"Seven cents five...... A pound? Li Jinfeng was a little surprised.

A pound of corn is only more than seven cents, how low is the price in this era?

Li Jinfeng suddenly felt that the dollar that Li Aiguo gave her was a huge amount of money.

The man was surprised when he saw Li Jinfeng, thinking that Li Jinfeng felt that the price was high, so he spoke up again, "Girl, I know you think that on the market, corn is at most six cents a catty, and I sell it here for seven cents and a half, and the price has increased several times, which is too expensive."

But that was when there were food stamps and there was plenty of supply. You don't have food stamps, it's good to get food, why do you care about these money? Now everyone's life is not easy, who can eat such a handful of porridge made of corn, it is really a fairy day. ”

The man's words let Li Jinfeng know that he misunderstood himself.

However, from his words, Li Jinfeng learned a lot of news.

Under normal circumstances, corn is only six cents a pound, and materials are scarce, you have money and tickets, but you may not be able to buy it.

"Big brother, I didn't mean that, I just wanted to ask...... Forget it, do you want flour? Li Jinfeng asked.

"What...... What? Face...... Flour? You...... Do you have flour? The man was speechless in astonishment.

Li Jinfeng pointed to the cloth bag on his back, made a gesture of pulling something out of it, and took advantage of this time to take some flour from the space and put it into the cloth bag.

Not much, about two pounds.

After opening the cloth bag, Li Jinfeng followed the example of the previous man who asked her to see the corn, and shook it in front of him.

The man almost dropped his eyeballs out.

"What...... How did you sell it? Girl, how do you sell this flour? ”

The man had completely forgotten that he had come to sell supplies.

All he knew was that he hadn't seen flour in years.

Even with a cursory glance, he dared to conclude that it was refined flour.

The entire county, even with food stamps and money, can't buy it.

Men have been wandering around the black market for a long time, even if they take out the things they trade, most of them are coarse grains, and the quality is very bad, whether it is color or taste, it is not the same grade as fine noodles.

Fine grains, including rice and white flour, could not be found in the hurry.

The man's mood was excited.

If it weren't for the person in front of him, if it was alive, he would treat her as a god.

"Girl, you say a price, I'll ...... I'm going to buy your flour. ”

The man's home is in the nearby countryside, and there is a blind old mother at home, who has worked hard all his life and raised him, and has never eaten a mouthful of fine grain in his life.

He said that he would buy this fine grain and let the old mother taste it.

"Two dollars a pound?" Li Jinfeng said tentatively.

She doesn't really understand the prices of this era.

For the time being, I know that corn is six cents, and the black market is eight cents.

Since the person in front of her was so surprised by the flour in her hand, it was estimated that she called two pieces, which should be normal.

The man was stunned, such a good fine face, he only shouted two pieces.

If this is on the black market, there are no four or five yuan, no, you can't grab four or five yuan.

"Okay, I'll give it, I'll give it to ......" The man excitedly took out four yuan from his pocket and handed it to Li Jinfeng.

According to the rule of paying money with one hand and delivering goods with the other, Li Jinfeng immediately gave the bag of flour to the man, and the man quickly put the flour into another bag he carried with him and returned the bag to Li Jinfeng.