I want to be a good person

Chapter 114 Guyuan's Business

Hello.

The main thing is that I earned back the money I spent on the bullets, so I didn’t lose money.

In the sun, the green grass was wilted by the sun, and the trees began to appear more and more.

Zhang Aiguo took out the map and found that he had arrived at Guyuan, the pearl of the Bashang Mountains known as the forest sea in the northern frontier.

There are wild button mushrooms on the dam, which grow overnight in the sun after a rainy day. There are also day lilies, which can be made into nests, strips, steamed dumplings, yam fish, and oat noodles for playing puppets. There are also potatoes commonly known as "ground eggs" and "yam eggs".

Food is the most important thing for people. In times of war, grain is the hard currency. No matter how much gold, silver and jewels you have, they cannot resist the protest and cry of your stomach. However, if you don't have connections and background, you will easily be eaten up.

"Ah, why is the sun getting redder and redder, and it's almost turning black"

Zhang Aiguo flicked a whip.

"Let's go"

No matter how nicely you talk, and how you claim that things are going well every day, everyone knows their own situation.

Pingdingbao, formerly known as Pingdingnaobao, was renamed in 1926 after the ancient fort was built. The main believers were Catholics. It belonged to the first district of Guyuan County at that time. By 1934, it had 715 households and 3415 people.

The entire Chahar had a very small population during the Republic of China period, with many immigrants from Hebei, Shandong and Shanxi filling the gap. The total population was less than 200 million, and when divided among the various counties and cities, the population was even smaller. Without people and without a demographic dividend, the economy could not develop. This was a difficult problem to solve.

A loess road, a main street, it only takes a pack of cigarettes to walk from the south gate to the north gate. The only shops are scattered on both sides of the road. There are very few pedestrians on the road. Don’t talk about life, everyone is living strong, just like the poplar trees on the roadside, although thin, but still holding on.

There are ponds and meadows outside the city, and the pastoral scenery is elegant, but it's a pity that it's the wrong season.

Zhang Aiguo led the horse into a carriage inn.

"Hey, buddy, do you have an order?"

"Yes, the boss came from the east."

"Wow, you have sharp eyes, you can see this"

"I'm sorry to make you laugh, boss. I can tell from the customer that he's a well-traveled person with a different temperament."

"Hehe, lead the way."

"You follow me"

After saying that, he reached out and took the reins of the pack horse team from Zhang Aiguo.

"Take good care of the animals and feed them with fine feed."

"Don't worry, this is an old store with a good reputation."

Zhang Aiguo came in after seeing the slogans "Treat guests with sincerity" and "Guests come home" painted on the wall.

"What business does the boss do?"

"I heard that the best fur is the skin of the skin. I'm here to buy furs. I want lamb skin, rabbit skin, mink skin, fox skin, yellow wolf skin, and gray squirrel skin."

“What about the price?”

“Follow the market and price based on quality”

“Then I’ll show it to you.”

"Okay, I'll stay here for a few more days."

“Thank you sir”

"Oh, I also want dried day lily and nasturtium."

"There's more"

Zhang Aiguo stopped the guy who was about to leave.

"Put the money on the counter, and help me find a mechanic to repair the shoes and stirrups, and make a pack saddle, and one of the horses is injured, and I need a veterinarian to see to it."

The guy happily took the five dollars in cash.

No matter how the world changes, the truth that money makes things easier is easy to understand, and I have always adhered to it without interruption.

"Oh, don't worry, I will definitely get it done for you."

“What would you like to eat?”

"Mushrooms and lamb, oatmeal dumplings, and a bottle of good wine"

"It's all milk wine, okay?"

"bring it on"

Some customs of Guyuan are similar to those of the Mongolians. There are Mongolians, Manchus and Hui people on the streets.

A businessman entered the town, like a stone thrown into calm waters.

The next morning, several policemen stood at the door, under the pretext of assisting the boss who came to maintain business order.

The city is small, and even the smallest news can spread within a day. Many people are relatives, and their reputation is based on word of mouth. The difficulty lies in transportation. There are many poles on the dam, the Japanese devils’ hands are everywhere, and there is a monopoly by Mongolian nobles. It is very difficult to sell goods.

Although the Allied Forces recaptured Guyuan, Duolun and other areas, many traitors and Japanese spies were left behind. There were too many people who only cared about whoever gave them milk. Many people made a living by eating, and they became rich by scolding everyone.

"Thank you for your hard work, bosses. Haven't you had breakfast yet?"

"Man, man"

"Here I come, boss"

"Go, ask the kitchen to bring some food, some mutton."

"Why"

The police chief in charge was very happy to see that Zhang Aiguo was so aware of the current situation.

"Boss, you are too polite. We brothers are also on official business. Our director attaches great importance to us."

"You have worked so hard, and I deserve a treat. I will still rely on you in the coming days, and I can't let the bosses work in vain."

"You are so polite. Come on, the boss is so generous. Come and help."

Several policemen quickly helped to carry tables, benches and other things.

When the food was served, it turned out that several policemen had not eaten yet and came just to extort money.

After seeing it so many times, you will get used to it. The world is so big that there are all kinds of things. Only the things you haven't thought of are already known to you. Most of the time, you are just repeating what others have said.

With the police backing up the place, hooligans dare not come out to cause trouble.

The owner of the inn also came out to help, and Zhang Aiguo gave him a reward.

Thinking of his boss's self-recommendation last night, Zhang Aiguo realized that business was really difficult and they were barely maintaining it, even though the newspapers still looked bright and the situation was good.

The owner of the inn was named Wei. During the conversation, Zhang Aiguo revealed that he still had some guns and ammunition that he wanted to sell.

The inn is usually a place where familiar bandits sell stolen goods, and is considered to be half a gang.

"What kind of gun do you have?"

"Old sleeve, Hanyang-made, Mannlicher, Golden Hook Rifle, Box Gun"

"Where's the bullet?"

"All"

"The boss's business is really big, is it a business with no capital?"

"Boss Wei, I am a single person doing business, making a little money by reselling to support my family. I have no choice but to do so because I have a large family."

"I'll contact the buyer for you, but it's all cash on delivery."

"Okay, I think Boss Wei has been a middleman more than once or twice. We rely on the brotherhood of the underworld."

"As long as you can trust me, I have run this inn for more than ten years, and I rely on word of mouth."

"But I heard from the grapevine that half of Old Yan Wang's pole was destroyed by someone a while ago. It seems to be a single jumper. Is it really not you?"

"The shopkeeper is joking. All my guns are collected from the people. You know, during the war two years ago, many villagers picked up leftovers. They are all second-hand goods.

The old shopkeeper suppressed his doubts, laughed a few times, and the two sides began to exchange pleasantries and chat.

When I returned to my room, the accountant was waiting for me at the counter.

"Shopkeeper, how are you doing?"

"What else can I do? It's a bit hard to understand."

"What's the matter?"

"I tested it for a long time without saying a word of Chun Dian, but it seems that you really don't understand it."

"Shopkeeper, how do you transport the goods with all the fanfare? All of them, big and small, think it's a fat sheep."

"Fat sheep, we don't know who is whose fat sheep yet. Spread the news to those we know well. Don't provoke them. He has some guns to sell, spread the word as well."

"Well, what if someone doesn't listen?"

"It's hard to persuade a damned ghost with kind words. We just need to fulfill our duty as brothers and sisters."

"Yes, shopkeeper."