Chapter 35: Delivery to the Second Canteen
Before knocking off yesterday evening, the mine had given Master Niu an order. A high-ranking leader was coming to inspect the mine at noon today, and he had to prepare his signature dishes in advance. The leader specifically wanted to taste the Flying Dragon Soup made by Master Niu.
Over the past two days, the Ghost Market area had been restless. It was no longer just symbolic chasing and scaring away vendors; there were planned arrangements with people blocking both ends of the street to catch people. Carrying items like grain coupons was fine, but for slightly bulkier things, no one dared to sell them at all. If people came to apprehend them, there was no way to escape.
Recently, Yue Feng had been busy tending to the eagles for the team and taking apprentices up the mountain, so he only went into the city every other day. The supply of Flying Dragons could only barely meet the basic needs of the kitchen.
As the popularity of this signature dish grew, Master Niu's influence in the Second Canteen increased, but the pressure on ingredients also rose sharply, making him very anxious.
He walked all the way to the end without seeing Yue Feng's stall. Master Niu scratched his head in frustration. Important matters couldn't be delayed. If necessary, he would have to arrange for someone to go to Yue Feng's house in the village.
Just as Master Niu was feeling extremely anxious, Yue Feng's peripheral vision spotted Master Niu.
"Big Brother Niu?" Yue Feng called out softly.
Niu Fusheng suddenly looked up in the direction of the voice.
Seeing that it was indeed Niu Fusheng, Yue Feng nodded at him, pushed his bicycle, and walked towards the street entrance.
Niu Fusheng didn't shout either, just lowered his head and followed.
They walked all the way to the adjacent Mining Bureau street, where Yue Feng finally found an inconspicuous spot to stop.
"Did you bring goods today? I walked around the Ghost Market and didn't see you. I almost planned to send someone to your village to find you! A high-ranking leader from the city is coming to inspect today!"
Yue Feng lifted the sackcloth: "Don't worry about my work. There's a lot of goods today, it definitely won't delay you using them at noon!"
Niu Fusheng looked over and saw a whole basket of Flying Dragons packed tightly like corn cobs in the wicker basket, estimated to be at least fifty or sixty.
In an instant, Niu Fusheng felt surrounded by immense happiness. A clever cook cannot make a meal without ingredients. With these fresh Flying Dragons and Sand Grouse, the signature dishes for the lunch reception were absolutely guaranteed to be successful.
"So many!"
"Yeah! The newly trained eagles have successively gone up the mountain to work! Yesterday was their first day on the job, so they caught more!"
"Come with me. We don't know when the strict crackdown in the Ghost Market will be over. Starting tomorrow, you'll deliver directly to the procurement department at the back door of the coal mine canteen!"
"Alright!"
Yue Feng responded, pushed his bicycle, and followed behind Niu Fusheng, heading straight towards the Hongqi Coal Mine.
Strictly speaking, Feng City was a small county town formed with the Hongqi Coal Mine and the Qianjin Lead-Manganese Mine as its main pillar industries. Apart from basic administrative units, the vast majority of residents here worked at the mine.
The sky had just brightened, and there were almost no pedestrians on the street. Yue Feng followed Niu Fusheng and quickly arrived at the procurement department of the Second Canteen.
Pushing his bicycle to the Second Canteen, the night shift guard heard the dog barking, just glanced over, and went back to continue napping.
Niu Fusheng was an absolute big shot in the Second Canteen, holding both procurement and cooking power. He was the kind of person who had the final say on his own turf.
"This is the directional procurement introduction letter issued by our canteen for you. If someone checks, this thing will work!
But even with this, it's best not to be too ostentatious in the Ghost Market. Our mine and the people who manage the market don't get along well. Keep a low profile to avoid getting into trouble!"
Niu Fusheng handed Yue Feng an introduction letter stamped with the unit's official seal.
"Okay, I'll remember! Where should I put these wild game? I'll also have to trouble you to count them!"
"Put them in the back. There are cages here. Untie them all and put them in the cages! It was better when they were wrapped in cloth bags before. These wires have left marks on their legs!" Niu Fusheng said casually.
"Okay, I'll have my mom sew cloth covers when I get home! The cloth I used to wrap the birds was made from old socks. Now that the output is up, that stuff isn't enough!" Yue Feng nodded in agreement. The golden benefactor's request was not excessive, and it was natural to satisfy what could be satisfied.
"Socks? Okay, I understand. I'll help you figure out how to get some during the day! Our logistics department distributes this stuff regularly!" Niu Fusheng took on the task of getting socks himself.
Soon, the total number of little chickens was counted.
49 Flying Dragons, 12 Sand Grouse, a total of 62.3 yuan!
"Sixty-two yuan and three mao, just give me sixty yuan even! Fill out the procurement order however it's convenient for you!" Yue Feng said readily.
"Okay! There's a long road ahead, we'll get along slowly!" Niu Fusheng took out a stack of blank procurement orders from the cabinet, quickly wrote on them with a large brush, and then tore off the copy and handed it to Yue Feng.
After the goods were counted, six "Great Unity" bills smelling of ink were handed to Yue Feng.
Out of this sixty yuan payment, after deducting the human relations from the prey Yue Feng caught himself, there were still 21 Flying Dragons and 4 Sand Grouse. The Zhang family brothers had 16 Flying Dragons and 4.5 Sand Grouse (half a Sand Grouse deducted for eagle food). The Li Family had 12 Flying Dragons and 2.5 Sand Grouse.
The Zhang family brothers' total sales were 20.75 yuan, and the Li Family's total sales were 14.95 yuan. Yue Feng, as the one providing the eagles and selling the goods, took two-thirds of it.
Yue Feng didn't plan to split the rounded-down money with the other two families. After this calculation, out of the sixty yuan today, Yue Feng himself would get forty-eight yuan and two mao two.
At this rate of earning money, it wouldn't take many days to save enough money to buy a bicycle.
Getting into the city early every day, having a bicycle could greatly save travel time and physical strength. It was currently the highest priority.
As for the shotgun and the Dog Gang, they would have to be put aside for now, because in Yue Feng's memory, Li Shu bought Old Chen Pao's No. 16 hanging pipe after it snowed in winter, so there was still enough time to earn money.
Originally, Yue Feng planned to sell the little chickens in the city today and then buy some supplies in the Ghost Market to improve everyone's meals at home. Now, however, no one was selling rice, flour, grain, and oil in the Ghost Market. He could only wait for the Supply and Marketing Cooperative to open and temporarily use the grain coupons from home.
After leaving the Second Canteen of the Hongqi Coal Mine, Yue Feng waited for a while at the entrance of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative. After it opened, he went in and made a large purchase.
Fifty jin of white flour, fifty jin of corn flour, ten jin of soybean oil, and ten jin of pork belly.
A total of over a hundred jin of hard-core supplies, added together, only cost a little over thirty yuan.
The meeting yesterday evening about starting to cook breakfast at home from now on was not an empty promise. These one hundred jin of grain, plus oil and meat, were enough to eat for a while. Constantly wandering in the mountains, it wouldn't do to have no oil in your stomach, otherwise problems would definitely arise over time.
With the help of the sales assistant, Yue Feng moved the rice, flour, and other supplies into the basket on the back seat, then rode his bicycle all the way home!
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