Seeing Yang Liu's generosity, the salesperson whispered to her, "If you need pig intestines, come back to me next time and I'll give you a discount. How about that?"

Yang Liu naturally saw that she was trying to make some money for herself, but since she wouldn't lose out anyway, she made an agreement with her.

Seeing that her attitude towards her was quite good, she asked again: "I want to sell this hair, do you accept it?"

The salesperson was surprised to see the two long black braids on her shoulders and said, "I'd buy it, but are you willing to sell such beautiful hair?"

"My hair is long and hard to take care of."

The supply and marketing cooperatives would collect the hair, polish and weave it, make wigs, and then sell them out in a unified manner. Wigs made from long hair like hers looked just like real hair and were very popular.

After the two agreed on the price, they started cutting the hair. After negotiation, they finally cut it into shoulder-length short hair that could be tied up.

Such long hair, and with such a lot of volume, would have sold for at least several hundred dollars in modern times, but in this era it was only sold for five dollars.

And this was the price she had to bargain with the other party for.

The salesperson said that if she agreed to cut along the roots, the price could be raised a little, but then the hair would be too short and would look ugly.

Anyway, it's good enough to be worth some money.

When she was going out, she saw a tricycle driver under the shade of a tree at the door. She wanted to ask him something, so she had to spend thirty cents to ask him to give her a ride.

After getting in the car, she casually chatted with people: "Uncle, how long have you been soliciting business here?"

"This has been around for quite a while. After I retired from the factory due to a work-related injury, I bought a car and have been doing this ever since. It's been nearly 20 years now."

Yang Liu thought about it for so long, and asked him if he should know.

"Uncle, I want to ask you something?"

"Girl, tell me what I know."

She pinched her throat, then gathered her emotions. "Here's the thing. My grandma is dying. She says she's never had powdered milk in her life and she's always craving it. If she can't have it, she'll probably die with regrets. I asked at the supply and marketing cooperative, but they didn't have any. You're knowledgeable and have many connections. Do you know where I can buy some?"

If she asked him directly about the black market, she would be in big trouble if someone reported her. So, just in case, she adopted a roundabout strategy and asked indirectly.

The uncle noticed the girl's voice was choked with sobs. After hearing what she said, he felt that she was a filial person. He looked around and saw that no one was around. Then he whispered, "Girl, you've asked the right person. I've been here for decades and I know all these things very well."

"Now that the police are cracking down on them, those people don't come out as often as before. They only come out to sell things on the first and fifteenth day of every month. Their location is in the alley behind the supply and marketing cooperative."

"And if you come, you have to come early in the morning."

They dare not do this kind of shady business in the daytime.

As for why they were there, it was naturally because the alley was connected to many directions on both sides, which would make it convenient for them to escape if they ran into the police.

Yang Liu found out the information she wanted to know, and she was particularly energetic when she went back. She only asked the driver to take her to the intersection and then drop her off.

She was carrying a lot of bags in her hands and was riding a tricycle. She was afraid of being too conspicuous, so she got off the tricycle early.

Fortunately, I left home early in the morning and came back just in time to make lunch.

As soon as she came back, she put the pig intestines in a basin. She originally wanted to wash them with flour, but flour was too precious. In the end, she grabbed a handful of ashes from the stove. Anyway, this thing also has a disinfecting function and can wash away the smell. She then washed it several times with vinegar, washing it inside and out.

She only feels relieved when her clothes are clean and odorless.

She planned to make stir-fried pig intestines for them at noon today. She first put the washed pig intestines in the pot and rinsed them with water, then took them out and washed them again, then added water again, added the prepared marinade, and simmered them over low heat.

She didn't take the pig intestines out of the pot until they were soft and could be pierced with chopsticks, then she took a piece and cut it into dice.

Pour hot oil into the pot, add chili peppers, peppercorns, onions, ginger, and garlic, and stir-fry until the aroma comes out. Finally, pour in the braised pork intestines and stir-fry over high heat. The fragrant braised pork intestines are ready. Yang Liu couldn't help but taste a piece and found that it was still as delicious as before.

She made steamed buns as the staple food, and also fried an eggplant and shredded potatoes. She added the leftover rice soup from the morning, packed it in a basket, and prepared to go out.

Who knew that as soon as she walked to the gate of the yard, she saw Zhang Guilan, the secretary's wife, twisting her waist and hips and coming towards her. It was obvious from her posture that she came with bad intentions.

She sighed secretly: You can't just sit at home and the pot will come out of the sky.

Seeing Yang Liu carrying a basket to deliver food, she smiled sinisterly and said, "Are you going to the fields to deliver food to your family?"

As she spoke, she walked over and reached out to lift the cloth on the basket to take a look.

Stopped by Yang Liu, she hid the basket behind her and said with a smile, "Auntie, what are you doing?"

Zhang Guilan said with a forced smile, "Nothing, I just wanted to see what you cooked."

"We are a small family, and we only eat simple food. There is nothing fancy. Besides, the dishes I make are pitch black and cannot be served on the table. I hope you, aunt, will laugh at me when you see me."

Seeing her repeatedly refusing, Zhang Guilan snorted in her heart, thinking that she was indeed guilty and must have fried the eggs their family sent, which was why she didn't let her see it.

"I think you are guilty of something, right?" Seeing that she refused to let her see it, Zhang Guilan was too lazy to talk nonsense with her and asked directly.

Yang Liu pretended not to understand, looking puzzled, "Auntie, what are you talking about? Why don't I understand?"

Zhang Guilan had been depressed the whole night after being defeated by that spendthrift woman yesterday. Today, she was just dealing with a young girl, whom she didn't take seriously at all.

She had eaten more salt than she had eaten rice, and she was just a girl, so she didn't believe she couldn't handle it.

"Originally, I thought we were all from the same village, and we'd see each other every day. If we talked about some things, it would be embarrassing for everyone. But since you're so shameless, there's nothing I can do about it."

Yang Liu had been in the business world for many years in his previous life and had seen all kinds of monsters and demons. How could he be afraid of a country aunt?

"Auntie, just say what you want to say. I'm still waiting to bring food to my parents." Yang Liu reminded her with a harmless smile.

"Where are the eggs my eldest daughter-in-law gave you yesterday? Take them out!"

She put one hand on her waist and stretched out the other hand to ask for it.