Zhang Xudong took a quick look at the prices of various items. This was definitely a seller's market. Figuring he was already there, there was no point in wasting time. He found a deserted spot, squatted down, and placed the backpack in front of him.

After thinking for a while, he secretly put 20 kilograms of rice in the cloth bag he brought with him. He took the cloth bag out of the backpack and placed it on the ground next to it, and covered the backpack with cloth.

Just as he was done, a scoundrel-looking young man came over and asked, "Have you paid?" Zhang Xudong showed him the piece of paper. The young man said nothing and walked away.

After a while, a man in his thirties wearing a Zhongshan suit came over pushing a bicycle and asked in a low voice, "Young man, what do you want to change?"

Zhang Xudong said nothing, and directly took out some rice grains from the bag and showed them to the man. The man was surprised and happy. He squatted down and opened the bag to look at it, and then rummaged through it with his hands.

"Little brother, how much per pound?"

"Without a ticket, it's four yuan per catty. With a ticket, it's three yuan per catty. I want any ticket," Zhang Xudong said naively.

"How many pounds?"

"Twenty pounds, quite a bit."

The man shook it with his hands, borrowed a beam scale from the side and weighed it. Seeing that the scale was high, he immediately said:

"Little brother, I want them all. I'll give you the tickets." He pulled out five large black tens and handed them to Zhang Xudong, then took out a dozen tickets and flipped through them. He counted out ten industrial coupons and handed over several other tickets. He looked like a regular on the black market.

"Here are the tickets, little brother. Is that okay with you?"

"Okay, that's it." Zhang Xudong didn't know how the various tickets were traded, so he could only say okay.

The man pulled out his own cloth bag and handed it directly to Zhang Xudong. He then tied the bag of rice, clipped it to the back seat of his bicycle, and rode away. He was quite skilled.

Zhang Xudong felt the thick stack of money and notes in his pocket, feeling it was unreal. Even in his previous life, ordinary rice wouldn't sell for more than four yuan a pound! This just seemed a bit fantastical.

After a while, I put the money and tickets in my bedroom in my space, together with the money at home. I looked at my watch. It was almost noon, and I should go home.

As I stood up, an old lady came over, dressed in tattered but neat clothes.

"Hey boy, do you have any eggs?"

"How many do you want?" Zhang Xudong felt that he had to do the business that came to his door.

"I want twenty, do you have any?"

"Yes, 80 cents each, want one?"

"Yes, yes, here are sixteen dollars. My grandson was sick and I haven't had anything to nourish him. Now he's better." As he said that, he handed over the sixteen dollars and his basket.

Zhang Xudong put 50 eggs in the backpack, and picked up 20 eggs from the backpack and put them in the old lady's basket.

As the old lady picked up the basket and left, another aunt came over and gave her eight yuan directly.

"I want ten eggs"

Zhang Xudong looked up and saw three or four people standing nearby waiting.

After making a few more transactions and selling more than a hundred eggs, Zhang Xudong didn't dare to continue. His business was good on the black market, and selling more would attract attention.

"Everyone, the eggs are sold out. Let's look somewhere else." After saying that, he picked up the basket and left without any delay.

I picked a random alley and turned in. When I reached the alley exit, I saw that the scoundrel young man was guarding the alley.

"Brother, give me the cards. If you have good stuff in the future, you can give it to us directly. Don't worry about the price. You won't lose money. It saves you from selling them one by one, which is not only time-consuming but also dangerous."

"Okay, I'll give it to you when I have more." He handed him the piece of paper and left immediately.

As he walked, he thought: This black market job really isn't for me. I'll just keep the things in the space for myself. I'd better focus on my studies and open a clinic in the future, just doing my own thing.

I just don’t know how long the things in the supermarket can be kept. It’s okay for daily necessities, they won’t go bad; grain and oil can also be stored for a while, but vegetables, steamed buns, and dumplings cannot be kept for a long time.

I still have five or six baskets of eggs left, so I need to get rid of them soon. What about the drinks? The cans all have production dates on them, so it's going to be a mess if I take them out. They're definitely future products. Drink them myself? That'll take forever, right? So frustrating.

Feeling a bit hungry, I reached into the basket and grabbed a steamed bun from the supermarket. Hmm, it was still warm. I pulled out another steamed bun, also warm.

Does this supermarket keep things in a constant supply? If so, there's no need to worry. Everything can be eaten and used slowly. And you can carry it with you wherever you go, so you never have to worry about food or drink. How thoughtful.

I ate a steamed bun in small bites as I walked. It was meat-filled and tasted good. I finished another steamed bun, and finally, I calmed down.

When we were almost at the bridge near the village, we took out a few cucumbers, a few tomatoes, a handful of long beans, and two eggplants. Any more would spoil them, as they wouldn't last long in the hot weather.

He took out ten pounds of rice, five pounds of cornmeal, two pounds of millet, twenty eggs, and a piece of pork belly weighing more than a pound, and put them all into the backpack.

After thinking for a moment, he took out another handful of leeks. Let's have dumplings for lunch tomorrow to satisfy the little girl's craving. Remembering the candy I promised her, he picked up half a pound of fruit candy and half a pound of milk candy. He couldn't take out too much at once; candy is a precious commodity these days.

I also have to ask the team leader for help, so sending food is too conspicuous; as for sending cigarettes, the ones from the supermarket won’t work, Huazi is too expensive, and other brands are not produced yet.

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