The rice, noodles and meat were finally delivered, and he was exhausted. Of course, this was impossible. He was just doing it and helped him deliver more than a dozen servings.

The commune cadres went back in the middle of the afternoon, and the craftsmen were led by the team leaders, with forty formal workers in charge of assisting, and they also meant to be supervised, and everything was formal.

The bicycle was lent to Xu Rong, and Li Zhengyang and his wife had to stay and clean up, so they would take a step first, and go back to Jiaoshan together at the Beidou round a little later.

He set out with his second sister, Yulan and Yuqin. As for the honest Yuhong, he stayed to help. It was only a few kilometers away from Beidou, and it took half an hour to walk.

"Brother, have you received the letter I wrote to you?" Fang Yan asked suddenly. She wrote two letters in total, one sent before Dajun went to the county for the first time, but the second letter was about ten days ago. Then she remembered to ask.

Fang Dajun smiled and said, "I received it. Isn't the price written on it? It's very useful."

Fang Yan paused and asked in confusion: "Then there is another letter, it's not the price written in it."

"There is another letter? When did you send it?" Fang Dajun was stunned.

"I sent it ten days ago, it might have dropped it!" Fang Yan was a little nervous, and there were some words in the letter that could not be seen by outsiders.

"How can I go to the post office tomorrow to ask." Fang Dajun didn't care at all, and said again: "If it falls, it will fall. It's just a letter, not a money."

Fang Yan was anxious when she heard this. She wrote a lot of whispers to her younger brother in the letter, but how could she say it at this time? Suddenly she thought about it and replied: "No. The stamp I used was a monkey. It's so beautiful. I also want to tear the stamp off and put it on the pencil case."

Fang Dajun suddenly staggered and almost knelt down angrily, "Sister, are you saying there is a monkey on the stamp? What color is it?"

"It's red, the monkey is black, so beautiful." Fang Yan said in a flash. It's not a lie. The stamp is really beautiful.

Damn it. Fang Dajun really wanted to slap himself. He just thought about coal, but he actually ignored the stamps. He didn't understand the collection, but in the 1990s, collecting it became popular everywhere. Although he was in the condition of his family, he finally tricked his friends into hanging keychains on a few copper coins. But he heard others talk about many incidents of collecting and making money, so he was considered passive to understand it. He didn't think about this before, mainly because he felt that there was a lot of high-end goods in Jiaoshan.

But the famous monkey tickets are not divided into regions. From eight cents to tens of thousands of yuan, it will only take thirty years to appreciate by more than 100,000 times.

"Let's go, go to the post office now!" Fang Dajun was excited, but he couldn't remember the year of the monkey tickets issued. But now he could almost confirm that the monkey tickets mentioned by his second sister were the priceless "golden monkey tickets"!

If he could buy ten thousand monkey tickets now, it would only cost 800 yuan, but it would be worth at least 100 million yuan in thirty years. What does this mean? With these monkey tickets, no matter how he went bankrupt, he would be a rich man in the end. This would be a hidden retreat.

At this time, he didn't even care about picking up girls, so he asked everyone to go all the way to the town post office, but unfortunately it was closed. In desperation, Li Yulan and the others asked him to take a walk around first. He had to go and say hello to Xu Rong first, and he couldn't tell me that the news would be possible.

I had something in my heart, and I felt like I was windy under my feet. I quickly found the hotel room where Xu Rong lived, and as soon as I entered, I blurted out: "Xugong, Gong Jiang, do you know that the stamps are like a monkey ticket?"

"I don't know very well. I usually don't write letters to others, and it's not my turn to receive letters from the bureau." Xu Rong shook his head and said.

But Jiang Qiang said: "Dajun, you are talking about the monkey tickets issued the year before."

The year before yesterday? Damn it, it's been on the market for two years, it's a little late. I don't know how much goods are left, Fang Dajun was anxious, "Yes, it's the monkey tickets from the year before yesterday, Jiang Gong, do you know how many pieces were issued in total?"

Seeing his nervous look, Xu Rong couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Why did you know that stamps are coming for no reason? You have to use stamps and just go to the post office to buy them."

Fang Dajun quickly made an excuse, "I just thought, my wife likes monkeys, so she wants to buy more versions to give to her."

"Haha, you fooled me last time. Others are not your wife at all." Xu Rong replied depressedly.

If Fang Dajun usually had to say a few bad things, but now he is nervous, he returns to the question just now and asks: "Mr. Jiang, tell me about the monkey ticket."

Jiang Qiang thought for a while and replied, "It seems that millions of copies have been issued. I used monkey tickets when I wrote the letter last month, which looked quite festive."

Fang Danian was quite heartbroken. The letter was not a letter but money. The value of the stamps stamped with the postmarks shrank directly, which was severely shrunk. If one seal was stamped, ten thousand yuan would be stamped away.

However, when I heard that there were millions of stamps, I saw that everyone seemed to have no such act of collecting stamps. I dare not say that there were absolutely no one. However, there should not be many people collecting stamps in this era. Before the postage market appeared, even fewer people would be able to collect stamps in large quantities.

Sweeping goods, shopping for goods frantically, time is not waiting for anyone, and tomorrow they will embezzle public funds to sweep monkey tickets. I am afraid that if you have money, you won’t have that many tickets, and 100,000 tickets are only 8,000 yuan. He can’t remember the other valuable stamps, and he doesn’t have the time to search for them. He just stares at the monkey tickets, and he will definitely win.

He followed him away in a hurry. He wanted to find the home of the post office staff directly, but in the end he held back. Now the monkey tickets are money. If you scan one more, you have to keep it steady and don’t show it too much.

When I returned to the commune, I went to Wang Hongwen to inquire. As a result, Wang Hongwen, who has always been experienced, just had a little impression of monkey stamps and didn't pay much attention to it. At this time, stamps were priced at the same time, and they were only priced at 8 cents per piece. When I wanted to use it, I just bought it at the post office. Why pay attention to the stamp itself? Not to mention that it is a monkey, even a panda, isn't it also an eight cent?

That night, Fang Dajun lost insomnia. Although he was confident in coal and other companies, the monkey tickets were obviously worth money. They only needed to be bought and stored to increase the value by more than 100,000 times. How could he not be anxious? It was just a robbery of money.

If you don’t take this time to buy monkey tickets, it will be useless to travel through time.

Early the next morning, he took his second sister out and sent her to the construction site first. He turned back to Beidou and waited for the post office to open, and three cigarettes in a row to calm down. Not only did he have to buy tickets today, but he also had to get specific information about the monkey tickets. Then he went back and mobilized all the friends of the commune to go out to sweep the tickets.

This is a huge project. In addition to ethnic minority areas and the mountain city areas that will be divided into later, there are more than a dozen cities, more than fifty counties, and hundreds of towns in Sichuan. According to his estimate, the number of post offices within these dozen cities alone should be about one thousand.

These post offices are his goals. If the ethnic minority areas and the scope of the mountain city are included, the number of post offices will have to double. Just thinking about it makes me feel like I'm going to kneel down. However, compared with the value obtained in the later period, this difficulty is nothing. Who would have thought it would be too much for free?

"Or the construction of cement plants will be put aside first, and the purchase of monkey tickets is the only criterion for evaluating workers. Whoever buys more monkey tickets will be the team leader? Those who are relatively more are considered full of teachers? Those who have not bought them will be fired directly." Fang Dajun imagined excitedly. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this method was feasible. He first swept a thousand post offices in the centralized areas of Sichuan, forty workers, and each person would go to twenty-five post offices, which was called "market investigation, uh!

But in fact, it didn't work. Everyone invested money and the cadres were waiting to make achievements. Less than a day after work started, he suddenly called for a stop, letting the workers go out to buy monkey tickets, which was just crazy.

In this anxiety, the post office door opened and he walked in directly. Today, he didn't go to the market with two numbers. He took advantage of the fact that there were few people now that he had time to inquire more.

The place is not big. Except for the green sign of the post office, he thought it was selling some snacks. Two small shops were together, and after the wooden door was opened, it was considered open.

The inside is very narrow, the counter is also tall, and the shape is a bit like a pawn shop in a costume TV series. There are iron railings on the counter. The door to the workroom inside is in the corner, just an iron door. There are even gaps on the door, so you can see the situation inside.

Looking back at the post office in later generations, the bank's super thick bulletproof glass, security patrols, and cameras are everywhere. In fact, compared with the simple facilities now, it is safer now.

There was an old man outside the counter sweeping the floor. He saw only one staff member inside. He was a middle-aged woman. It should not be difficult to handle it. He immediately shouted: "Hello, let me know. Ten days ago, I sent a letter from the county to Jiaoshan. I haven't received it yet. Who should I ask for to deal with it?"

The woman echoed: "Of Jiaoshan, I'll find a postman named Wang. He sent a letter in the morning and came to the post office in the afternoon."

"Oh, I am the purchasing staff of the cement factory in front. The factory has to mail a large batch of letters. What stamps do you have here?" Fang Dajun lied.

"Are you from the cement factory?" The woman was stunned for a moment, and what surprised Fang Dajun happened. Before he could ask for the monkey tickets, the woman actually asked him for the cement factory enthusiastically, and even opened the door and came out of the workshop...

It took him ten minutes to reverse the topic. Sure enough, even the aunts in the unit couldn't afford to offend him. The gossip ability was so powerful, but these ten minutes were not without effect. At least they were familiar with each other. When he learned that he was the "Fang Deyi", the woman seemed even more enthusiastic. I wonder if it was an illusion, but he even felt that this woman wanted to be a matchmaker.

I couldn't go deeper and hurriedly said, "The stamps posted on the envelope I received last time look like monkeys. Look at the festive season, I'll buy these stamps. Do you have any more here?"

"Yes, there are not many people who send letters from our Beidou. After three versions of the monkey tickets were sent, there are more than two versions left." The woman said casually. She was in charge of sending and receiving emails, and the person who handled the deposit and withdrawal had not come to work yet.

"How many pictures are the first version?" Fang Dajun suppressed his excitement and asked as calmly as possible.

"Eighty pictures in one edition, how many do you want?"

"I'm going to want it all!" Fang Dajun felt a little tearful. He was about to get the monkey ticket worth nearly two million, and the cost was only about ten yuan...

PS: There will be a monthly ticket update in the early morning! (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, novels are better and faster!
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