Before the sky was bright, Tu Ziqiang went out with ten meat tickets and four cloth tickets.

It's not that I'm worried about sales, but this amount is just the amount that ordinary people can save at the end of this era.

Selling tickets that you have worked so hard to save and reselling tickets are completely different natures.

If you are caught, there is a reason to win sympathy.

Old cotton shoes, leggings and cotton pants, torn cotton jackets, and a grain bag on his shoulder, which contained ten catties of bud rice noodles.

The torn felt hat and the big scarf were tightly covered, revealing only a pair of eyes.

Tu Ziqiang perfectly reproduces an old farmer who went into the city to sell grain.

Humans always sympathize with the weak, and pickets are no exception.

Instead of chasing an old farmer who sells ten catties of grain, it is better to chase those who scalped tickets.

First, the case value is higher and it is good to make meritorious contributions, and second, the peasants' lives are too hard, so it is better to open their eyes and close their eyes and do good.

On the corner of the street, Gong Wei frowned and looked at Tu Ziqiang who was walking away.

Leaning slightly, his brows gradually stretched, and the corners of his mouth pursed into a smile.

I expected it well in advance, and I did my homework and prepared for the worst, but when it came to the end, Tu Ziqiang still felt weak in my hands and feet.

The closer he got to the black market, the harder his heart was beating, and he felt his mouth dry and suddenly urinate.

There is a lot of and urine on the lazy donkey!

Tu Ziqiang stomped his feet hard and scolded himself.

There are a lot of people in the black market, all of them walk around like ghosts, and most of them are in the appearance of Tu Ziqiang.

Those who carry grain bags are grain sellers, those who carry baskets are egg sellers, and those who carry military bags are scalpers......

Born a wasteland, the picket will definitely give priority to you!

Tu Ziqiang looked at the soldier and thought to himself, and suddenly had a sense of superiority that the old bird looked at the new and tender.

He steadied himself and walked over to a man with four glasses in his pocket.

This is the target customer!

"I don't want food ......," Tu Ziqiang frowned and was about to walk away.

"Do you want a ticket?" Tu Ziqiang grabbed the four pockets and reached out to pull open the front of his old cotton jacket, revealing the pink meat ticket. While whispering, he didn't forget to look around, like the southern Xinjiang people who sold fake mobile phones on the streets in his previous life.

"How many? How to sell? The four pockets' eyes lit up, staring at the pink color, and the Adam's apple couldn't help but squirm.

"There are ten, two cents and one ......," Tu Ziqiang quoted in a low voice, "There are also four cloth tickets, three cents and one piece." ”

"It's expensive!" The four pockets are very expert, but they just say that they are expensive, but they don't bargain, "It's too expensive!" ”

"You want it all, give three yuan and one to get it......" Tu Ziqiang bid very jerkyly, and it was a dime cheaper when he opened his mouth.

"I don't want a ticket," there was a smile at the corner of the four pockets, "People's meat tickets are ...... dime"

Tu Ziqiang closed his shirt and turned his head to leave, a dime? What do you want to eat?

"Wait......" the four pockets grabbed Tu Ziqiang's bid, "One dime five!" I want them all! ”

"I might as well eat it myself, it's the New Year...... Tu Ziqiang swallowed and foamed, even with four pockets.

"Two cents is too expensive...... "Four pockets are very hesitant.

"At most, I will take you a cloth ticket," Tu Ziqiang hesitated for a moment, and continued to emphasize, "You see that your fake collar is worn out, let's make a new one for the New Year." ”

"Then how much money will I have if I even have a cloth ticket?" Four Pockets visibly hesitated.

"Then I'll give you a dime cheaper, and I'll take all three yuan......" Tu Ziqiang looked honest.

"Good!" The four pockets gritted their teeth fiercely, and Tu Ziqiang heard the sound of chattering.

The money and goods are gone, the four pockets trot all the way without a shadow, and Tu Ziqiang earns a handful of tickets stupidly.

Isn't that difficult......

"Do you want a pen? Ten pounds of bud rice noodles ......"

The voice was a little familiar, and Tu Ziqiang turned his head to see a pair of familiar plastic glasses and a slender white hand holding a small bundle of oil paintbrushes.

Old cotton shoes!

"Five catties is fine...... old cotton shoes licked their lips and took the initiative to reduce the price.

Tu Ziqiang is happy, it is a miracle that he didn't starve to death by selling things like this.

"Is that you?" Tu Ziqiang pulled down the big scarf, and the old cotton shoes had a pair of round eyes.

"Five catties, can you change it?" There is still a piece of blue in the round eyes, and the oil paintbrush is stubbornly stretched.

Tu Ziqiang reached out and pushed back the hand holding the oil paintbrush, and his round eyes were a little dim.

The grain bag was put on the shoulders of the old cotton shoes.

"This is ten catties, and I still need you ten catties to send you home......"

The old cotton shoes were stunned, and there was a hint of wetness behind the plastic frames.

A hand suddenly grabbed Tu Ziqiang's arm, and the two of them trembled.

"You're not honest!"

Four went around and came back.

"What?" Tu Ziqiang let out a long sigh, it's good not to picket.

"Say two yuan, ten meat tickets, one cloth ticket, two yuan plus three cents, and three cloth tickets, that is two yuan nine!" The four pockets were flushed and didn't know if they were angry or running, "You said that if it's cheaper again, it should be two dollars eight!" ”

"Me!" Tu Ziqiang was very helpless, "Blindfolded, blindfolded, then I will pay you back two cents......"

"Hmph, you want to fool me? Hurry up and get the money! "Four pockets are very proud.

Well, the snow-bright headlights shine on a sunny day.

"Stop! Don't move! ”

A group of pickets ran over with joy......

"Drill the alley, run!"

The old cotton shoes limped away with the bag, and the four pockets were still stunned in place.

"Run! Drill the alley, I'll stop them......" Tu Ziqiang urged in a low voice.

"Eh, okay, thank you......" The four pockets came to their senses, and they didn't want two cents and stumbled into the small alley.

"Comrade, what's wrong?"

The tickets were sold out, and the food was given to the old cotton shoes, and Tu Ziqiang walked over to the pickets with a calm face.

The body of the big truck was stuffed with speculative elements, and the old cotton shoes were of course not spared, Tu Ziqiang squatted beside him with his arms in his arms.

"My name is Tu Ziqiang, what's your name?" Tu Ziqiang asked in a low voice.

"Huh?" The old cotton shoes waited for the round eyes to be stunned, now is the time to make friends?

"After a while, you will say that I am sending you food, and I can't find your house, so I will make an appointment to meet here." Tu Ziqiang whispered, "What's your name?" ”

"Ahh The old cotton shoes tightened his face, and then he was full of energy and whispered, "Yin Bozhai." ”

"If you ask you about the pen, you will say that you are embarrassed to take food for nothing, and give me a return gift......" Tu Ziqiang sighed secretly in his heart, and continued to advise, "You just said that you are my father's friend." ”

"But I am, I'm ......," Yin Bozhai muttered.

"Then say I'm your child's friend......" Tu Ziqiang said in his heart, and sure enough.

"It's been two years since my daughter died......," Yin Bozhai's eyes darkened, "Let's say it's my granddaughter's friend, her name is Yin Xiu." ”

"Uh, can you match your age?" Tu Ziqiang said, how old is your granddaughter? I can't be a kid's friend, can I?

"She's eighteen," Yin Bozhai's eyes lit up, "just say that you both like Chinese painting, and you are the same hobby!" ”

"Chinese painting? I? Tu Ziqiang looked at his fingers like small mallets.

Multiply...... The big truck got a brake and got to the place.

"Let's just say it......" Tu Ziqiang reluctantly completed the confession, and the pickets had already come to detain people.