventually evolve into a fight between villages. On the contrary, Chaijiawu and Jiadi Village have not only been peaceful, but also have many marriages. Either the girl from Chaijiawu married into Jiadi Village, or the girl from Jiadi Village married into Chaijiawu.

Over time, the people of the two villages became familiar with each other. How could people in the village not know a "celebrity" like Han Chunlei's mother, Mao Yuzhen, who was in Chaijiawu? Therefore, Han Chunlei took his younger brother to carry the burden and knock on the iron piece and shouted all the way into the village, and some people recognized him as Mao Yuzhen's son.

"Isn't this the baby of Chaijiawu Mao Yuzhen's family?"

"It's Mao Yuzhen's fierce mother-in-law's baby! Why did the brothers start the candy business?"

"In the past, I always saw outsiders come to us to knock candy, and this is the first time I have seen locals come to knock candy. Tsk tsk, this little piece of iron is beating hard, and the shouting is bright, it's quite like that. ”

"Hahaha, let's go, let's go over and have a look. Ask how to change this candy and see if you can change the rags at home for some candy. ”

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For knocking sugar for rags, adults and children in Jiadi Village are no strangers, and every month there are other places to knock sugar to come here, so it has long been strange. How big a piece of malt candy can be exchanged for a pair of broken sandals, even children know.

However, the out-of-town knockers always pick maltose to exchange for rags, and some people pick fried jelly beans in the cold, which is still quite fresh and popular.

So not long after Han Chunlei entered the village, he was surrounded by a group of children and exchanged for a pound of jelly beans. I harvested half a basket of torn sandals, toothpaste skins, and a rotten kitchen knife.

After a change, Han Chunlei continued to pick up the burden and walked forward, and a group of children behind him grabbed a handful of jelly beans in their hands, jumping and jumping behind Han Chunlei's buttocks. Han Chunfeng knocked on the iron piece and shouted a voice to change jelly beans, and these children shouted in unison, which was particularly neat and lively, and frequently attracted people in the village to stop and watch.

After wandering around the village for a while, Han Chunlei didn't expect fried jelly beans to be so popular, let alone that the people in Jiadi Village actually hid so many tattered things in their homes. Five catties of jelly beans were quickly replaced, especially children and women, who are definitely the main consumer groups.

Han Chunlei took Han Chunfeng to find a place where no one was, and checked the two loads of loot, tattered copper, iron and sandals, vinegar bottles, wine bottles, toothpaste skin, full of them, which was a big harvest.

Han Chunlei, who finished counting the harvest, stuffed the remaining jelly beans, about one, two, and two into Han Chunfeng's pocket, "The rest will not be sold, you will eat it as a snack." ”

Happiness came very suddenly, Han Chunfeng's little face was excited, and he said happily: "Thank you, brother, can we go back to Chaijiawu?"

Han Chunlei smiled, looked at the two burdens full of rags, shook his head and said, "Don't go back, while it's still dark, let's go straight to the commune and sell this pile of rags!"

The state-run scrap collection site is located in Hongqi Village, where the Changhe Commune is located.

Han Chunfeng looked at the sky and hesitated: "Brother, it's past noon, can you still rush back to Chaijiawu if you go to Hongqi Village again?"

"If you can't go back, you won't go back," Han Chunlei leaned down, picked up the flat burden, and said, "Brother Qian sold it and took you to a hotel tonight." Let's go!"

The brothers left the village one after the other.

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Five catties of fried jelly beans in exchange for two baskets of tatters.

Although there are not many metals such as broken copper and iron, most of them are toothpaste skins, broken sandals, and empty bottles, but they still make Han Chunlei's shoulders red. When the brothers copied the road and walked more than ten miles of mountain roads to Changhe Commune, the sun was about to set.

Hongqi Village is the location of Changhe Commune, the central village of more than a dozen villages under the jurisdiction of Changhe Commune, where Changhe Police Station, Changhe Health Center, and Changhe Supply and Marketing Cooperative. On the first and fifteenth day of each month, more than a dozen villages under the jurisdiction of Changhe Commune will come to Hongqi Village to catch a big gathering.

The county's state-run waste collection station has set up a collection point in Hongqi Village, but only one staff member is stationed in Hongqi Village to be responsible for purchasing and settlement. But he also hired a local man in Hongqi Village to be responsible for moving the scale, opening and closing the door.

Waiting for Han Chunlei to arrive with the burden, they were already ready to close the door.

It's just before five o'clock and you close for work?

"This big brother, slow down, slow down, there are still two loads of waste products, help collect it and close it again. Han Chunlei hurriedly stepped forward and put down his burden.

"Do you want to sell scrap at this point?"

The one who closed the door was a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, not wearing a work uniform, and shook his head with displeasure on his face, "You can come back tomorrow, we are off work!"

Han Chunlei asked: "This big brother, can you collect it first and then get off work?" We are penniless, so we are waiting to sell these two baskets of waste products to eat and live in a hotel." ”

"Still staying in a hotel?"

The middle-aged man glanced at Han Chunlei lightly, and then his eyes fell on the two baskets of waste, a flash of greed flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Where did you two babies get so many things, it's really a good deal." ”

Seeing this, Han Chunlei was secretly vigilant, and said calmly: "I am from Chaijiawu, and these things belong to the collective in our village. These days, our village is engaged in large-scale production, and the others don't have time, so our village party secretary sent me and my brother to pick these things to sell at the Changhe purchase station. ”

As soon as he heard that it was a collective in the village, the middle-aged man immediately extinguished his greedy thoughts of taking the two loads of waste for himself.

In these years, the property of the village collective is not easy to provoke, and if the whole village sends hundreds of strong laborers to Changhe Commune to cause trouble, then it will suffer a big loss. Especially in a poor village like Chaijiawu, I am really greedy for other people's things, and I have to take my life with you.

However, he has already made an appointment with others to eat old wine, and besides, the official staff of the acquisition station have all skipped work early to go home, and he is a temporary worker who wants to skip work in advance, and this door is closed, so he is too lazy to toss again.

So, he waved his hand and said, "Come back tomorrow, we're closed." ”

After saying that, he pulled out the key of the big lock, put it in my pocket and left directly.

Looking at the figure of the other party leaving, Han Chunfeng hurriedly said: "Brother, what should I do? We don't have a penny in our pockets, and we are going to sleep on the street tonight." ”

Han Chunlei squatted down, gently hugged his brother's shoulder, and said softly: "Don't worry, my brother won't let you sleep on the streets." ”

As for the work attitude of state-owned enterprises, although he had heard the old people talk about the criticism that existed in state-owned enterprises in the last century, he had never seen it with his own eyes. After all, in his time, he adhered to the principle that the customer is God and the customer-oriented service tenet, especially in the service industry, which is the service is proper, the ultimate in place, and the guest at home.

Today's experience can be regarded as a long-term vision.

After all, the entire Changhe Commune is such a scrap collection station, and people say that if they don't collect it now, they won't accept it.

Can't afford to mess with it!

Han Chunlei is not worried about scrap, after all, he can't sell them today, and he can sell them tomorrow when they open the door.

But now it's getting dark, it's too late to go back to Chaijiawu, and it's extremely dangerous to walk on the mountain road after dark.

So what he urgently needs to solve now is accommodation and food, otherwise he will really have to sleep on the streets tonight.

Looking at Han Chunfeng's nervous and helpless eyes, Han Chunlei felt distressed for a while. In his previous life, he had always been an only child, and for the first time, he had the responsibility of being a brother.