Subsequently, everyone discussed the preparations that Yang Anbang needed to make when he entered the city.

The premise of eating commercial grain is that you have to be a city person, and if you want to become a city person, you must have a work unit, and with a work unit, you can transfer your household registration.

So, Yang Anbang now needs a proof of employment.

"Second uncle, tomorrow I will go to the town to make a phone call, ask the factory to get a work certificate, and transfer Anbang's account first." Yang Jun said.

"What town are you going to, there is a phone in the village, I'll tell Big Eye, you can call tomorrow."

Yang Jun said with a smile: "Second uncle, this call can't be made in the village, and Anbang's work in the city can't be known for the time being."

"Yes, yes, it's the second uncle who was confused, and he almost broke the big thing." Yang Dong patted his head and said.

If the people in the village knew that Yang Anbang was going to work in the city, the threshold of his house would have to be trampled on, and many people would ask Yang Jun for help.

"Listen, no one is allowed to show this matter, boss, if you let me know, you have to beat him to death."

Yang Dong hurriedly explained to his family.

"Especially you, don't go around the village to show off."

Qin Xiuzhi's face turned red when Yang Dong said it, and she didn't dare to talk back, so she could only roll her eyes and keep silent.

After discussing Yang Anbang's affairs, everyone continued to chat and set up a dragon gate array.

It was almost ten o'clock before everyone went back to bed.

The men stayed behind to keep the vigil, and the women and children went back to sleep on the kang.

……

The next day, the fourth day of February.

Yang Jun got up early in the morning, he was awakened by urine, and he didn't want to go to the dry toilet, so he quietly woke up Yi Qiushui, and the two went out together to solve the problem.

"Brother, wait for me."

As soon as the two of them were discharged from the hospital, they saw Yangmei chasing after them from behind.

Yang Mei looked at Yang Jun with a red face, didn't speak, and walked out with Yi Qiushui's arm around her.

Yang Jun shook his head, this girl ......

Since the bathroom at home was renovated, she has never been to the public toilet again, and she must not be able to stand the smell of the dry toilet at her second uncle's house.

Yang Jun drove out of the village, about three or four miles away, when he slammed on the brakes and put the car on the side of the road.

"You go to the right, I'll go to the left."

Yang Jun hurriedly ran to the side of the road.

……

Ten minutes later, Yang Jun returned to the car refreshed, rubbed his stomach and said,

"Take you to town for breakfast."

"Okay, okay." The two girls responded in unison.

Yang Jun didn't dare to take anything from the space anymore, if it wasn't for the comfort of serving Yi Qiushui last night, she would definitely ask the matter of the donkey meat burning to the end.

The car drove for 40 minutes, and finally arrived at a small town called Panlong, which is said to be a town, but in fact it is a larger market, and there are always a few days every month that are the days of catching up with the big market.

Yang Jun: It's a coincidence that they came, and today is the day to catch up with the big gathering.

People from the neighboring villages rushed here before dawn.

They set up a stall on the side of the road early, and all kinds of snacks were available for breakfast.

However, it took a turn.

Yang Jun found that although there were many people rushing to the market, most of them were sad, their gloves in their sleeves, and their eyes were staring at the roadside stalls.

Although it is a big set, everyone understands in their hearts that this is equivalent to the black market, which is similar to the pigeon market in Sijiu City, and some things cannot be brought to the surface, so they can only be carried out secretly.

Most of these people sitting on the side of the road did not come alone, but were basically fathers and sons, husbands and wives, or neighbors who were close to each other.

One person sells goods, and one person looks at goods.

As long as you negotiate the needs and prices, you will be led to pick up the goods immediately.

A lot of people sit on the side of the road with all sorts of messy things in their hands.

Some took straw, and some took branches

Others were there with bowls of water.

Yang Jun and the three of them found a stall, ordered 30 steamed buns, six fritters, and ate three bowls of bean money rice.

All three of them were like starving ghosts, scrambling to eat.

No one ate the meal last night, and no one spoke at the moment, and they were bored.

Yang Jun sat there and was not idle, he carefully observed the people on the side of the road.

This look, he saw the doorway.

The one who takes the wheat straw indicates that he has wheat or white flour to sell, the one who takes the corn straw indicates that he wants to sell the cob or cornmeal, and the bowl of water in front of him means that he has wine to sell.

Yang Jun looked at it for a long time and found it particularly interesting.

So he explained to Yi Qiushui and them, and then walked over to a man with wheat straw.

"I want white noodles."

Yang Jun leaned over and whispered.

On the opposite side is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a dark face, and at first glance he is a plateau man.

The man glanced at Yang Jun in a tunic and thought that he was from that side, so he didn't dare to respond.

Yang Jun saw that this man had concerns.

So he said again, "I just saw you trading with a little girl, and she took a dozen catties of white flour from you."

When the man heard this, he stared at him with unkind eyes.

"I didn't mean that, I just wanted to tell you that I really want to buy white noodles." Yang Jun was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he hurriedly explained.

"Do you really want white noodles?" The man looked at Yang Jun and said tentatively.

"Yes, how many do you have?"

"How much do you want?"

Yell!

When Yang Jun heard this, his tone was quite loud?

He didn't want to nibble on the black bun anymore, so he was going to buy some white noodles to improve the food, plus the ingredients needed for the funeral, so he could buy it by the way.

"Is there 200 pounds?" Yang Jun raised two fingers and said.

"Hungry...... I'm only one hundred and twenty pounds." When the man heard this, he said with a red face.

When Yang Jun heard this, he pursed his lips.

That's it?

The tone is so big, it turns out that there is only so much?

However, what Yang Jun didn't know was that white noodles were a rare thing, and it was already great to have a few catties at home, and this plateau man had one hundred and twenty catties, no wonder he was so angry just now.

"I've got it all, take me to pick it up."

"I made it clear to you in advance, I don't want tickets, just money." The plateau man took Yang Jun's hand and said.

"No problem."

Who wants a ticket if you can trade on the black market?

Yang Jun asked the man to wait, he went back to the morning shop to call Yi Qiushui and Yangmei, and when he came out of the morning shop, he saw that the two of them were each carrying a big bag of breakfast.

Seeing this, Yang Jun shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The two of them were probably afraid of eating black buns, so they prepared dinner in advance.

Yang Jun asked the man to get in the car and lead the way.

The man saw Yang Jun with two beautiful girls, so he let down his guard at this time, he sat in the passenger seat to guide the way, the car drove to a remote place, and then walked into an alley.

As soon as Yang Jun entered the alley, he saw a group of people hiding in the alley, they were gathered in twos and threes, and each of them had large bags and small bags of materials in front of them.

The man led Yang Jun to a young man, patted the two bags in front of him and said,

"The white noodles you want are here, exactly one hundred and twenty catties, do you want to weigh them?"

Yang Jun opened the bag and took a look, it was indeed white noodles, and looking at the face, it seemed to be 70 powder, which was a high-grade white flour.

"No need, just say how much."

"One dime, a total of twenty-one and six cents."

When Yang Jun heard it, this side was more expensive than three cents a pound on the market, but when he thought about it, it was 70 powder, and he felt that it was worth the price.

Yang Jun took out the money from his pocket, counted a few and handed it to him.

Then he saw a basket at the young man's feet, covered with straw, and he did not know what it contained.

"What's in the basket?"

"Eggs." The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he continued to sell: "They are all home-raised chickens, and the fried green onions are particularly fragrant."

When Yang Jun heard that it was an egg, he immediately moved.

He knew that this kind of native egg tasted very fragrant, and he wanted to eat it the next time after eating it once, and the more he ate it, the more he wanted to eat it.

The supply of eggs depends entirely on market channels, generally like this kind of supply and marketing cooperatives in towns or small counties, they only collect but do not sell, and then allocate urban markets.

Eggs are sold by a catty, according to the size, about 0.55 yuan or so, this kind of eggs are small, about ten only a catty.

"I'll ask for them all, and you'll sell me this basket." Yang Jundao.

"Eighty eggs, a total of four dollars and eight cents, the basket is homemade, put it together, count you two cents, a total of five dollars."

When Yang Jun heard this, the price of eggs was a bit high, and he calculated it as six cents and ten, which was five cents more expensive than the market, of course, it was in the case of asking for tickets.

People don't want tickets, it's worth five cents more expensive, besides, the price is so expensive now, he sells it for six cents a pound, which is also a conscience price.

The middle-aged man took the money and carefully put it in his personal pocket, he was full of joy, he didn't expect to meet a big customer today.

If he had relied on him to sell piecemeal, he might not be able to sell them out today.

The people next to him looked at the father and son with a little blush, so they stepped forward to sell their things.

"Comrade, do you want a leg of mutton?"

At this time, an old man came over and flashed the contents of the sack towards Yang Jun.

"How much is a pound?"

"Two dollars a pound."

"I want it."

Yang Jun didn't bargain either, and paid directly.

The people next to him saw that the old man had successfully sold the sale, so they gathered around.

"Comrade, I still have twelve pounds of vermicelli."

"I have thirty catties of Jinci rice."

"I have eight pounds of sorghum wine."

「……」

Yang Jun is not refusal, except for some things that are not needed, as long as it is food, he wants it all.

In the end, he harvested a total of 120 catties of white flour, 220 eggs, 42 catties of mutton, 18 catties of sorghum wine, 45 catties of Jinci rice, 25 catties of potato vermicelli, 4 catties of chili peppers, 8 catties of pork, and 13 catties......

These things are not expensive, and they cost less than three hundred dollars in total.

Actually, there are a lot of things he doesn't need.

But he saw that they were pitiful, so he had to take them all.

It's been a long time since I've experienced the kind of carnival of shopping spree, and at this moment he has a clear idea, so he waved his hand,

"Old and young masters, please move my things to the mouth of the alley."