Luo Yong is 27 years old this year.
Two years ago, in the summer when he was 25 years old, he suddenly had a high fever that almost killed him.
Later, the high fever subsided, and he found that he had a portable space.
As long as he put his energy Focus on the red mole on the palm of your left hand to open up this space.
Grandma Luo had Luo Yong’s fortune told several times when he was a child.
Regarding the red mole on his palm, the fortune tellers all agreed that it was a good mole, but who would have expected that this red mole would turn out to be a portable space?
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Since he got this portable space, Luo Yong's life has become more relaxed.
He no longer works at his old job and just travels all over the world.
Go to the countryside in the north to collect some farm products, and then go to a big city in the south to set up a street stall.
If the price doubles, people are rushing to get it.
They say it is cheap.
Not only is it cheap, the food is fresh and tastes good.
Luo Yong now has a regular customer base, and he never has to shout when selling things.
Last autumn, he prepared a batch of beef and mutton from Northwest China.
He spent a little too much money, and he was worried that it would not sell well.
But what happened?
Within two or three days, most of the beef and mutton that filled up half of the space was gone.
They were all sold out, and those who knew the goods carried dozens of kilograms home.
Luo Yong really made a lot of money from that sum.
With the market open, Luo Yong is becoming more and more casual in purchasing farm products, accepting anything as long as the price is right and the quality is acceptable.
Not only did he move things from the north to the south, but when he went from the south to the north, the space was also empty, including pots, pans, needles, threads, and various daily necessities.
As long as he could find a source of goods at a lower price, he could get the transportation in the north.
In less developed villages and towns, you can definitely make money without losing money.
Last time during the graduation season, Mr.
Luo went to a university town in a city in the south where he was at that time, and collected a lot of second-hand items such as face basins, buckets, quilts, old books, etc.
After two episodes in the north, the face basins and buckets were sold out.
Okay, such good plastic basins and buckets only cost two yuan each.
It’s so affordable.
The folks all like it.
Small household appliances such as desk lamps and electric fans are also very popular, and quilts are also selling well, but used books are not so popular.
Luo Yong is not willing to throw them away.
He is thinking about opening a second-hand book store.
How many people will he recruit?
A more reliable employee.
If it is close to the school, we can also recruit some student workers, and the location does not need to be special.
With a good storefront, don’t make too many investments, you probably won’t lose money.
During the graduation season, you can still help collect some second-hand goods.
When the supply of goods here stabilizes, you can also open a fruit supermarket or something like that.
Speaking of which, Setting up a stall is not a long-term solution.
He has to rely on himself to collect and sell goods, which is not only hard work, but also uneconomical.
November, a village in the north.
Luo Yong parked his pickup truck on the side of the road at the entrance of the village, and the villagers who got the news gathered here in groups.
"Ronald, how much do you charge for the potatoes here?"
A fellow here picked up a load of potatoes.
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"Eight cents."
Eighty cents per pound is the market price, and those who come to buy may not be willing to pay eight cents, especially in remote mountainous areas like this.
Luo Yong doesn't care.
He mainly comes here for the mutton this time, and other things are incidental.
Close up.
"These are good potatoes grown with farm fertilizer.
We had some guests from the city come to our house a few days ago, and everyone raved about the food.
When they left, each of them carried more than ten kilograms on his back."
The potato seller was not in a hurry.
He put his load next to Luo Yong's small truck and chatted with him while leaning on the pole.
The people in the north are very enthusiastic and talkative, and this is not the first time Luo Yong has come back to their place.
The young man is very cheerful, and the villagers in this area have a good impression of him.
"In a few months, the mountains here will be closed due to heavy snow.
Guests from the city can still come in," Luo Yong said with a smile.
The guests in the city mentioned by this fellow refer to tourists.
The local government here has also made a lot of efforts to develop tourism.
However, the location is too remote and the transportation is not developed.
Self-driving tours are still possible, but backpackers are not.
It’s not very suitable, so the passenger flow is also very limited.
This mountain road is winding and winding.
It takes more than three hours to get from their village to the town by car, and the round-trip fare is twenty or thirty.
There are few villagers who don't worry about the fare.
If they can have one at home, A motorcycle would be a little better, otherwise selling vegetables in the town would not be enough to pay the fare.
Therefore, people like Luo Yong who collect and sell goods are particularly popular.
When he was in the village just now, someone called his relatives and friends here.
Now when he entered the village, there were several legs and feet.
Hurry up and wait for him on the roadside at the end of the village.
"Hey, it came pretty fast."
"Lao Liu, what do you have in that bag?"
"Brother Luo will take a look at the tender corn cobs first.
If he says they are suitable, I will go back and break the corn."
"It's the season, and you're the only one who still has tender corn."
"There aren't many left, they've all been sold.
In a few days, when the weather gets cold, there will be no business for the farmhouses in our village."
“Without snow there’s not much business.”
"That's better than nothing.
All year round, it might as well be two to three thousand."
"The location of our village is too remote."
A few villagers over there were chatting, and here Luo Yong took the corn cob handed over by the fellow villager, peeled off the leaves and took a bite, it was sweet.
"Very good, how much do you plan to sell it for per pound?"
Luo Yong asked him.
"There are only a hundred and eighty left.
If you want them, they will cost you one yuan a pound."
The fellow said.
"Okay, I want another hundred kilograms of dried corn cobs."
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When Luo Yong was setting up a stall in the south, an old customer always told him that if he could get this kind of corn cobs left by farmers, he would give them to her.
Take it with you.
The old lady also told him that the corn crumbs and cornmeal sold on the market now are all made from feed corn, which is completely different from what they ate in the village when they were children.
As a result, every time Luo Yong sees mashed corn in the breakfast shop, he thinks of the feed corn the old lady told him.
"Then you'll finish your work here in a while.
Why don't you drive to my house?
This road is the first yard."
There are a lot of things, and I have to make at least two trips with a basket and pole.
"Okay."
Luo Yong said cheerfully.
As they were talking here, more and more people were looking at the goods over there.
There were five markets in their village, three times a month, but the goods that came to the market were just the ones that came and went.
It's not as fresh as what Luo uses, and the price is cheaper.
“How much does this wok cost?”
"Seventy-five."
“It’s cheaper” "This is stainless steel, auntie.
Seventy-five yuan is so affordable.
It can be used on induction cooktops and stoves.
There are only a few pots in total.
It costs one less to sell."
"Seventy-seven-ten."
"Nothing" "How much does this hairpin cost?"
"One dollar, there's a price tag on it."
"Boss, please collect the money."
"Okay." "" "Hey, you also sell mobile phones here."
"I collected some from the graduates last time, but I put them in a box and forgot to take them out to sell.
There are 50 functional phones and 100 smart phones.
I have tried them and they all work.
You can choose what you want."
"Do you have a computer?"
"There are several laptops, you want to buy them"
"My child said he wants a computer.
Please take it out and show it to me." "" "Ronald, how do you sell this blanket?"
"Twenty yuan, take your pick." "" After an hour of busy work, the village's business was almost done.
Before leaving, I went to Lao Liu's house again to load the corn into the truck, and then Lao Liu stuffed a few home-grown sweet potatoes into the truck.
Give it to him.
Old Liu kept telling him how sweet, glutinous and delicious his sweet potatoes were.
Luo Yong looked at the pile of big sweet potatoes at his house and ran out of Old Liu's house as if he was running away.
He drove away in his car and disappeared.
He still had to save room for the mutton.
How could he get so many sweet potatoes?
The car was driving on a winding mountain road.
It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon.
It took about two hours from here to the village of Lao Li's family where he had negotiated with someone to buy mutton.
Not long after driving forward, the sky began to darken, and light rain started falling again.
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As we drove forward, the car broke down again.
Luo Yong got out of the car and took a look, but he didn't know what was wrong.
I took out my cell phone and wanted to call Lao Li and ask him to come pick me up on his motorcycle, but there was no signal.
Helpless, Luo Yong had no choice but to load all the goods in the car into the space, lock the car door, and walk to Lao Li's house.
As he walked, he thought to himself, if he called a car repairman tomorrow, everyone would probably think it was stolen and wouldn't think much about it if they saw his car was empty.
After repairing the car, he collected the mutton from Lao Li's house, then went straight to the city, took a plane back to the south, shipped this batch of goods, and made another trip to the southwest before December.
The road in the mountains is winding and winding, and the mountain wind carries the mountain rain, bringing with it bursts of coolness.
The sky is getting darker and darker.
The man on the road walks farther and farther, and slowly turns into a blurry figure.
The figure walks closer and closer.
Far away, gradually blending into this mountain wind and rain, disappearing without a trace In a village not far ahead, Lao Li made several phone calls that night, but could not get through.
The person he agreed to collect the mutton had not arrived yet.
He was worried about this business and the other person at the same time.
If there was a car accident, I called a few villagers early the next morning and looked for it along the road.
Finally, I found Luo Yong's car about an hour's drive from their village.
The empty pickup truck was parked alone on the side of the road.
There was still some wet rainwater on the body.
It felt cold when I touched it. , and Luo Yong and his groceries seemed to disappear out of thin air, never to be seen again. gd1806102: