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

It's located in the middle of the town and the surrounding villages, but the distance between the town and the surrounding villages is basically the same.

"This is the black market?"

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

After all, it is the era of eating big pot rice, and private transactions and individual portals are not allowed.

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

But it's too easy, isn't it?

Even if it's in a barren grassland, at least there must be a few sheds, right? In case it rains, the big guy can't run fast with his things, so there is more or less a place to shelter from the rain.

But the black market in front of him is a road a few people wide in a barren grass.

Some people take more things, carry the burden and find a relatively flat place to buy on the spot, and some things take less, such as Zhong Xixi, which can be done in a basket, and most of them keep shuttling back and forth in the crowd, looking for their goals.

"Little brother, how do you change these eggs?"

"Eldest sister, is this the fish you caught yourself? How much does a fish cost? ”

"Auntie, did you take this sole yourself? The craftsmanship is also too good, how do you change this? Tickets, money, or things? ”

“……”

Because he didn't know how to set prices on the black market, for fear that his pricing would be too high or too low, Zhong Xixi looked like a teenager and an old man, and got a rough idea of the pricing situation on the black market.

Zhong Xixi was thinking about the price in his heart, and at the same time he opened the bag of noodles and leaked the white noodles inside.

"Ouch, little girl, you look good with your white face!"

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

"How much is my aunt going to want?"

There are a few shops on the black market that have changed their faces, but they don't look good.

After several observations and comparisons, Zhong Xixi had an answer in his heart, and stretched out four fingers unhurriedly, "Two catties of white noodles for a foot of cloth tickets, or three cents for a pound of white noodles." ”

"Why are you so expensive?"

"My family has thin noodles, my aunt, and there are other noodles on the street, but the color is different, and the price is naturally expensive."

"Six, seven, eight..."

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

The sun was already overhead, and the faces and bodies of the people exposed to the sun were hot, Zhong Xixi carried a basket and wandered around the black market for two hours, selling almost secretly adding some points from the space, and only then did he exchange for an eight-foot cloth ticket.

At this rate, when will she and her brother be able to sleep on the futon and cover the quilt?

Not to mention putting on new clothes.

Zhong Mumu's pants are a lot shorter, it's okay that it's summer now, but it's about to enter autumn in less than half a month, how can the child get sick if he freezes again?

"Alas......"

Looking up to the sky with a long sigh, Zhong Xixi carried a basket that was more than half the weight lighter, and decided to try his luck again.

It's just that before the left foot was raised, the shoulder was patted from behind.

"Little girl!"

"Huh?"

Leng Buding was slapped by someone, Zhong Xixi was stunned for a moment before turning around, only to see an elderly man holding the remaining white noodles in the basket straightly, "Uncle, are you going to change the white noodles?" ”

"How do you change the white noodles?"

"Two catties of white flour for a foot of cloth ticket, or three cents for a pound of white flour."

"Two catties for a foot of cloth ticket?"

Hearing this, the old man hunched his back, muttering, and kept rubbing his hands, and there was a faint red light on his dark face, "Little girl, I am ......"

"Uncle, just say what you want."

Sensing the old man's unspeakable secret, Zhong Xixi was a little moved, "If you don't have many tickets, will you exchange three catties of white noodles for a foot of cloth tickets?" ”

Compared with the white noodles of other families in the black market, her flour is really very delicate.

At this time, the flour grinding technology was not as mature as that of later generations, and the fineness and brightness of the reprocessed flour were also very different from those in the future.

The price of two catties for a foot of cloth tickets and three cents for a pound 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 lower the price in a low voice.

At this price, she sold out the rest of the noodles, and she couldn't redeem many tickets.

"It's not a question of how many votes a pound of noodles has."

The quality of this white flour looks really good.

The old man's two calloused hands were about to rub out the sparks, and he looked left and right a few times with an embarrassed face, before he lowered his head and spoke, "Little girl, I want to bring some white noodles back to my wife to taste, she has been with me for so many years, I don't know what white noodles taste, and now that I am older, I can't do too much heavy work and can't get tickets, so I want to come here to see if there is anything that can be exchanged for labor, and give my wife some white noodles......"

The further he spoke, the quieter the old man's voice became, and his head was about to be buried in his chest.

With empty hands, I want to change my face, or to a teenage girl.

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

"This ......"

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

But once this opening is opened, what if other old people on the black market follow suit?

The expression is as stable as an old dog, but in fact, his heart has been tangled and twisted.

That's right!

"Bartering is fine!"

There is no endless road, and a thought flashed through Zhong Xixi's mind, "Uncle, do you have wheat straw at home?" ”

The tools and materials used to repair the roof in the warehouse are not used, and the only things that can be used now are wheat straw or dry straw.

It's a pity that it's not in season, and these two things are not easy to find, but the family usually saves some for farming, and uses them for cooking.

Zhong Xixi just asked casually, in case there is, this side will not be given in vain, and the psychological burden will be much smaller for the old man, "The roof of our house is leaking, just wheat straw, uncle, if you have wheat straw at home, use this to exchange for white noodles!" ”

"Straw?"

I'm afraid that I heard it wrong, and every family doesn't have a wheat straw!

After confirming it again, the corner of the uncle's mouth grinned, and he nodded hurriedly, "Yes, I can use as many as I want, I will send it to you this afternoon!" ”

"Okay, then exchange it for straw!"

One successfully exchanged for a pound of white flour for his wife, and the other easily solved the problem of roof leakage at home.

After changing to the old man, there were less than two catties of noodles left in the bag.

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

The other party didn't speak, and after glancing at Zhong Xixi slightly, his eyes fell directly to the white face, and he stretched out two fingers and fiddled with his pocket with some disgust, "Girl, what's the price of noodles?" ”

That looks a little hard to mess with......