After dealing with the matter in the physics laboratory, Yang Rui went home. The smell of the New Year everywhere was everywhere, and there was an indescribable warmth. He was singing big shows everywhere, and the sound of suona, gongs and drums could be heard everywhere. The unique and indescribable Kunqu Opera emphasized that the cheers of the audience were very lively, making him who were not a fan of the opera and wanted to go in and experience the taste of watching the opera.

After all, Yang Rui could not bear the loneliness and entered a teahouse called Jinghualou on the main road. The teahouse was quite large and had a long and narrow patio inside. Tea guests on each floor could sit by the window and look at the stage in the patio. Yang Rui sat down on the two floors under the guidance of the waiter, and ordered a pot of tea and some food to start watching the show. The flags were waving, the gongs and drums were loud, and there was a soft and indescribable Jiangnan accent. Whenever the singing was exciting, the spectators on these floors would say loudly: "Okay, okay." What a leisurely and interesting day. No wonder so many people miss such a life.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Yang Rui didn't think about how to celebrate the first New Year in another world. The teachers and students of the school went home. Except for Mrs. Huang's family, the other tenants also went home for the New Year. Fortunately, Mrs. Huang's family was still there, otherwise Yang Rui would be very nervous to live in that building alone, especially in the middle of the night, if someone went up the large stairs and walked along the stairs, it was very harsh, which made him dare not turn off the oil lamp at night, because it was so dark that he couldn't see his five fingers when he was turned off. This era was not light pollution, and when the lamp was turned off at night, he couldn't see things clearly, so he bought a lot of oil. Fortunately, the oil was not expensive, otherwise it would be troublesome.

I went back after having dinner in the teahouse in the evening. When I entered the yard, the stray dog ​​pounced on me. Now the dog could not see any stray dog, and his whole body was clean. Because the concession was beating dogs now, Yang Rui had to work with Mrs. Huang to bring it into the yard. Mrs. Huang was a little afraid of dog biting people at first, but after a few days of contact, she found that the dog was still very well-behaved and fell in love with it. Mrs. Xu's daughter was even more amazing. She played with dogs every day, and her mother couldn't stop her from beating her, so she had to let her go. Usually, Yang Rui remembered to feed the dogs by herself. If she was not here or if she was busy, she would feed her - Yang Rui asked the restaurant at the entrance of the alley to get some leftovers and bones to the yard every day. It seemed that she could only celebrate the New Year with you, Yang Rui touched Mahua and said.

After climbing for a while at night, he stopped working, and then took the laptop and lay on the bed to watch movies. Usually, he didn't watch movies. He was afraid that it would affect the life of the laptop. He usually turned off the computer for four hours to rest. This day, he made an exception because of the Chinese New Year. When he was sleeping until midnight, Yang Rui was awakened by a sound of "Yeah...Yiku...Lin Daddy...Ahh...". He woke up in a daze. He automatically broadcasted the laptop after a beautiful film. I don't know why he broadcasted the A-movie that I had previously dropped. Yang Rui was shocked and hurriedly reached out to shut it down. Who knew... Who knew that with a "bang", he pushed the laptop out of bed with too much force. The "Yeah...Ahhh..." sound did not ring immediately.

Yang Rui suddenly lost all sleepiness. He beat the bed hard, turned around and lay flat on the bed for half a day without moving. After a while, he got up and picked up the computer from the ground, turned on and turned on. There was no movement. Then the power cord was plugged in and the display light was on. Yang Rui said thank you in his heart, and immediately deleted all the Japanese movies to save harm to himself. After finishing, it was already past three o'clock when he looked at the desktop, so he put on his clothes and continued to climb into the grid. The laptop only lasted for ten years. Although he had only bought it for half a year and was a commercial machine, he could not fully guarantee it. He still had to speed up the output of the files inside.

Yang Rui dared not to let others know about the notebook. He didn't want to kill someone to silence him or be silenced. The best way is to find someone to copy and read by himself, and it must be through the curtain. In this way, you must find someone who writes very quickly. Yang Rui knew that there was a shorthand thing in later generations, but it was not here. It seems that he still had to go to newspapers to find someone. Now he can only write 20,000 to 30,000 words every day. It's too little. If he reads, he can at least 70,000 to 80,000. Another day, he has to do an experiment. If he reads one person, he can copy it. If he can see if it is better, the other things that are not very critical are to take notes, especially those time travel novels that were downloaded before, there are still many records of technology and history. These have to be searched for them to find. In short, the A-slot incident made him make a decision, which is to get the information out as soon as possible, which is the primary issue now.

As he was chasing, he felt sleepy again and went to bed without taking off his clothes. When he woke up again, it was already past nine o'clock. After washing up, he went downstairs and found that there were a few more people in the yard. Mrs. Huang was holding a boy of four or five years old and talking. Yang Rui greeted her. Mrs. Huang said this was my son, who had just sent it from her hometown. Yang Rui praised a few words and teased the child with a smile. But the child was afraid of having sex, so he hid behind his mother. He liked the dog very much and kept pulling its tail. Yang Rui knew that he was not a person who liked the child. The adult with a rigid face was rarely liked by others and did not care.

The crowds on the streets on New Year's Eve were significantly reduced. Many merchants had their doors closed, with only small doors open. The children were all new clothes and hats, and they were playing and playing in groups. Yang Rui walked directly to the riverside. It was actually very close to the riverside from Juerdian Road to the riverside. He walked south along the river bank and entered the French Concession. There was a dock area here, because the coolies in the past during the New Year were gone. He saw that the concession was already out of the concession, so he stopped. Now that he was in this way, if he was in trouble with the officers and soldiers, he would not think about the New Year. While he was turning around, he suddenly saw a sign of a fruit shop by the river. He was curious and prepared to go over and take a look. The earliest Shiliupu fruit wholesale market in Shanghai was here. This market was demolished until the World Expo. The Shanghai tycoon Boss Du came out here, but Boss Du was a great man from the Republic of China. Now it was the late Qing Dynasty but I don't know where he was.

On this side of Linjiang is a row of warehouses, all with signs of fruit shops. Some Tongkang Fruit Shop, Tongfu Fruit Shop, and Jiangbei Fruit Shop. The large shed in front of each house is filled with bamboo baskets or wooden boxes of fruits. Yang Rui felt very friendly when he smelled this air with rotten fruit smell. Later generations also tasted the same when he went to the fruit wholesale market. Because there was no one in the New Year market, he had to walk north along the small road in the market, ready to leave the market and then turn back to the main street, but walk halfway to the middle.

But suddenly there was a bad feeling in his heart. Yang Rui suddenly raised his heart and wanted to walk back. At this time, someone shouted, and then a black shadow flew over from the air. Yang Rui was already feeling distressed, and when he saw that he suddenly ran out to pack things, he immediately retreated. Who knew that before he could retreat quickly, the black shadow dispersed, and then a piece of clothing fell on his shoulders and fell on the mud. Yang Rui looked carefully and found that what was thrown over was a bunch. The bunch in the air dispersed, and the clothes inside fell all over the ground.

"Ce'er, Dan's slut, Dan's slut, Dan's slut into the foreigners' phonets, let Dan's slut have money, go out! Go out!" As the clothes in the bag fell, a woman's Shanghai country cursed out, and then a young man was pushed out by two friends. Yang Rui was frightened by the bag just now, and didn't want to cause trouble at all. Just as he wanted to avoid it, the two guys went back after they pushed it out, and even took a straw to block the path to the store. The young man dressed up in a long garment, shook his head and sighed, and then squatted down to pick up the clothes. Seeing that the guy had all gone back, Yang Rui picked up the clothes that landed at his feet and took them over. The man took it and bowed to thank him. Seeing that the man looked clear, he couldn't help but ask more: "What's the matter with these brothers?"

After hearing this, the man moved his lips but didn't say anything. He just sighed and said for a while: "I sold goods in this fruit store. After the goods were sold, I refused to pay the money. I said I owe it first, and then I said the account had been cleared." The dialect he spoke in Zhejiang, Yang Rui and Zhejiang people were mixed with people from Zhejiang every day, and he still understood this. After hearing this, he nodded. It was normal for the fruit store to owe money, but it was rare to say that he had no debts. It was probably because the boss saw that he was weak and he relied on it. Yang Rui and this fruit dealer named Zhang Hanting walked together. At noon, the two of them casually found a restaurant for dinner. Of course, the meal was invited by Yang Rui, and Zhang Hanting was penniless.

Zhang Hanting is from Taizhou, Zhejiang, and the specific ones should be from Huangyan. Yang Rui knew as soon as he heard the place, and he had a lot of thoughts in his heart. Huangyan tangerines had a long history. Japanese tangerines were passed down from Huangyan during the Sui Dynasty. Although in later generations, the strong demand for fruits and the warming climate caused tangerines to be planted everywhere. The name of Huangyan tangerines is rarely heard, but before the Republic of China, Huangyan was still the area where the truly high-quality and large-scale citrus planting was still Huangyan.

The story is very old-fashioned. Zhang Hanting read some books and went to a new school in a foreign church. He had more than 100 acres of land at home, and half of the paddy fields were planted in rice, and other dry lands were planted in citrus. This year, the tangerines were harvested, so the oranges at home could not be sold. Only half were sold in the early days, and no one wanted them later. When he was studying, he saw that the tangerines at home could not be sold, so he brought all the tangerines that his relatives had not sold to Shanghai to buy. At that time, he was looking for this fruit shop in the north and south. Later, after paying some money, the rest was dragged and refused to give. He said: "I came here to pay for the account this time. I originally wanted to go back for the New Year, but now I haven't gotten the money, so I brought no money left. If I hadn't known my brother, I would..."

After listening to the scene, Yang Rui knew what was going on. The fruit store should have done something on the account, so he dared to say that he had no money in this way, and he would not be able to get it. He could not say it directly, so he had to let him have a meal first, settle down after eating. He looked at his clothes, shoes and hats, and he didn't look like a farmer. It seemed that his family was still well off, so he didn't know why he came out to do this.

After dinner, Yang Rui took him to Zhangji Inn on Baoshan Street where he lived last time. When he returned to this shopkeeper, he still remembered him. He was very happy to see him bringing people to live. The money for the New Year was auspicious for him. He arranged his residence quickly, but the two of them went up immediately. They sat in the store and drank the tea made by the shopkeeper and talked about the situation of Huangyan tangerines. He couldn't tell the total yield of citrus in Huangyan, but each family planted it in Huangyan, a few acres and a dozen acres. There are still dozens of acres like his family. Oranges are on the market every July and August. The tangerines can be put into the New Year, and few people will save them after the New Year. This year, the output is too high. The price was three more yuan and one box was earlier. Two yuan fell and two yuan later, and then one yuan was not enough.

"How much does a box weigh?" Yang Rui didn't understand how much his box was, and how many boxes were in each place were different.

"Some are larger, some are smaller, basically within 40 kilograms." Although Zhang Hanting is not a professional fruit dealer, he organized the goods he brought this year, so he still knew some of them very well.

"A box of more than 40 kilograms, if it is three yuan per box, it will be eight cents per kilogram, which is still very high." Yang Rui calculated roughly. Eight cents were only seven or eight yuan in later generations. One kilogram could be sold for seven or eight yuan, and the price is quite high.

Zhang Hanting shook his head and said, "Master Yang doesn't know. It's a lot of money, but the shipping fee, the clearance fee, and the pumping water in the store are many taxes and fees that cannot be explained clearly. In general, each box costs 700,000 yuan, so the price is low later, so it can only be left in the field and rotten." After saying that, he sighed deeply.

Yang Rui thought that the fee was too high, accounting for 20% or 30%. No wonder the price fell to one yuan later and it was no longer sold. The cost per box was 700,000 yuan, plus the cost from the field to the dock, plus labor and capital interest, selling one yuan per box was simply useless. Less than one yuan would be a loss. For the seeds, for the vendors, no one wanted to do that box less than one yuan or five yuan. It seems that the business is still difficult to do, and even those who grow citrus can't do it. Yang Rui thought of the few oranges that he still rotted in the corner of the room. Last time he saw it, it seemed that one had two seeds inside. Can he get them to Huangyan to do it? In this way, the seeds can be passed down first.

The two chatted for a while. As a fruit dealer in later generations, Yang Rui was very knowledgeable. Zhang Hanting was well-educated. He also had a juren from his ancestors. He had been studying in the Western Region for a few years, and many of his ideas were close to modern people in later generations. In Yang Rui's opinion, he seemed to be a classmate who was not well-educated. The more they talked, the more they became more and more energetic. At that moment, Yang Rui said that he was also invited Zhang Hanting to have the New Year dinner together for the New Year. Zhang Hanting happily agreed, and the two left the inn to find a place to have supper.

Mobile phone users please read.
Chapter completed!