Chapter 63: The Use of Space to Prank People

After finishing his meal, Zhang Xingwang went to the pigeon market and found the manager. He said directly:

"I hunted a big one, but I want to exchange it for some cotton and cotton cloth. If I have rare bills, I will also exchange them."

The main reason is that our family has been living in a very difficult situation in the past two years. Cotton is a scarce commodity these days, and like oil, it is both priceless and unsalable.

I vaguely remember that during the Chinese New Year last year, only my mother Wang Xiulan and my eldest sister were at home, and they only had a worn cotton coat and cotton shoes because they had to go out.

My second sister and two younger sisters don't even have a decent cotton-padded jacket, let alone cotton-padded shoes. The weather is getting colder, so it's easier to get them now. If you wait until winter comes, you'll be kidding if you ask for cotton.

After hearing this, the manager nodded in understanding and said with a smile.

"You're a smart guy, but this is a pigeon market, not a black market. And it's not about what you want, but what I have. I've been wearing my own cotton pants for seven or eight years."

"You mean you don't have this either?"

"That's not the case. You have to wait for news. If you change less, you may have to wait for ten days or eight days."

Zhang Xinwang looked at the steward, thinking that this guy was becoming more and more irresponsible. He then told him what he wanted, which was about ten servings.

The steward frowned after hearing this and asked carefully:

"That's it?"

"That's what I said, do you have more?"

"Why don't you explain it clearly? You're a big guy, and I thought they were all changed. You can just come and pick them up in two or three days."

After a long time, I found out that the price of meat has risen sharply recently. It has only been a few days since the autumn harvest, and the villagers have some food and can eat something thick, not to mention the people in the city.

People of Yi Zhonghai's class often want to eat meat. After all, people always want fine grains after having coarse grains, and want meat to fill their stomachs.

Anyway, it's the same old saying, drought kills those who die, flood kills those who die. From ancient times to now, it seems that the only people who die of hunger from not having enough to eat are farmers.

After agreeing on a price, they found a place to take out the wild boar with a missing leg, and handed it to the manager. The manager was so distressed when he saw it that he trembled when he spoke.

When she heard that Zhang Xingwang was planning to leave herself another 50 or 60 kilograms, she started to cry.

Holding Zhang Xingwang's hand, she kept saying "Leave less" and almost acted like a spoiled child. Zhang Xingwang was startled and thought it was an old glass.

I wondered for a long time. After all, he was the manager. A wild boar wouldn't do that. The manager was also a shrewd man. Seeing his disgusted expression, I started to complain.

Even though the pigeon market is so big, there are still a lot of people. You say it's okay to catch a wild chicken or a wild rabbit, but occasionally a wild sheep appears, it's like the New Year.

As for wild boars that are smaller, it's okay, but I dare not even think about catching such a big one. These days, there are militias standing guard on the road, so even if you kill one in the mountains, they can't deliver it to you.

Even if they are transported here, people have taken such a big risk and usually want to exchange them for scarce materials. Why would they come to the pigeon market? They will go straight to the black market.

There is no way, the pigeon market here is all small-scale. Basically, there is no good stuff.

But Zhang Xingwang didn't think so. For basic living, the pigeon market could satisfy his needs. There was no need to take such a big risk. He would go to the black market and hang out there. If he had to go, he would wait until there was a bigger space.

After weighing, the wild boar was missing a leg and still weighed 258 kilograms. Under the pleading gaze of the manager, Zhang Xinwang kept 40 kilograms and sold the rest to him at the price of one yuan per kilogram, for a total of 218 yuan.

In addition to cotton, he also exchanged two kilograms of oil coupons, 15 tobacco and alcohol coupons and miscellaneous commonly used bills. Finally, after thinking it over, he asked for 50 industrial coupons.

Thinking that the house would soon be spacious, I would buy a sewing machine and put it at home, and by the way, I told him that I had rice and flour for him. But the manager shook his head and said that there was not so much, and I could only try my luck with rice and flour, and wait three days to come to pick up the industrial rolls to see if I could exchange them.

After deducting these, I earned more than 160 yuan, and now I have more than 600 yuan in cash in my pocket.

Ever since he saw the big wild boar, the steward's words became more and more pleasant, and he was obviously much more respectful to him.

During this time, the third master of the pigeon market also heard the news, came over with a pipe in hand, looked at the wild boar on the ground with a smile, patted Zhang Xingwang on the shoulder, and said, "If you have any problems in the future, come to me." Then he walked away with his eight-character steps.

After returning home, Jia Dongxu came to the door shortly afterwards. Seeing that the eldest sister was not there, he did not dare to go in. He stood at the door and said, "Zhang Xingwang, the uncle is looking for you," then turned and left.

Then he went to the central courtyard and sat down in Yi Zhonghai's house.

Yi Zhonghai was also troubled by Zhang Xingwang. This guy was too good at making trouble. Not only did he rent two houses, but he also wanted to buy the house of the deaf old lady. After dinner, he had to listen to the deaf old lady's nagging for half an hour. After he pondered for a while, he said:

"Zhang Xingwang, the uncle asked you to come over because of the deaf old lady's house."

"Uncle, I talked to the deaf old lady about the house, but she didn't agree. There's nothing more to say."

Yi Zhonghai was also very angry after hearing this, but he didn't say anything. Anyway, the deaf old lady did not agree, so he changed his expression and said:

"Last time at the meeting in the courtyard, you promised to bring a bowl of delicious food to the old lady. You didn't even say anything about bringing meat to the old lady when your family was having meat today."

"There are so many people at home, but there's only a little meat. We'll have fish later. Can I serve a bowl to the old lady?"

After listening to this, Yi Zhonghai thought that this was good enough, and it seemed that he would need to knock more in the future. However, the old lady was indeed a little greedy, and she kept nagging about this for half an hour after dinner before leaving.

Nowadays, every household eats meat, but everyone eats it secretly. Since we are not related, it is not easy for them to give you a bowl. If it were not for my image, I would not bother to pay attention to you.

Zhang Xingwang was thinking that it was time to make Yi Zhonghai and Jia Dongxu quiet down, otherwise it would be difficult for him to do anything in the courtyard.

After Zhang Xingwang left the house, he touched his chin and thought carefully:

I'm not an expert at drugging people, and it might be discovered. When he squats in the toilet, I hit him with a stick and let him fall into the pit? The problem is that I can't be too far away, or I might have to help pull him up. It's disgusting just thinking about it.

Breaking glass is harmless and does not hurt. It can scare him, but it does not solve the problem. You can't make a hole for him to fall, and there is no explanation for the hole in the ground. There are other ways, but they take too long to prepare.

We can't use bullets, let alone whether it's necessary or not. If we use bullets or other weapons, things will be very serious. There are still enemy spies these days, and maybe the yard will become a surveillance area for the police in the future.