Today is February 4, 1988, the beginning of spring.

According to local custom, spring is eaten on the day of the beginning of spring.

The so-called spring nibbling means eating spring pancakes and nibbling radishes.

"Yeah, okay." Zhao Jun responded, then smiled and said: "My uncle can handle it now. He goes up the mountain in the morning and comes back at noon?"

Hearing what Zhao Jun said, Wang Meilan also laughed and said: "Your uncle went there on a motorcycle, which is not fast."

At this time, Zhao Youcai finally couldn't bear it anymore. As he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the buns, he said to Zhao Jun: "Teach me how to ride a motorcycle tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

"Ah?" Zhao Jun was startled and looked at Zhao Youcai without saying anything.

"What's going on?" Zhao Youcai's eyes widened, and Zhao Jun frowned and said, "Dad, you can't even ride a bicycle, can you ride a motorcycle?"

Strange to say!

Zhao Youcai can easily climb mountains and ridges, and his motor skills should be fine, but he just can't ride a bicycle.

It’s not like Zhao Youcai didn’t have the opportunity to learn. When he was eating big pot, the commune had two bicycles. When he wasn’t busy, young people used the commune’s bicycles to practice, and Zhao Youcai was no exception, but he just couldn’t ride well.

"Why not?" Zhao Youcai asked, "Your uncle can ride, but I can't?"

Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan looked at each other. Wang Meilan was too lazy to pay attention to Zhao Youcai and only gave Zhao Jun a wink.

There are so many things going on at home, who has time to argue with him all the time?

After dinner, Zhao Jun helped Wang Meilan clear the table. Zhao Youcai sat on the kang in the west room, smoking and drinking tea. Wang Meilan was making buns alone in the outside room.

At this time, Zhao Youcai didn't come to help, and Wang Meilan didn't call him, because Zhao Youcai should be on duty after eight o'clock, so let him be at ease for a while now.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! While Wang Meilan was making buns, Zhao Jun took the account book and sat on the four-legged and eight-pointed stool to make a brief account report to Wang Meilan.

What Zhao Jun was telling Wang Meilan at this time was the prices of various mountain products in Hebei, so that Wang Meilan would have a better idea.

As for dividends and profits, we can wait until the eight families sit together after dinner in the evening.

After listening to Zhao Jun talk about the prices of big leather, gray leather, and yellow leaves, Wang Meilan said: "That's all for these things."

"Yeah." Zhao Jun nodded and said, "The gray skin and yellow leaves are not worth much, so what... the big skin is okay."

"Well, it's not good." Wang Meilan responded, and then Zhao Jun said: "Mom, do you remember that Shi Baofeng, you can't sell us those two white mink skins?"

"Why don't you remember? I spent so much money to collect it, why can't I remember it?" Wang Meilan said: "Son, if you don't tell me, what else does mom want to ask you? How much did those two pieces of leather cost?"

"Mom, guess what." Zhao Jun wanted to surprise Wang Meilan. Wang Meilan thought for a moment and said, "Ten thousand?"

After Wang Meilan finished speaking, she saw Zhao Jun shaking his head and guessed: "Twelve thousand?"

Zhao Jun still shook his head, but then gave the answer: "Eighteen thousand."

"Ouch." Wang Meilan had seen money before. After being surprised for a moment, she sighed: "This stuff is good, but it's just too little."

"It's not that good." Zhao Jun smiled and said, "Mom, do we have anything more valuable than this?"

"What?" Wang Meilan asked curiously, and then heard Zhao Jun say: "Golden bear bile."

"How much does that thing cost?" Wang Meilan asked, and Zhao Jun said, "Five thousand."

"That's okay." Wang Meilan thought it was five thousand for a gold bear bile. Thinking about the time when she bought a mountain to sell bear bile, the copper bile cost only four thousand a pound, and the gold bile cost less than twenty taels.

Wang Meilan was quite satisfied with selling it for five thousand.

But the next second, Zhao Jun said: "Mom, I mean one yuan and five thousand, one to two and fifty thousand."

"What?" Wang Meilan was shocked, and then there was a "ding" in the west room.
Chapter completed!