stjorthotic Chapter 71 The Vibrant Atmosphere of Wuzhen
Chapter 71 The Vibrant Atmosphere of Wuzhen
The gunshots were deafening, startling the two thugs so much that their legs went weak, and they scrambled away in all directions.
Li Xiangyang naturally didn't aim at them.
The reason for firing those three shots was simply to scare them, so that they wouldn't harbor any illusions and dare to rob him again next time.
"Let's go, Jianguo."
Li Xiangyang shouted.
Whatever the reason, now that the shooting has taken place, someone will definitely come to investigate later.
Then we can no longer stay here.
"Oh, let's go, let's go..."
Startled by Li Xiangyang's shout, Liu Jianguo finally came to his senses.
Everything just happened too fast and too dangerous.
Liu Jianguo dared to point his gun at the thugs only because he had the fearlessness of a newborn calf.
However, at this time,
He found that his legs were weak and he could hardly walk.
All she could do was awkwardly call out to Li Xiangyang, who was almost gone, "Sister...brother-in-law, my...my legs are weak."
Li Xiangyang didn't say anything, much less laugh at him.
Not to mention that Liu Jianguo is not even 19 years old yet, even this old man who has lived two lives is now feeling a bit weak in the knees.
He ran back and helped Liu Jianguo into the carriage, then hurriedly drove the carriage away from this place of trouble.
"Brother-in-law, why didn't you arrest them and take them to the police station?"
Once they were out of sight, Liu Jianguo finally came to his senses and asked in confusion.
However, Li Xiangyang was speechless after hearing this: "Jianguo, are you scared out of your wits?"
"Huh? No!"
"No, how dare you ask that?"
What should we say when we get to the police station? Why did they rob us? Why not someone else...?
"Um... this..."
Liu Jianguo felt extremely ashamed and buried his head deep in his hands, too embarrassed to continue the conversation.
People who go out to engage in speculation and profiteering arrest robbers and take them to the police station?
Now that's all, do we still need to trouble the police officers at the local station to take them both to the market management team...?
This is why these thugs dare to target and rob merchants who come to the black market to sell their goods.
The gamble is that if they are robbed, the victims won't dare to call the police easily.
Those two thugs must be seasoned veterans, especially that burly man who used every trick in the book.
I wonder how much money they've amassed using these tricks?
Unfortunately,
They didn't consult the Chinese almanac before going out today and ran into Li Xiangyang, a tough nut to crack.
After leaving the black market, Li Xiangyang didn't rush to the supply and marketing cooperative. Looking at Liu Jianguo, who was still in shock behind the carriage, he felt a little sorry for him as his brother-in-law.
Moreover, Liu Jianguo was only frightened because he was trying to help him protect his assets, which shows his loyalty.
It was still early, so he planned to take Liu Jianguo somewhere to eat something first to ease his tense nerves.
Li Xiangyang turned the carriage around and slowly drove to the west exit of Central Avenue, stopping beside an old elm tree by the roadside.
Right next to it was a small mutton offal soup stall without a sign.
A large, dark iron pot sat on the earthen stove, bubbling away as lamb offal simmered inside.
The rich, pungent aroma of the mutton mixed with the salty fragrance of the brick tea, accompanied by rising smoke, could drift across most of the street.
It makes your mouth water.
Liu Jianguo stuck out his nose and sniffed, his eyes lighting up: "It smells so good!"
"That's right, their lamb offal soup is the most authentic, especially when eaten with pickled vegetables."
Li Xiangyang tied the reins, walked over, and casually found a stool to sit on. Liu Jianguo then sat down on the long bench opposite him.
Li Xiangyang had visited this lamb offal stall several times in his previous life. The prices were reasonable, the amount of lamb offal was generous, and most importantly, the taste was good.
Unfortunately,
A few years later, due to the need for major renovations of Central Avenue to attract investment, he also moved away.
He didn't really know exactly where he went, since he only came here occasionally.
"Old Wang, bring two bowls of mutton offal soup and four cornbread buns," Li Xiangyang called out skillfully.
The owner responded and soon brought out all the food on a tray, greeting Li Xiangyang and his companion with a smile.
Li Xiangyang remembered that the stall owner's surname was Wang, and everyone called him Old Wang.
He is currently a educated youth in his early thirties who returned to his hometown after being sent to the countryside. He has been unemployed and doing nothing since returning.
It was only in the last two years, with the easing of policies, that I had the brilliant idea to set up this little stall here.
Since he was a returned educated youth, ran a small business, and sold everyday food, he couldn't be considered a speculator.
As long as it's not too excessive, the local industrial and commercial bureau and market management team will turn a blind eye.
After all, solving the employment problem for educated youth was a pressing national issue during this period.
The stall was rather simple, consisting of just a large pot, two low wooden tables with peeling paint, and a few benches in front of it.
But in this era
It can be considered a little bit of simmering tension hidden in the gaps of policy.
"Mmm, delicious, so delicious!" Liu Jianguo picked up the mutton offal soup and slurped it up with the crisp pickled vegetable leaves.
One bite warms both the heart and the stomach.
The tension I felt just moments before was instantly dispelled by the delicious food in front of me.
Two bowls of mutton offal soup and four cornbread buns cost a total of 44 cents. No ration coupon was required. It was a bit pricey, but still acceptable.
After paying and preparing to leave, Li Xiangyang suddenly remembered that he still had the spices Tu Weimin had given him that morning in his pocket.
"Oops, I forgot to put it in..."
The mutton offal stall wasn't far from the supply and marketing cooperative, only about 400 meters away. Liu Jianguo volunteered to stay outside and watch the horse-drawn cart.
In case the carriage is stolen.
What he had just experienced made him realize that the world he was in was only outwardly harmonious, but in reality, there were already undercurrents surging beneath the surface.
Li Xiangyang entered the supply and marketing cooperative and went to the daily necessities section.
Enemies meet on a narrow road.
It was the same salesperson who had tricked Li Xiangyang when he bought the flashlight yesterday who served Li Xiangyang.
Moreover, he recognized Li Xiangyang, the scoundrel who spent half the day looking at flashlights yesterday and then turned his back and said he wouldn't buy them.
Both of them felt a little awkward.
"Could you please bring me that radio?"
Li Xiangyang spoke first.
"You need to check the industrial invoice before buying a radio!" the salesperson said casually.
It was obvious that she said this intentionally to make things difficult for Li Xiangyang.
Furthermore, he was convinced that Li Xiangyang definitely did not have any industrial invoices.
But the next second...
Li Xiangyang then took out a yellowed receipt from his pocket and handed it to her.
The sales clerk choked for a moment.
When one plan failed, she devised another. Turning to the display case and pointing to several radios on the shelf, she said with a disdainful tone:
"This BJ brand is 50 yuan, this Plum Blossom brand is 30 yuan, and this Peony 749 is the cheapest, but..."
She looked pleased with herself, her lips curling into a smile: "It'll still cost 28 yuan!"
In her eyes, Li Xiangyang was just a small herdsman who couldn't even afford a flashlight that cost a few yuan.
Not to mention these radios, the cheapest of which cost more than 30 yuan!
but,
She didn't feel smug for even two seconds.
Then Li Xiangyang casually reached into his pocket and pulled out a large wad of small bills.
There were clearly several large unity bills among them...
"I'll take that one, the 50 yuan one, the BJ brand. Can you test it and let me see? If it's okay, I'll issue the invoice!"