In the morning, Qin Shi had found several houses to settle down in Sijiu City. In this day and age, letters of recommendation were still needed. Otherwise, if Qin Shi wanted to buy a good location, he would have to fully utilize the wisdom of a businessman and rack his brains to buy a house!
He was used to the planes, high-speed rail, highway, and his Buick before his rebirth. He subconsciously wanted to curse at the current traffic situation!
"How troublesome!"
Although he was complaining, he still had to solve the problem of eating first. With his hands in his jeans pockets, he went to the first floor. There was a doorway beside the service desk, and a large sign hung on the lintel:
In the dining room.
The restaurant was quite big, with at least ten large round tables inside. However, the tables were all square. There were no armchairs, only wooden stools, and a few people were eating. There were also a few posters pasted on the square pillars in the hall. Upon closer inspection, they were all promoting food hygiene.
This wasn't a restaurant from 30 to 40 years later. If they wanted to eat, they had to order their own food, just like the school cafeteria.
When she walked to the window, she saw a large price list pasted on the glass.
He smiled bitterly. The prices were all set meals, ranging from two to ten people. The prices ranged from three to five yuan to thirty to fifty yuan. They were not cheap, but they were still affordable. However, there were not many dishes that he liked. Fortunately, the price list still had the price of noodles. A bowl of shredded pork noodles cost 68 cents.
"Comrade, give me a bowl of shredded noodles."
The cashier was a male waiter in his forties. His attitude was good, but his Mandarin had a strong Guangxi accent, making it a little difficult to listen to.
"Sixty-eight cents, two taels of food tickets. Do you want to add noodles?"
"No, it's enough."
As he spoke, he took out a stack of national food stamps from his side pocket. He found a half-catty food stamp and handed it to the waiter with a two-yuan note.
When the waiter saw that the customer took out a stack of national food stamps, his eyes lit up. He collected the money, found the food stamps, and handed Zhang Nan a small wooden sign with the words
“8”
This was to get the menu. When the noodles were ready, he had to bring them himself.
When he turned around to leave, he saw the waiter nimbly stuffing the half-catty national food ticket into his shirt pocket from the corner of his eye. He glanced at the food ticket and change that he had given him and felt that it was quite fun.
If they didn't have national food stamps outside, they would starve to death. Moreover, national food stamps were not easy to obtain, so they would be very popular.
" A bowl of shredded pork noodles costs more than a thousand, hehe…"
self-deprecating
The two-yuan note that he had just paid was the "Lathe Work" from the third set. In 2012, a brand new note was worth more than 2000 yuan, and it was hard to get one! Although it dropped a little later, it remained above 1000. It had risen by 1000 times in the past 20 years. It was definitely one of the kings of coins, and now it was all over the streets! The first thing Qin Shi did after his rebirth was to go to the bank and change all his money into two-yuan notes. Next year, the fourth set of yuan would be released, and in a few years, the bank would only accept the third set of yuan.
As expected of a government guest house. There was even a newspaper rack at the side. After choosing it, he casually found a seat to sit down and read the newspaper while waiting for noodles. At the same time, he reminisced about the era of smart phones.
Because he came late, the other people in the restaurant had already finished eating and left, leaving him alone. After a while, there was actually no call. The waiter came over with a tray of noodles and a plate of light spiced beef.
This kind of treatment was rare, but they had met twice on business trips. Zhang Nan probably had more to say.
Sure enough, the waiter pulled a stool and sat beside Zhang Nan to chat.
"Comrade, are you here on a business trip?"
The middle-aged man seemed a little familiar.
"Yes, a business trip."
Qin Shi stopped eating his noodles and handed a pack of cigarettes to the middle-aged man.
" What's your name?"
"Your surname is Wu.”
After saying that, he placed the cigarette horizontally under his nose and sniffed it.
"Little Panda, good smoke! It's rare here."
"You can call me Little Qin."
He did not stand on ceremony.
"Old Wu, do you want the national food stamps?"
As soon as Qin Shi said this, Wu Xun smiled awkwardly and gave Qin Shi a thumbs up."
"Little darling, don't look at how young you are. One look and you can tell that you've been to three provinces and six docks.”
After saying that, Wu Xun sighed and said,
"I'm not afraid that you'll laugh at me, dear. My wife and son are from a rural area, and my parents-in-law and mother-in-law are from poor families. A few people from the same village went to the neighboring Northeast Province to find work. The national food stamps were really not enough, and it was too expensive to buy them in the black market. You see, I still have a way.”
He sounded helpless.
"Haha, Old Wu, you can be considered to be relying on a mountain.”Qin Shi joked that Wu Xun must have swapped all the national food stamps he had collected from work with local food stamps.
"But Old Wu, you also know that it's fine to spend money to buy national food stamps to travel among the locals. I don't dare to do that as I'm here on a business trip.”
Wu Xun looked disappointed when he heard Qin Shi's words. He could tell that Qin Shi was probably telling the truth, but he had to be careful when he was out. In fact, Qin Shi always brought around a hundred catties of national food stamps with him when he went on business trips. He had a background, and to put it bluntly, he was prepared to resell them.
After thinking about it, since he had nothing to do in the afternoon and tomorrow, he said,"Brother Wu, I'm from Qing Dao. I don't lack money and food stamps. I think you're telling the truth. I have a hobby, which is antiques. I like bottles, jars, ancient coins, jade, bronze, and so on. Every time I go on a business trip to a new place, I'll go and look around. If you have it, I'll buy it with cash.”
By tickets, Qin Shi was obviously referring to the national food stamps.
"Yes, yes! Every household has old things. My family has a few bottles and jars that have been passed down. There are even more in the countryside. It is said that my family's ancestor was a small capitalist. There are even more of these things. As long as the price is acceptable, I'll sell them all to you.”
In 1979, the police didn't care about buying old items as long as they came from the right place.
"I only want the little thing. Even if you give me a big water tank for free, I won't be able to take it away.”Qin Shi joked.
"Don't worry, we've been taking in old things in the past two years, but we don't care about the 50 cents.”Wu Xun patted his chest and said.
"Then, Little Qin, when are you free?”
"I'm almost done with my business. I'll leave the day after tomorrow. I'm free this afternoon and tomorrow."
"That's great. I'm off tomorrow. I'll apply for leave later and go to my house to take a look in the afternoon. If there's enough time, we'll go to my son-in-law's village again.”
Wu Xun was still an impatient person.
"Okay, is it far?"
"It's not far. My house is nearby. It's a five-minute walk. My house is in Taiping Village on the edge of the Third Ring Road. It takes about ten minutes to get there by bike. I'll go borrow a bicycle later.”
Hearing that it was not far away, the people from the government guest house would not sell him out, so he said,
"Alright, I'll leave after I finish eating.”
As soon as they finished eating, Brother Wu came to call for them. She went to her room to retrieve a cloth bag and stored her keys. As soon as she walked out of the door, she saw two 28-inch bicycles parked there.
They each rode a bike and arrived at Old Wu's house in the blink of an eye. His wife was also there. However, he was quite disappointed because the bottles and jars in Old Chen's mouth were all from civilian kilns. They were either from the late Qing Dynasty or the Republic of China. They would be worth hundreds or thousands in 30 or 40 years, but they would not be of much use now. On the other hand, Old Wu's wife took out a pile of copper coins and more than ten silver dollars. Zhang Nan took a look and saw that they were all ordinary varieties. Only a Liao Province made Wuxu Longyang was worth a few thousand.
However, at this time, a big ocean was a big ocean. No matter which province or breed you were from, it was 6 yuan for one. Yuan Datou wanted seven yuan each, and this was the result of the price increase in the past two years. Interestingly, after a few years, Longyang would always be more expensive than Yuan Datou. However, Zhang Nan basically had no interest in ordinary silver dollars. Unless it was a rare breed or a top-notch quality, the price-performance ratio was too poor. According to the difference in wages, the price of ordinary silver dollars did not increase much in the past 30 to 40 years.
Silver dollars were silver dollars. No matter when, their value would always be so firm!
Of course, because there were very few small varieties of silver coins in the trade, the quality of the coins was not very particular, so it was a good time to collect them. The chances of picking up good breeds were high, but within 15 years, he could not think of making money. At most, he could be a porter to earn a local price difference.
Due to Old Wu's enthusiasm and eagerness, Zhang Nan used the local market price to buy 15 silver coins, 7 Longyang coins for 42 yuan, and 5 Yuan Datou coins for 35 yuan, totaling 77 yuan. They used national food stamps. One catty was worth 70 cents, so they gave a total of 140 catty. There were 28 food stamps for five catty. Old Wu even insisted on giving some copper coins as a bonus, so he casually took a few coins and gave them the Yongzheng and Shunzhi Tongbao tokens.
When he passed by Sanlitun on his way back, he would go to the flea and antique markets in the semi-underground area to sell these things. After exchanging them for the same food stamps, he would only earn a few dozen yuan. He would take it that he had made a friend and helped him out after traveling a few kilometers.
After drinking a cup of tea, they headed to the village. Old Wu could sense that Qin Shi had been so nonchalant about the purchase, and he felt a little grateful. He would not let Qin Shi have a break for the next two days.
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