Chapter 21
After walking for more than an hour, Zhong Xixi finally saw the legendary black market.

It is in the middle of the town and the surrounding villages, and the location is remote, but the distance from the town and the surrounding villages to here is basically the same.

"Is this the black market?"

The black market, in a deeper sense, is a market that is not allowed to exist on the surface.

After all, it was the age of big pot meals, and private transactions and individual portals were not allowed to exist.

Although it was organized spontaneously by some people, it should not be too publicized.

But this is too simple!
It doesn't matter if it is opened in a barren grassland, there must be at least a few sheds, right?In case it rains and the big guys can't run fast with their things, there is more or less a place to shelter from the rain.

But in the black market in front of him, there is a road that is a few people wide in the wild grass.

Some people carry a lot of things, and they carry their burdens and find a relatively flat place to buy them on the spot. Shuttle back and forth among the crowd, looking for their target.

"Brother, how do you change this egg?"

"Sister, did you catch this fish yourself? How much is a fish?"

"Auntie, did you buy the soles yourself? The craftsmanship is too good, how do you change them? Do you use tickets for money or things?"

"..."

Since he didn't know how prices were set on the black market, and was afraid that his price would be too high or too low, Zhong Xixi, with a mature appearance, made a rough idea of ​​the prices on the black market.

While Zhong Xixi was calculating the price in his mind, he opened the bag containing the noodles and leaked out the white noodles inside.

"Oh, little girl, your white noodles look good!"

As soon as the face was exposed, someone came over with a smile and asked, "How do you change the face?"

"How much does Auntie want?"

There are a few face-changing companies on the black market, but the quality doesn't seem to be good.

After several observations and comparisons, Zhong Xixi had the answer in his heart, and stretched out four fingers unhurriedly, "Two catties of white flour can be exchanged for a foot of cloth ticket, or thirty cents per catty of white flour."

"Why are you so expensive?"

"My noodles are fine, auntie. There are other noodles on the street, but the quality is different, and the price is naturally expensive."

"Six, seven, eight..."

Several kinds of tickets add up to only eight feet of cloth tickets, which can make two clothes.

The sun was already at the top of the head, and people's faces and bodies were burning hot under the sun. Zhong Xixi wandered around the black market with a basket for two hours, and almost secretly added some from the space to sell it, only to get back eight feet. cloth tickets.

At this rate of development, when will she and her brother be able to sleep on the quilt and cover the quilt?
Let alone new clothes.

Zhong Mumu's trousers were shortened by a large amount. It's still summer, but it will be autumn in less than half a month. What if the child gets sick again?
"Ugh……"

Looking up to the sky and sighing, Zhong Xixi picked up the basket that weighed more than half, and decided to try his luck again.

But before he lifted his left foot, someone patted his shoulder from behind.

"Little girl!"

"what?"

Suddenly being slapped by someone, Zhong Xixi was stunned for a moment before turning around, and saw an elderly man holding the white flour left in the basket upright, "Master, do you want to change it for white flour?"

"How to change white flour?"

"Two catties of white flour can be exchanged for a foot of cloth ticket, or thirty cents for a catty of white flour."

"Two catties for a foot of cloth ticket?"

Hearing this, the old man hunched over, murmured and kept rubbing his hands, his dark face was still faintly glowing red, "Little girl, I am..."

"Master, just say what you want."

Sensing the unspeakable secret of the old man, Zhong Xixi was a little moved, "If you don't have many tickets, can I exchange three catties of flour for a foot of cloth tickets?"

Compared with other white noodles on the black market, her flour is really very fine.

The flour milling technology at this moment is not as mature as later generations, and the fineness and brightness of the reprocessed flour are also very different from those in the future.

The price of two catties for one foot of cloth ticket and thirty cents for one catty of noodles is already very cheap.

Looking at the same patch on the old man and himself, Zhong Xixi could only grit his teeth and lowered the price in a low voice.

If she sells the rest of the noodles at this price, she won't be able to redeem many tickets.

"It's not a question of how many votes per catty of noodles."

The quality of this white flour looks really good.

The old man's two callused hands were almost rubbing sparks, he looked around a few times with a troubled expression, and then lowered his head and said, "Little girl, I want to bring some white noodles back for my wife to taste." Taste, she has been with me for so many years, and she doesn’t know what white flour tastes like. Now that I’m getting old, I can’t do too much heavy work and I can’t get a ticket, so I just want to come here to see if there is anything that can be used In exchange for labor, exchange some flour for my wife..."

The more he spoke, the old man's voice became softer, and his head was almost buried in his chest.

Empty-handed, he wanted to change his face to a teenage girl.

If it weren't for the heart of wanting his wife to taste white flour steamed buns, how could the old man who was nearly seventy years old do such a thing on the black market.

"This……"

Zhong Xixi, who can't see the suffering in the world, already has the urge to even give the old man a basket and noodles.

But once this hole is opened, what if other old people on the black market follow suit?
His expression is as stable as an old dog, but his heart is already twisted into twists and turns.

correct!

"It's okay to barter!"

There is no unparalleled road, and an idea flashed through Zhong Xixi's mind, "Master, do you have straw at home?"

The tools and materials used to repair the roof in the warehouse cannot be used. The only thing that can be used now is wheat straw or dry straw.

It's a pity that it's not in season now, and these two things are not easy to find, but people who do farm work at home usually keep some, which are used for cooking and cooking.

Zhong Xixi was just asking casually, if there is any, it will not be free, and the psychological burden on the old man will be much less, "Our roof is leaking, it happens to be straw, Sir, if you have wheat straw at home, you can exchange it for white flour!"

"Wheat straw?"

I'm afraid I heard it wrong, every household doesn't have a straw!
After confirming again and again, the uncle grinned and nodded quickly, "Yes, as many as you need, I will send it to you this afternoon!"

"Okay, then use wheat straw instead!"

One successfully exchanged a catty of white flour for his wife by bartering, and the other easily solved the problem of rain leaking on the roof of the house.

After exchanging some for the old man, there was less than two catties of noodles left in the bag.

At this time, a well-dressed lady came up to her.

The other party didn't speak, and raised his head slightly to glance at Zhong Xixi, then his eyes fell directly on the white face, and he stretched out two fingers to fiddle with his pockets with some distaste, "Girl, what's the price for the noodles?"

That looks a little uncomfortable...

(End of this chapter)

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