Luo Yong is 27 years old this year. Two years ago, when he was 25 years old, he suddenly had a high fever and almost lost his life. Later, the high fever subsided, and he found that he had a space for his body. As long as he focused his energy on the red mole in the palm of his left hand, he could open the space.

When he was a child, Grandma Luo asked someone to do his fortune to Luo Yong, and he calculated it several times. For the red mole on his palm, fortune tellers all said it was a good mole, but who could have expected that it was actually a portable space.

Since I got this portable space, Luo Yong has been free and has never done that job anymore. He just ran around from all over the world. He went to the northern countryside, collected some farm products, and then went to a street stall in the southern big cities. If the price doubled, he would be rushing to ask for it. It is said that it is cheap, not only cheap, but the things are fresh and the taste is good.

Luo Yong now has a fixed customer base, and he never has to shout to sell things. Last fall, he prepared a batch of beef and mutton from the northwest. He spent a lot of money. He was worried that it would not be so easy to sell, but what happened? In just two or three days, the beef and mutton that had been filled with half of the space was sold out. There was a person who knew the goods and even carried dozens of pounds or dozens of pounds at home. Luo Yong really made a lot of money.

As the sales opened, Luo Yong has become more and more casual in purchasing farm products. He can earn everything, and as long as the price is right, it can be passed.

Not only did he make money from the north to the south, but he was not empty in the space from the south to the north. There were many factories in the south, and there were a little factory orders and other things, so he got them to those small villages and towns with less developed transportation in the north, and he would definitely make a profit without losing money.

Last time, when he was in the graduation season, Luo Yong ran to a university town in a city in the south where he was at that time, and collected a lot of second-hand items and old books. Second-hand items were cheap. After two episodes in the north, they basically sold almost the same.

Small appliances such as desk lamps, electric fans, and fans are the best to sell. The quilts are not very good, and old books are not very popular. Luo Yong is reluctant to sell them to waste purchase stations. He thought about it and planned to open a second-hand bookstore and hire a few more reliable employees at that time. If he approaches the school, he can still recruit some student workers, and there is no need for a particularly good storefront. Don’t put in too many books. You should not lose money. When the graduation season comes, you can still help collect some second-hand books. When the supply of goods stabilizes, you can also open a fruit supermarket. Speaking of which, setting up a stall is not a long-term solution. He depends on himself to receive and sell goods. If he doesn’t have to say it, it is not economical.

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In 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 received the news gathered here in groups of three or five.

"Little Luo, how much does it cost to collect potatoes here?" A fellow villager here carried a load of potatoes.

"80 cents." Eight cents per pound is the market price, and those who buy it at home may not be willing to pay 80 cents. Especially in remote mountainous areas like this, Luo Yong doesn't care. This time he mainly comes for mutton, and other things are just to collect some at the same time.

"I'm a good potato grown from farm fertilizer. A few days ago, we came to our house and had a lot of praise for eating. When we left, we carried more than ten kilograms of potatoes." The potato seller was not in a hurry, and put the load on the side of the small truck of Luo Yong, and talked to him with a shoulder pole.

The northerners are very enthusiastic and able to talk, and Luo Yong is not the first time they come here. The young man is very happy. The villagers in this area have a good impression of him.

"In another month, you will have heavy snow to block the mountain. Can the guests in the city come in?" Luo Yong said with a smile.

The villagers mentioned the city’s guests refer to tourists. The local government here has also made a lot of efforts in developing the tourism industry, but the location is too biased, the transportation is not developed, and self-driving tours are still successful, so the backpackers are not suitable, so the passenger flow is also very limited.

This mountain road is winding and it takes more than three hours to get from their village to the town. The fare is twenty or thirty. Few villagers don’t feel sorry for the fare. If they can have a motorcycle at home, they will be a little better. Otherwise, they will not be enough to sell food in the town.

So those who receive and sell goods like Luo Yong are particularly popular. Just now, when he was in the village in front, someone called his relatives and friends here. As soon as he entered the village, a few of them were fast-footed and waiting for him on the roadside at the entrance of the village.

"Yeah, it's all coming very quickly."

"What's your bag in Lao Liu?"

"Tender corn on the cob, let me show you a few of them first. He wants to say it is appropriate and I will go back and break the corn."

"It's time now, and only your family still has tender corn."

"There are not much left, they are all sold clean. In a few days, when the weather is cold, the farmhouse in our village will have no business."

“There is not much business without snow.”

"That's better than nothing. It's better to have two or three thousand yuan all year round."

"Our village is too remote."

Several villagers chatted over there, and Luo took the corn cob handed over by the fellow villager, peeled the leaves and ate it, which was sweet.

"It's great, how much do you plan to sell for each pound?" Luo Yong asked him.

"There are only 180 left. If you want it, you will sell it for one dollar and one pound." said the fellow villager.

"After, I'll need another 100 kilograms of dry corn cobs." When Luo Yong set up a stall in the south, an old customer always told him that if he could get the cobs of this kind of corn cobs left by farmers, he would give her some.

The old lady also told him that the corn grits and cornmeal sold on the market are made of feed corn, which is not the same as what they ate in the village when they were young.

Whenever Luo Yong saw corn in the breakfast shop, he remembered the feed corn that the old lady told him...

"Then you'll finish your work here later. Drive to my house. This road passes by, and the first yard is." There are a lot of things, so you have to run at least twice with a basket and shoulder pole.

"Okay." Luo Yong said cheerfully.

As they talked here, there were more and more people watching the goods there. Their village was in the five markets and had three markets every month, but the goods coming to the market were just the ones coming and going, which were not as fresh and diverse as those things Luo Yong were, and the prices were cheaper.

"How much does this wok cost?"

“Seventy-five.”

"Is it cheaper?"

"This is stainless steel, auntie, it's from good steel. It's so affordable for 75 yuan. It can be used in induction stoves. If I hadn't just caught up with a batch of factory orders, how could I get this price? There weren't a few bites in total, so I would have sold one bite less."

“Seventy-seventy.”

"Not ~"

"How much does this hairpin cost?"

"One dollar, there are prices on it."

"Boss, collect some money."

"Okay."

“…”

"Yeah, you still sell mobile phones here."

"I collected some of them from those graduates last time, and forgot to sell them in the box. I have tried it and can use them all. I can choose what I want."

"Does there any computer?"

"How many laptops are there, do you want to buy?"

"My child said he wanted a computer, so you can take it out and show it to me."

“…”

"Little Ronaldo, how do you sell this blanket?"

"Twenty dollars, you can choose any choice."

“…”

After a busy hour of work, the village was almost done in business. Before leaving, I went to Lao Liu's house and loaded the corn into the truck. Then Lao Liu forced a few sweet potatoes he had grown.

Lao Liu kept telling him how sweet, glutinous and delicious his sweet potatoes were. Luo Yong knew that he was selling them, and guessed that he couldn't fit too much space, so he only had dozens of kilograms.

The car was driving on the winding winding highway. At about four o'clock in the afternoon, I passed by here for about two hours, and then I went to the village of Lao Li's family where he negotiated to buy mutton with others.

Not long after driving forward, it started to darken, and it started drizzling again. As he drove, the car broke down again. Luo Yong got out of the car and looked at it. He didn't know what was wrong. He took out his cell phone and wanted to call Lao Li, and called him to come over to pick up the motorcycle, but he saw that there was no signal.

Helplessly, Luo Yong had to put all the goods in the car into the space, locked the car door, and walked to Lao Li's house.

While walking, he was thinking in his heart that he would call for a repairman tomorrow. When everyone saw that his car was empty, they would probably think that it had been stolen and would not think too much. After the car was repaired, he would collect the mutton from Lao Li's house, then head straight to the city, take a plane back to the south, and leave this batch of goods, and go to the southwest before December.

The mountain road is winding, and the mountain wind is wrapped in the rain, with a burst of coolness. The sky is getting darker and darker. The man on the road is getting farther and farther away, slowly turning into a blurred figure. The figure is getting farther and farther away, gradually integrating into this mountain wind and rain, disappearing...

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In a village not far ahead, Lao Li made several calls this night, but he still couldn't get through. The person who agreed to come to collect the mutton had not arrived for a long time. Before the person arrived, his sheep were afraid to slaughter, so he was worried that the business would have accidents.

While he was worried about the business, he was worried about whether the other party had a car accident. The next morning, he called a few villagers and searched along the road.
Chapter completed!