Early the next morning.

It was still dark, and Li Weidong got up from the warm bed.

This time, Li Weibin didn't wake up.

But the grandmother heard the movement and walked out of it with her clothes on.

"You just arrived in the city, you are not familiar with life, don't do anything if you encounter anything."

With that, grandma stuffed some money to Li Weidong.

"Milk, don't worry, when has your grandson suffered?" Li Weidong waved his hand and didn't answer.

Yesterday at noon, the money given by his stepmother Zhang Xiuzhen, he returned to the house and counted it, eleven yuan and eight cents, which was already a lot.

What's more, the reason why he asked for money was to give everyone an illusion, so as not to make food out of thin air and arouse suspicion.

"Why don't you still fight with your brother? It's just a mess at home, and when you go out, you must protect yourself, and if you encounter something, you can run. ”

Grandma glared at Li Weidong angrily, and stubbornly put the money into Li Weidong's pocket.

"Okay, I'll make sure I can run faster than a rabbit."

Li Weidong didn't shirk anymore, he grew up in front of his grandmother since he was a child, and he knows his grandmother's character very well.

After taking the flashlight and saying goodbye to his grandmother, Li Weidong left in a hurry.

Where is the pigeon market, Li Weidong has already inquired with his younger brother Li Weibin clearly, and even specially asked him to lead him to a trip for this reason, which can be regarded as stepping on the point.

And after lunch yesterday, he was stunned and insisted on staying outside for more than five hours, accumulating some energy, but he was also cold enough.

But seeing five big old pumpkins, the little sin suffered is nothing.

The pigeon market in the sixties was a product of last resort.

Strictly speaking, it is not legal, but because of the particularity of this era, in many cases it is a blind eye.

And most people prefer to call it the black market, not only because it is chaotic and unsightly, but more importantly, the price is black.

After Li Weidong entered the black market, he turned off the flashlight and began to scan his eyes in front of the people squatting on both sides of the road.

Some people may think that the black market in this era is like the morning market in later generations, and the market is full of vegetable vendors on both sides, who can buy whatever they want.

In fact, the two are not the same concept at all.

Li Weidong walked slowly for more than ten meters, and there were only a handful of people who really put things in front of him, most of them were squatting there, either an empty basket, or a few stones piled up, and some were holding a few chicken feathers in their hands.

"Uncle, what are you selling?"

Li Weidong came to the middle-aged man holding the chicken feathers in his hand and asked softly.

"Eggs, only exchange, not sold."

The middle-aged man glanced at Li Weidong and emphasized the last few words.

"Well, how do you change it?" Li Weidong also reacted.

"A pound of stick noodles." The middle-aged man replied.

Li Weidong didn't stupidly ask whether an egg or a pound of eggs.

These days, eggs are more expensive than meat, comparable to luxury.

Especially in the first two years, the supply of eggs to ordinary citizens was directly stopped, and those who lived in the city did not have any relatives in the countryside, and they could not even see eggs all year round.

In the novel, during this period, an old man in the city who drove a car said: I have forgotten whether the egg is round or square.

And this year, although the supply of eggs has been initially restored, there is only one pound per household per quarter.

On weekdays, it is really not easy for ordinary city people to eat an egg.

Therefore, although the other party wants a pound of stick noodles, the price is not outrageous.

After all, stick noodles cost nine cents a pound.

But that was when there was a ticket and a certificate, and he went to the grain and oil station.

If you want to buy a pound of stick noodles on the black market without a ticket, it can cost as little as two or three cents.

"Where's the money?"

"No."

The middle-aged man was resolute.

"What about pumpkins? The best old pumpkin, can you change it? Li Weidong asked again.

"Old pumpkin?"

This time, the middle-aged man hesitated.

Although it is not as good as stick noodles and dried sweet potatoes, the old pumpkin is not impossible to fill the stomach.

In comparison, it is much more affordable than eating eggs directly.

"How do you want to change it?"

"How about three catties for one?" Li Weidong thought for a while and said.

The price was based on his estimates.

Zhang Xiuzhen said earlier that the pumpkin she bought on the black market cost eight cents a catty, and three catties is two cents and four.

"Four pounds."

The middle-aged man said directly.

"I don't think it's three catties or four catties, I have at least thirty catties of an old pumpkin, and I can exchange ten eggs with you, right?"

"Okay."

The middle-aged man nodded.

"Then wait a minute."

After Li Weidong finished speaking, he turned his head and left.

Because the black market is not safe, plus it is the first time, Li Weidong is very cautious and did not take out the pumpkin early.

When he got into an alley and saw that there was no one around, he took out a pumpkin from the warehouse of the game farm, covered it with his clothes, and returned the same way.

"Uncle, take a look."

The middle-aged man took the old pumpkin, and just weighed it, and his face showed a hint of joy.

Compared with the weight estimated by Li Weidong, the other party is obviously more proficient.

The pumpkin in your hand is definitely not light.

"Sixth, get ten eggs for this little brother."

At this time, the middle-aged man said to a figure squatting a few meters away from his body.

"Hmm."

The figure muffled in response, and did not know where to carefully pull out ten eggs.

However, Li Weidong was numb.

Although he had prepared a broken sack, it was for pumpkins.

There's a place in the game farm, but you can't do a big magic trick in front of everyone's eyes, right?

"Uncle, do you have a basket? I spend money on it. Li Weidong had to ask for help.

"I still have ten eggs in my basket, why don't you change them together?" I just give you the basket too. The middle-aged man came up with an idea.

"Well, that's fine, then you wait."

Li Weidong repeated the action just now.

The middle-aged man who took the pumpkin again looked at Li Weidong with a strange expression.

"How many pumpkins do you have, lad?"

"No, just two, I'm afraid of being robbed, so let my dad watch over there." Li Weidong grinned.

"Okay, I'll come every other day, and if you still have pumpkins, come to me for a change."

The middle-aged man nodded, and waited for Li Weidong to leave with a basket of eggs before he glanced at the sixth child behind him.

The latter quietly entered the alley that Li Weidong had just entered.

After a few minutes, he returned to his place with a disappointed face.

After Li Weidong left, he found a corner casually, sent the eggs to the game farm, and continued to wander around with an empty basket.

Two pumpkins for twenty eggs was worth it to him anyway.

After all, it's the equivalent of two hours of sun exposure.

"Little brother, do you want a ticket?"

I don't know if it's because of carrying a basket, Li Weidong deeply experienced the treatment at the train station in the early days of his previous life.

casually asked the price, and Li Weidong stopped thinking.

If you don't have food, even if you go to the grain and oil station with food stamps, people won't sell them to you.

Moreover, the food stamps are also dated, which are basically used in the current month and are invalid when they expire.

Therefore, these extra food stamps are more useful for going to restaurants or buying some non-staple food.

Li Weidong's goal is very clear, that is, ready-made food.

Of course, if it's eggs, meat, oil, etc., he won't hesitate.

It didn't take long for Li Weidong to find a seller of white noodles.

The so-called white noodles are actually graded.

The best is fine noodles, also called special powder, which is often said to be 30 powder and 40 powder in later generations.

Then there is the high-grade powder, which is generally called white flour directly, and the standard is 60 powder, which is mainly eaten by families in later generations.

And Fuqiang powder is 70 powder, which is a little worse.

However, nowadays, the maximum is still 80 powder, which is a standard implemented in the case of food shortage, the color is gray, and the taste is poor.

But even so, at the moment, it is also a standard fine grain, and I don't know how many people can't eat it.

The other party sells this 80 powder.

Eight cents a pound!

That's almost five times as much as the food stamps used for grain and oil.