Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

Chapter 8 Planting Corn and Pumpkin

After leaving Courtyard No. 9, Wang Feng went to the Pigeon Market and saw people selling pumpkins and corn. Without saying a word, Wang Feng bought them all.

There were only two pumpkins, weighing about forty pounds, and only a little over four pounds of corn.

After finding a deserted alley, I put the pumpkin and corn into my spatial storage, took out the pumpkin and corn seeds, and planted them.

The seeds from two large pumpkins were planted on two acres of land, and more than four kilograms of corn were planted on one acre. As for the sweet potatoes, they have already sprouted, and it is estimated that in another day, a large number of sweet potato vines will be ready to be planted.

With nothing to do in the afternoon, Wang Feng decided to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a fishing rod and go sea fishing in Shichahai to see if it was as magical as described in novels, where a transmigrator would inevitably encounter a big shot while fishing.

I spent 1.6 yuan on a fishing rod, a fish basket, and a bucket, spending a total of 2.8 yuan, and then rode my bicycle to Shichahai.

After taking a stroll around Shichahai, I didn't see any big shots with guards, but I did see Yan Fugui.

Without saying hello to Yan Fugui, he dug up more than a dozen earthworms on the ground, found an open space, and cast the fishing rod down.

Yan Fugui also saw Wang Feng, but when he saw that Wang Feng didn't even greet him, he gave a soft "humph" and ignored him, continuing to fish.

After fishing for half an hour without the float moving at all, Wang Feng was getting impatient.

He wasn't a fisherman to begin with; his hobby was reading novels. After fishing for so long without any catch, he was ready to give up.

"How about we try the Water of Life?"

Everyone says that if you use spiritual spring water as bait, you'll catch hundreds of catties of fish every day, otherwise you're slapping the transmigrator in the face.

Without hesitation, he probed the space with his mind and found that there was less than half a pound of the Water of Life. He took out about five qian (approximately 15 grams) and stirred the earthworms in it.

With the bait changed, Wang Feng was full of confidence. His Water of Life was definitely better than the Spirit Spring Water, right?

Unfortunately, another half hour passed, and the float still didn't budge.

Wang Feng had changed his bait more than ten times in the past half hour, but no fish had taken the bait. He sighed helplessly.

It seems the plots in novels are all lies; I didn't meet any big shots, and my fishing attempt ended in failure.

"Grab the bucket and run away."

He didn't want to sit there all afternoon if he couldn't catch anything.

He had originally planned to fill the space with water so he could keep fish there in the future, but with so many people around, he had to give up.

On the way back, I saw a large bluefish in Yan Fugui's bucket, weighing about five or six pounds. There were also a few small fish in the bucket, the smallest of which was only two ounces and the largest was about six or seven ounces.

Everyone says that Yan Lao Kou can only catch small dried fish at most, so how come he's become such a good fisherman now?

When Yan Fugui saw Wang Feng staring at the fish in his bucket, he lightly scoffed and turned his head away.

Just as Wang Feng was about to leave, he saw Zhang Dali from the Third Purchasing Department walking towards him.

Zhang Dali handed over a Daqianmen cigarette and said with a smile, "Wang Feng, you're fishing too? How's it going? Did you catch anything?"

Wang Feng took the cigarette, shook his head and laughed, "Hehe, no, Dali, you've come to Shichahai to buy fish?"

Zhang Dali smiled wryly: "The tasks are getting harder and harder to complete, especially the meat. Even Pigeon Market hasn't had any meat for days. I can only try my luck in Shichahai. Alright, I'll talk to you now. I'll buy this old man's fish first."

"Okay, you go ahead and get busy."

Zhang Dali nodded slightly, walked up to Yan Fugui, and asked, "Grandpa, are you selling these fish? I'm a purchasing agent from a steel mill. Selling to me isn't considered speculation. How about I give you the highest market price of 6 cents per pound?"

"No problem, but you have to take these little fish in my bucket too, then I'll sell them."

It has to be said that Yan Fugui is a shrewd businessman. These small fish, weighing less than a pound, are basically unsellable. Even if they were sold, they would only fetch two or three cents a pound at most. Does he think the purchasing agents are stupid?

really.

Zhang Dali shook his head and refused: "Sir, you're putting me in a difficult position. I can't explain myself if I buy these small fish. How about this, I'll take this fish that weighs about six ounces and make soup myself. Is that alright?"

"Alright then."

Zhang Dali weighed it and said, "Grandpa, it weighs 6.8 jin in total, here's 4.08 yuan for you."

After handing the money to Yan Fugui, Zhang Dali pulled Wang Feng to a secluded spot and said:

"Wang Feng, do you know? The meat processing plant can only supply our factory with 2,000 catties of meat each month. Deputy Director Li said yesterday that whoever in our Purchasing Section 3 can get 1,000 catties of meat within a month and guarantee at least 200 catties of meat each month will be promoted directly to deputy section chief."

Wang Feng's eyes widened: "A thousand catties of meat? Who could do that?"

Zhang Dali exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Exactly. Anyway, everyone in our third department just treats it as a joke. After completing the task, isn't it better to drink tea and smoke in the office, and go home to spend time with your wife?"

"But I think you have a chance. Your dad, Wang Defa, used to be able to get several hundred catties of wild boar meat every month. If you can get your dad's old connections and work hard, you might still have hope."

After chatting with Zhang Dali for a while, Wang Feng left.

A thousand catties of pork is not a problem. Once he drinks a few catties of the Water of Life and reaches the strength of a thousand catties, we will prepare to go to the deep mountains.

With the strength of a thousand jin, he refused to believe he couldn't defeat a wild boar. This water of life could improve one's physique in every way, boosting both speed and defense to terrifying levels.

If the Water of Life is upgraded and its strength reaches two thousand catties, ordinary bullets hitting him will probably only tickle him.

Getting promoted is very simple. Even if he doesn't bring out any meat this time, once his space is richer in species, he can bring out some more, and Li Huaide will still promote him.

These days, the benefits of promotion and salary increases are still significant. At least if you can eat meat every day, no one will say you can't afford it or that you're engaging in speculation or profiteering.

With this in mind, Wang Feng had an idea. He decided to go to the mountains a week later. Even if he didn't sell the wild game he hunted to the steel mill, it would still enrich the species in the space.

After wandering around for a while, it got dark, and Wang Feng returned to the compound.

Upon entering the compound, Yan Fugui remained at the gate as usual. Wang Feng did not greet Yan Fugui before walking in. However, after walking less than ten meters, he heard Yan Fugui's soft humming.

When they arrived at the courtyard, Mr. Li and his team were no longer there; only a large pile of building materials remained outside the gate.

"Wang Feng, you're back! Come on, I've finished cooking, come over and let's have a drink."

Wang Feng parked his bicycle, and Xu Damao came looking for him, probably having been waiting for him for a while.

"Hehe, let's go, today I'll try Brother Da Mao's cooking."