Siheyuan: I Actually Crossed into a Stick

Jia Terri easily found his bicycle, which is downstairs in the teaching building.

Just a few bikes.

He unlocked the lock, got on the car, ignored the surprised eyes of the students, and went straight out of the school.

The rich and strong powder harvested in the morning has not yet been sold.

So I quickly rode to the Dongmen vegetable market.

Since it was lunch time, there were very few people.

It took Jia Geng half an hour to sell out 50 catties of Fuqiang powder.

Seeing that there is still time, I took a stroll here.

Prices are the same as yesterday, not much changed.

It's a pity that there are still not many things for sale, and Jia Geng has nothing to buy.

At this time.

He found the old man who sold ginseng yesterday, so he went up to say hello, "Hello, old man!"

"Oh, it's you!"

The peasant old man was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted, "Little comrade, you are here."

"Uncle, do you have ginseng again?"

"Well. It's inconvenient to say in 747."

The old farmer put away the bag and motioned Jia Geng to come to the alley.

Jia Geng's heart moved, looking at the posture, it wouldn't be ginseng with good quality and vintage.

He wasn't too worried. The Hutong was on the side of the main road. Although there were not many people here, people could still hear them when they shouted.

"Look at it."

When he came to the hutong, the old farmer saw that the people around him were far away, and he would definitely not hear the two of them talking.

He handed Jia Teng a small bag.

"Wow!"

Jia Terri immediately took it over, opened the bag and looked at it, and was immediately surprised.

It's even bigger than the ginseng plant that was given to Xu Damao yesterday, and it was just pulled out not long ago, and it was full of dirt.

An adult's palm is so long and three fingers are so thick.

It looks like a radish, but Jia Geng knows it's not a radish.

Looking at this large ginseng, the roots are very lush, the outer skin is brownish yellow, the longitudinal wrinkles are obvious, and the skin has sesame spots.

This knowledge is also learned from Zhang Shen's medical books on food and medicine.

This is indeed real ginseng, and it must be much more expensive than the ginseng he bought before.

"Old man, how much does this cost?"

"This one is more expensive, what about your family?" The old farmer saw his expression and knew that regardless of his young age, he probably knew the goods.It's just that the price of this ginseng is really high, and it's not an amount that a child can afford.

"You tell me the price, I have money in my pocket, don't worry."

Jia Teng said with a smile, he is bound to win this ginseng. .

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"This ginseng is really expensive, little comrade!"

How can the old farmer believe that a child can afford it and spend so much money.

I just want to trade with the elders of this child.

"Hey, is that enough?"

Jia Geng knew what the old man on the opposite side said, and immediately took out 10 10-yuan bills from his pocket.

"You, you really have so much money!"

The old peasant looked at the banknotes in the hands of the child, with black statues of workers and peasants, how could he not recognize that it was 10 yuan, and there was a small stack in his hand.

"After I bought it last time, my family trusted me and gave me more money to buy some more."

Jia Geng made up a lie casually, and was not afraid of being found out.

Now in this black market, he is also wearing a scarf around his face, and his clothes have also changed.

People who are not very familiar with him will definitely not recognize him all of a sudden.

"My plant costs at least 110 yuan, are you sure you want to buy it?"

The peasant old man is still a very solid person and speaks very clearly.

"It's so expensive! I only have 100 yuan in my hand!

"Also, my grandfather told me that the best ginseng is about 100 yuan.

Jia Terri pretended to hesitate for a while, so as not to be suspicious of the old man.

This price is completely acceptable to him, but if he buys it all at once, it seems that he is too strange.

After all, the price still needs to be talked about, and it is not the transaction of a few dollars yesterday.

With that said, Jia Geng counted the ten 10-yuan bills in his hand to him one by one.

"It's already very cheap."

The old farmer looked embarrassed, this is very valuable ginseng.

Although it is a lot more money than the supply and marketing cooperative, it is because the purchase price of the supply and marketing cooperative is too low.

More than ten years ago, this kind of top-quality ginseng was mostly bought by rich people, and it was more expensive than the price of their own.

It's just that the environment has changed now, and this luxury herb is controlled by the state.

"How about I take out my pocket money, a total of 108 yuan?"

Jia Geng then took out a few more banknotes and said, "That's all."

"Good good!"

The old farmer nodded immediately. This ginseng was too precious. It was dug out by a close relative of his own family. It cost more than [-] yuan more than selling it in a supply and marketing cooperative. He was very dissatisfied.

It's really not easy to sell this thing in my hands, I don't know rich people, and I'm afraid of being reported.

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I also asked a ticket dealer who resells food tickets about the TV ticket, but he also said 'go away' in a bad mood.It seems that TV tickets are really impossible to see in such a black market.

Those who can have TV tickets are all people who have status and make outstanding contributions.

You really need contacts. How can you know someone who is in a high position and has a TV ticket if you don't have a network?

It's a pity, at most, you can only know the factory manager and the like, but unfortunately you can't talk to each other.

The director of the factory is dealing with all kinds of things, how can he care about his own child.

Jia Terri could only not think about such helpless things.

After getting on the bike, I went back to Hongxing Middle School.

It's almost 2pm class time.

Put your bike away, lock it up, and pick up your pace right away.

Come to the third grade (2) class.

- Entering the class, I found that many students are casting surprised eyes.

Obviously, at noon, the fact that he was specially recruited by the school when he was only 10 years old was known to his classmates.

They all know the relationship with He Yuyu.

Jia Geng didn't care, watching the classmates smiling and nodding, he came to the desks of the two sisters.

See He Yuyu is teaching a physics subject to Haitang.

"Sister Rain, are you busy?"

"Bang terrier, where have you been, and are you back now?" He Yuyu couldn't help saying something when he saw that Jia terrier had only returned to the classroom at this time.

It has been an hour and a half since Bang Terri left the cafeteria until he came back.

Can you stop her from worrying?

"Yeah, your sister is so worried about you, she doesn't think about tea and rice. I'm worried about you."

Yu Haitang looked at Jia Geng amusingly, teased him, and then let him in.

"〃It's alright, don't worry about me. I just rode around for a while!"

Jia Geng sat between the two older sisters, then looked at Yu Haitang, and said with a smile, "Student Yu, you haven't mastered such a simple law of conservation of momentum, so you should worry about yourself."

"Ah? You, you understand..."

Yu Haitang was stunned for a moment, then thought that Jia Geng was specially recruited by the school, and he did very well in the exam papers of the 9 courses, and asked, "Since you are so good, how do you answer?

"It's simple..."

Jia Geng doesn't know what to hide. Teaching her can maintain a good relationship with the table and reduce her anxiety at school.

However, he just wanted to continue to answer, and soon the politics/politics teacher came in.

"Classmates, class has begun."

Jia Teng was stunned for a moment. It wasn't even 2 pm, and the bell hadn't rang yet.

With the explanation of the politics/politics teacher, he also understood something.

The teaching level may not match that of many teachers in later generations (Zhao Ma Zhao), but the attitude is very serious.

Seeing that the classmates still didn't understand, and didn't say anything to vent their emotions like 'You are the worst class I have taught'.

Instead, it is explained again, asking students to remember the problem-solving ideas and how to remember the main points.