Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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After leaving Professor Wang Yong's laboratory, Yang Rui was still in a daze.

Although he knew that he was very strong, being poached by a professor still made Yang Rui a little excited.

This is not the same as Tang concentrated on fighting for him that day. At that time, Yang Rui was still a wild scientific research dog without an owner, and there was no cost to take it away, and it was not burdensome for everyone to grab it.

It's different now, Yang Rui is already a scientific research dog in Tang's centralized laboratory, and has published papers in the name of Tang's concentrated laboratory, which is equivalent to winning various dog competitions.

If Wang Yong wants to win him over, he must not only provide him with experimental conditions similar to Tang's concentrated laboratory, but also pay the cost of poaching, which is equivalent to buying a famous dog with a brand name from a pet store, which will naturally increase his net worth.

In fact, under the current conditions, the cost of poaching a scientific research dog with a nameplate may be more than training an ordinary scientific research worker.

Although Yang Rui didn't intend to leave Tang's concentrated laboratory, it didn't prevent him from returning home, and he whispered to himself: This shows that we still have some competitive advantages in the field of scientific research!

Thinking about the classmates of Peking University at this time, and the many industry giants who will be born in the future, Yang Rui is full of energy, and he is even more energetic when he goes out on his bicycle.

The handsome shape with 28 bars and windbreaker brought Yang Rui a lot of attention, until he entered the Dongdan vegetable market, all the demeanor was blown away by the crowded crowd.

Dongdan Vegetable Market is located in the northwest of Dongdan Intersection of East Chang’an Avenue. The main entrance faces south. On the arc-shaped building, the English name of Dongcai Market and “eastmarket” can be clearly seen.

The vegetable market is L-shaped. Both the exterior and the interior look like European and American railway stations with high columns. The space is huge, the lighting is good, and there are wide sidewalks between the counters. It can be said that it is the highest-grade "shopping" in Beijing at this time. center".

However, no matter how good the structure is, no matter how large the space is, it is still powerless to face the huge number of Chinese people.

When Yang Rui was storing his bicycles, he already felt the full malice from the bicycle shed.

Young people 30 years later may only have heard that parking is difficult, and may imagine that it is not difficult to park a bicycle. After all, bicycles are small in size. However, in this land of China, any crowded place is not easy.

Think carefully about the train station during the Spring Festival 30 years later, or the subway or bus when going to and from get off work, and think again, if everyone in such a crowded train station, everyone in the subway and bus rides a Bicycles, and parked outside, what will happen.

Outside the Dongdan Vegetable Market at this moment, there are thousands of bicycles lined up for parking. The number is so large that it is impossible to see the edge at a glance.

Moreover, these cars are almost all similar or identical in appearance, so that there must be obvious markings in the carport,

Just can't find the car.

Yang Rui had to go a long way into the carport to grab the parking space while he left alone.

Entering the market, the flow of people is even more suffocating, like a crowded auto show or comic exhibition, but most of the smells in the air come from fresh meat and offal, not tender meat marinated in cosmetics.

"Give me a piece of pork, pork belly, fatter." Yang Rui waited in a long line before arriving at the meat counter.

Tonight, he was going to entertain the old classmates of West Fort Middle School, and it was also a routine meeting of the sharp school group. However, Beijing is no more strict than the small towns in Hedong Province. The management of bills is stricter. It took Yang Rui a lot of effort to get a batch of meat bills. A limited amount of black market meat that is being sold can be bought.

The price of black market meat is two or three times more expensive than meat tickets, and most of them are slaughtered by surrounding farmers secretly raising pigs, cattle and sheep. They are sold at customary fairs, such as the surrounding suburbs, often at irregular times.

In contrast, the supply of vegetable markets in the city is much more stable, but the per capita is very small.

The man selling meat glanced at Yang Rui, raised his knife, and said, "There is no pork belly, and there is no fat meat. Everyone wants fat meat. If the fat meat is given to you, how can others buy it?"

"Then cut this piece of meat for me." Yang Rui pointed to a fatter piece.

"It can only be cut horizontally, not vertically."

"Hey, why is there such a rule?"

"You know how to pick the good ones, but others don't know? Let you pick the good ones, and how will I sell the rest. Should I buy them or not?"

For the same reason, Yang Rui was helpless for a good reason.

Good meat is worth the price of meat. This is the result. Yang Rui didn't want to argue, so he simply said, "Give me the whole piece."

"This one weighs ten catties." The meat seller glanced at Yang Rui again.

"I want them all." Yang Rui thought to himself, at worst, store the rest in the refrigerator.

"Ticket. Money." The butcher didn't weigh it, and waited for Yang Rui to take out his things first. An ordinary person is only issued one or two catties of meat tickets a month, and although there are some who save up to buy ten catties of meat, there are very few young people.

Yang Rui stopped thinking about it, took out his pockets twice, and under the suspicious eyes of people nearby, he took out his wallet, found the meat ticket, and threw it on the case.

The butcher's cheeks twitched twice, and he threw the meat to another person beside him without saying a word. The latter, carrying a scale with one hand, rubbed the weight with the other hand, and reported the number: "Ten catties, eight taels, nine yuan and fifty cents."

Yang Rui counted ten yuan and 11 catties of meat tickets, took the change, and squeezed out of the crowded crowd, already sweating profusely, and didn't even have the slightest desire to shop in his heart.

After a two-minute break, Yang Rui rejoined a new team without hesitation, and then listened to the frequent quarrels next to him as drama to pass the time.

Like the vegetable market in later generations, the good thing that all vegetable vendors are waiting for consumers to come to their door did not exist in 1984. In fact, these vegetable farm workers with Beijing household registration and official national jobs treat customers with a dedication attitude. Therefore, when customers do not understand their dedication, they often get angry and cause quarrels.

Customers who buy vegetables are actually used to quarreling. The so-called crying children have milk to drink. If you don’t make noise, you can take whatever they give you. The hard-earned money and savings tickets are wasted. Only those who can make noise can spend less income, manage a table of rich meals,

Yang Rui doesn't cook on weekdays, and he seldom comes to the vegetable market, so he can only follow the crowd.

It took another half an hour to buy hairtail and large yellow croaker, and Yang Rui was finally satisfied.

In China in the 1980s, the seafood on the market was basically wild, and wild hairtail was not uncommon in the future market, and in terms of price, the hairtail in the 1980s could not be said to be cheap. But the big yellow croaker is very outstanding.

By the end of the 1990s, domestic wild large yellow croakers were rare. As for 30 years later, large yellow croakers raised in cages could be sold as wild ones. The above ones will sell for 3,000 yuan per catty, and it is only because of 10,000 yuan for a large yellow croaker that the leaders can easily hold a banquet for 100,000 yuan a meal.

In the Dongdan Vegetable Market in 1984, large yellow croakers weighing one or two catties could be seen everywhere, and occasionally fresh yellow croakers weighing four catties could be seen.

Of course, for such a good fish, the market staff will spend a few cents on their own and take it home to eat.

However, Yang Rui felt that wild large yellow croakers weighing two to three catties would be very good, but he did not strongly pursue "big" fish.

He bought four fish in one go, only to feel that the time spent queuing up was not wasted.

"The frozen chicken is over, the frozen chicken is over!" the staff shouted at a long and winding line.

The originally orderly team suddenly became chaotic.

A woman came up and asked, "Is there any frozen chicken tomorrow?"

"This week's ones are sold out, come and line up early next week."

"Why is there no more?" The woman's voice suddenly changed.

"No, no more!" The staff waved their hands. Frozen chicken is different from pork and so on. Meat tickets are not required, but they are also rationed, and there are long queues every day.

This is also a preferential treatment only available in the capital. People from other places, even if they want to line up, there is no place for them to line up.

Half a catty, one catty or two catties of pork per person per month is naturally not enough to eat. Frozen chicken is a good thing for many people to supplement protein, but it is not easy to buy.

The expression of the woman who ran forward changed quickly, from anger to worry in a few seconds, and then to sadness.

Then, she silently lowered her head, wiped her eyes, and tightly squeezed the cloth bag.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Everyone in the market knows what's going on, and most of them have even experienced it. There is no meat ticket, no frozen chicken, which means that the children in the family have no meat to eat, maybe not only this week, there may not be any meat in the queue last week, last week, as for next week, whether next week or not Can be ranked, no one can tell.

Yang Rui lowered his head to look at his bag, suddenly felt something, pulled out a large piece of pork, and borrowed a knife from the vegetable market, put the next piece sideways, weighing about two or three catties, and handed it to the woman with bowed head, saying: "You If you don't mind, I bought some more meat today, you don't need to give me a meat ticket, I'll give you some..."

The woman was startled, shook her head again and again, and said, "No need, it's not easy for anyone, little brother, you can take it home yourself, such good meat, you can't finish it, make some meat oil, usually stir-fried vegetables are very fragrant, your family Everyone is waiting..."

"There are only two people in my family. I planned to store them in the refrigerator and eat them slowly. I will share them with you first." Yang Rui said sincerely: "Look at the things I bought. Two people can't eat them. I just look at this piece of meat. , people refused to cut it for me, so I bought it all."

Hearing that he has a refrigerator at home, the woman hesitated, took out money from her pocket, and asked again: "Do you really want to store the refrigerator?"

"Really are."

The woman hesitated for a moment again, and said: "I don't have any meat tickets. In this case, I will write to you my work unit and phone number, and I will give you a replacement ticket next month. It must be like this, just wait a moment."

She found banknotes, wrote down the unit and phone number and handed them over to Yang Rui, then weighed the meat at the meat stall, and wrote it down on the paper. After thanking Yang Rui repeatedly, she left happily.

During the whole process, the vegetable farm staff who usually have a bad attitude were extremely cooperative. When Yang Rui was about to leave, the meat seller said softly, "If you are scolded by your wife when you go back, come to me and I will save some water for you."

Yang Rui thanked him with a smile, and his mood, which was a little bored because of queuing, improved a lot.

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