I Wore It Back After 60 Years

Chapter 60 First Entry
Although Li Xingxing has a good harvest, he has no cash.

Living in the 60s, cash and tickets still work.

That evening, she found a place to wear a short-haired headgear and hide her long braids. At the same time, she covered a sheepskin jacket with a blue cloth jacket that the old man wore before his death, painted her hands and face black, and then covered her face with a scarf, revealing only a pair of eyes, and her back. With the baskets in hand, she found the so-called black market according to a little hint given to her by the old lady during the transaction.

There are many black market locations in Wutong City, the largest being in a suburb not far from the train station.

The night was dark but not quiet.

Under the faint moonlight, you can see shadowy people.

They sneakily connected, and after a few words, they moved positions to trade, or traded when they met. After the silver and goods were sold, they quickly left the place and never came back.

Discreet as underground staff.

And some people let the wind out, a tall middle-aged man with a dry grass root in his mouth. When he saw Li Xingxing, he said hoarsely: "It's the old rule, one person is a dime, and if an inspector comes, I will follow up with you in advance. Say hello."

Li Xingxing expressed understanding, handed him a dime, and said in a rough voice, "Who is the person in charge?"

The other party was very alert, "Why are you asking this?"

Li Xingxing smiled lightly, "I have a batch of rice and white noodles that I want to sell. You can take a look at the samples I brought. If you are satisfied, ask your person in charge to come and talk to me."

Saying that, she opened the basket, took out two small cloth pockets the size of a palm, and grabbed the rice and white flour inside to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looked at it in front of him, smelled it, licked it again, and said, "You wait."

Holding rice in one hand and white flour in the other, he left in a hurry.

In a short while, he brought a short and thin middle-aged man with a slightly arched back and a stubby head, wrapped in an old sheepskin jacket, with a high nose bridge, small eyes, and a hint of light.

Such a simple dress and an ordinary appearance are not someone to be underestimated in Wutong City.

To be able to create a black market and be responsible for its management is not an ordinary person, and must have his own doorway and backing.

Seeing Li Xingxing, although he was a little surprised by the youth and thinness of the other party, he didn't say anything nonsense, "My surname is Wang, you can just call me Lao Wang. How many rice and noodles of this quality do you have?"

They basically do not accept goods from strangers, for fear of accidents, but the quality of rice noodles is so good that Lao Wang is very moved.

"Everything weighs at least a few hundred catties. It was grown by the villagers in the remote mountains. They carefully pounded the rice and ground the noodles without any impurities. They traveled more than 100 kilometers and transported them from the neighboring city." Li Xingxing was full of nonsense. Made random, "It's too risky, I don't want to sell it loose, so I want to find a good person to sell it all at once, I don't know if you can eat it."

Hearing the quantity of rice noodles, Old Wang was overjoyed, but his face remained calm, "I can eat it, how about the price?"

Li Xingxing stretched out two fingers, "three yuan a pound, but I have a request."

Looking at her dark face that blended into the night, Old Wang raised his brows, "What's your request?"

The price of three yuan per pound was much lower than he expected. After all, it sold for five or six yuan in the black market, and the supply was in short supply.

"Tickets! We villagers need money and tickets. As long as they haven't expired, any kind of tickets will do. Food stamps, cloth tickets and cotton tickets, the more the better." Li Xingxing said.

Lao Wang said without hesitation: "Food stamps are life-saving things. You must have no shortage of food. I will give you other tickets."

"Okay." Li Xingxing had food in his hand, and he didn't have much craving for food stamps. "The two of you bring the money and the votes out of the city with me, and don't let a third person follow you."

She prepared anti-wolf spray, electric stun sticks, and controlled knives at any time in her basket, so she was very courageous.

(End of this chapter)