"What? You said brother-in-law Man Yin sent twenty meters of cloth to our family?!"

At noon, Sun Shaoan had just returned from the mountains when he heard Xu Hui tell him about Lanhua's return in the morning. He was immediately shocked. The old man Yuhou behind him was also stunned in place.

Lanhua just gave them a bowl of oil residue two days ago, but now she still can't bear to eat it, so she adds a little oil star to grandma every meal.

Unexpectedly, twenty meters of cloth were sent to me now. If I had to buy it myself, I would have to pay at least eight yuan to get it.

"Yes, Man Yin is a good son-in-law, he has always been respectful to us, and I heard from Lanhua that he will teach in the village in the future, that's good." Xu Hui added proudly.

Sun Shaoan quickly took out a piece of discarded draft paper, skillfully rolled a dry cigarette and held it in his mouth, moving back and forth.

"Okay, that's good. I was worried before that my brother-in-law was really a fool, and I was afraid that my sister would suffer if she married him. But now it's okay. My brother-in-law seems to be a capable person."

After saying that, he turned to look at his old father and grinned, "Dad, what I said was right at the beginning. Everyone has the right to pursue their own love. Your set of concepts no longer apply."

Sun Yuhou snorted and exhaled a puff of blue smoke, "This shows a lot, there will be a long time to come."

In fact, he is also happy now. He is a very simple father. As long as each of his children is well, he will be satisfied.

When I was dissatisfied with Wang Manyin, I was not worried that he would make his daughter suffer.

This situation now is what he wants to see.

Thinking of this, he became enthusiastic about his future life again. Now that he had two full-time workers, he would have no problem supporting the family. The beach tent he borrowed could be paid off in a few years.

Their family's bad life can definitely get better slowly.

Not only him, but Sun Shaoan also had the same idea. He had secretly clenched his fists and prepared to do something big this year.

...

Two days flew by.

The weather was average that night, and it was extremely dark at night, and I couldn't see my fingers.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Wang Manyin quietly got up, got dressed, put on a felt hat, covered his face with a black scarf, took a kerosene lamp and walked outside.

"Man Yin, I'll wait for you to come back." Just as he was about to open the door, Lan Hua's weak voice came over.

"Wait for me. You sleep well and don't dare to damage your body." Wang Manyin scolded with a smile and ran out of the door.

Lan Hua snorted, and a smile appeared on her lips involuntarily. She didn't know what she thought of, and her body became hot.

"silver?"

As soon as Wang Manyin arrived on the dirt road leading to Shige Festival, a probing voice sounded.

Wang Manyin took a closer look and found that Chen Minghao, who was wrapped up tightly, was hiding behind a dirt bag on the roadside. He was timid and looked like he was not doing serious things.

"You have a good sense of precaution, let's go."

The two of them were invited to set foot on the dirt road. It was pitch black with no light around them, and the sound of the wind was strange. If a person were walking alone at night, he might even be scared.

The two people couldn't help but get closer, and looked behind them from time to time, for fear that something strange would appear.

Of course, it was calm along the way, but when walking at night, some thoughts will inevitably arise.

It was still the hidden grove, and basically no one came to trade at this time. Huya and the others had already arrived and had already set up a wooden shed.

This kind of wooden shed is just a few logs stuck in the ground, and then covered with a rainproof cloth on the top, that's it.

"Yinzi, here we come." Huya greeted warmly.

Qianya and the others respectfully shouted "Brother Yinzi".

Wang Manyin nodded, and immediately started working with them, sorting the things he had prepared before and placing them in the wooden shed.

In fact, there are not many things. First of all, the food occupies one place, vinegar, salt, soy sauce, etc. occupy another place, matches, wool, thread, and kerosene occupy another place, the roll of scrap cloth occupies another place, and the purchased meat occupies another place.

Then Wang Manyin took out a sign he had prepared in advance, which read "receive and exchange."

Of course, this wooden sign is just a decoration. Many people nowadays are illiterate.

After doing this, Huya ordered: "Incisor and Dogya, you two go for a walk and collect the tickets."

Wang Manyin quickly stopped, "It's necessary to let people go, but we don't need to charge admission fees. That's not what we make."

Incisor and Dog Ya glanced at Hu Ya, and when they saw him nodding, they left as instructed.

Next, all you have to do is wait for those who want to trade to come to this grove.

Tian Wenjun is an ordinary farmer in Shuangshui Village. His situation is considered average in the village. Although his food is not good, he never goes hungry.

But such an ordinary farmer also has his own troubles in his heart. His baby is going to the Shige Festival to go to middle school, but he doesn't have decent clothes yet. How can he do that?

Although the family is poor, the baby is going to the town to study anyway, so he still needs to prepare decent clothes.

However, his family has saved some money, but there are really no cloth stamps. The village issues very few cloth stamps every year.

In desperation, he can only try his luck in the pigeon market.

But he didn't have much hope in his heart. It's not like he had never been to the Pigeon Market. Although there were no tickets, there were very few things, and most of them were selling food.

After all, he was one of them. He was holding a bag of cornmeal on his shoulders to see if he could exchange it for two cloth tickets.

Tian Wenjun looked left and right outside the small forest, looked at the lights inside, and then stepped inside.

"Stop, what are you doing?" Qianya came out from behind a bush and asked in a deep voice.

Tian Wenjun straightened his brows, smiled apologetically and replied: "Brother, sell some food, I understand the rules." After saying that, he handed over a dime.

Someone outside the door waved his hand, "We have re-established rules here..."

When Tian Wenjun heard this, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the ticket price had gone up? But then he heard Qianya say: "We won't charge tickets here from now on. Do you understand?"

Tian Wenjun was stunned. Is there such a good thing? But he didn't think much about it. He just thought that these people's conscience discovered it, and he also thought about visiting this pigeon market more in the future.

The psychological effect of this dime for admission is not small. Ordinary people don’t like to visit the black market, and more importantly, they don’t want to spend this dime of unjust money.

Therefore, unless they have no choice, they will basically not come to the pigeon market, which is undoubtedly an obstacle to the development of the market.
Chapter completed!