Lian Xiaomin saw a bicycle and a sewing machine on the second floor of the supply and marketing cooperative. She pointed at them and asked the salesperson about the price. The girl with braids replied that there was only one bicycle and it had been ordered by someone, and it cost 160 yuan. The sewing machine could be sold for 180 yuan, and that the child in her family needed a ticket to buy them.

Lian Xiaomin knew what was going on and said, "Thank you, sister." After looking around again, she went back to the first floor, picked out the items that didn't require a ticket, and bought a small tin frog for Xiaofu, spending fifty cents.

After leaving the supply and marketing cooperative, she planned to look for the black market and exchange the supplies in the space for some money.

Xiaofu in her arms was a little sleepy, holding the tin frog in his little hands, and his little head was dozing off little by little. Lian Xiaomin said to Xiaofu, "Xiaofu, sister will find a good place for you, you just go to sleep, okay?"

Xiaofu nodded: "Okay." So Lian Xiaomin found a remote alley and walked in. After looking around and seeing that there was no one around, she took Xiaofu into the space.

When they arrived at the master bedroom on the second floor of the villa, Xiao Ya was lying on the bed, sleeping soundly under a small quilt. She put Xiao Fu on the bed and covered him with a thin quilt. Xiao Fu fell asleep immediately.

Lian Xiaomin left the bedroom and went to the next room to dress herself up. She found a set of men's clothes and put them on. She also took out a bottle of disguise pills from the medicine cabinet in the study and took one. As she thought, her appearance changed instantly and turned into that of a strange boy, with a dark face, narrow eyes, a high nose bridge, and thick lips.

She plans to use this face to deal in the black market in the future.

When we come to this time and space in 1968, we still need to have more money. The best way is to exchange the materials in the space for money.

After getting ready, Lian Xiaomin picked up a large backpack that had been prepared earlier, which contained 20 kilograms of flour, 20 kilograms of rice, 10 kilograms of sweet potatoes, and 10 kilograms of pork, each weighing one kilogram per piece. She also brought a scale.

Lian Xiaomin left the space and returned to the alley she had just been in. After walking out, she went straight to a black market behind the cotton mill that she had inquired about a long time ago.

This was what her aunt told her, saying that villagers sometimes went there to exchange things. Where is the cotton mill? Lian Xiaomin passed by when she fled to the commune. A fellow villager went to the cotton mill to look for relatives.

They soon arrived at the back of the cotton mill. Lian Xiaomin used her consciousness to check and found an alley with a lot of people. That was the place.

She walked over and saw a tall, thin young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes standing there, leaning against the wall, like a manager keeping watch at the entrance and exit.

Lian Xiaomin walked over, looked at her big backpack and asked, "Buy or sell?"

Lian Xiaomin quickly replied: "Sell."

"3 cents."

After paying, she walked into the alley. It turned out to be a large courtyard, with several alleys connected in many ways. There were many people, but they were all quiet. Everyone was walking back and forth quickly with a nervous look, looking for the goods they wanted.

Lian Xiaomin found a place to squat under the wall and waited against it. She opened the lid of the backpack partly and spread a sack on the ground next to it, on which she placed a piece of pork and two sweet potatoes.

After a while, a skinny man in his forties came over, took a look, and asked in surprise: "Young man, do you have any pork here? How much? How much?"

Lian Xiaomin lowered her voice and said, "How much do you want? Ten kilograms in total. One kilogram is 2.3 yuan without a ticket, and 1.9 yuan with a ticket."

The man thought that pork usually costs about 80 cents, and the black market price is three times higher. The guy's price is not expensive, so he quickly responded: "Okay, I want five pounds, but I don't have a ticket."

"A total of 11.5 yuan." Lian Xiaomin was also very happy. The business opened very quickly. She took out five strips of pork, wrapped them in two pieces of oil paper, handed them to the middle-aged man, took the money, counted it and put it in her pocket.

In fact, it was good enough for Lian Xiaomin to be able to take out such a popular commodity as pork and fine grains, and it was not snatched up here. So soon, two aunts who looked to be in their fifties and an old man came. These three people also came for pork, and each wanted three pounds. Lian Xiaomin closed the lid of the backpack and transferred some more pork into it from the space.

The three of them took the meat with satisfaction and paid for it, without using any tickets. Tickets are hard to come by now, so they didn't have any. One of the aunties also bought 10 kilograms of white flour, and looking at the snow-white flour, she kept saying, "Why is this flour so white?"

White flour is sold at 70 cents per pound. Usually, you can buy it at 26 cents per pound with a ticket from the grain store, but there is no demand. Even the best flour is not this white. Lian Xiaomin thought to herself, I should mix some black flour with the white flour next time.

After the three men left, five minutes later, another man in his thirties, dressed like a cadre, came in. He was wearing a gray cadre uniform, about 1.6 meters tall, and looked quite plump, with a stocky figure. There was a pen in the pocket of his cadre uniform, and he looked very polite.

He came closer with an empty cloth bag in his hand, squatted down, and said in a low voice: "Young man, I want 10 kilograms of rice, 5 kilograms of pork, and I'll buy all of your sweet potatoes." Sweet potatoes are a good food now, and they are cheap. They used to be just a few cents per kilogram.

Lian Xiaomin mentioned the price and was ready to give it to him. Then the man asked in a low voice: "Young man, let me ask you something. Can you give me more food and pork? I am the purchasing director of the canteen of the cotton mill. Now the factory is also short of supplies. After years of famine, the workers are almost starving."

Lian Xiaomin thought for a moment. Yes, in fact, she had also thought about it. These days, there is going to be another severe famine. Even the autumn harvest will not yield much. Wouldn't people starve to death soon? If she donated some supplies, she would get some money and let others have food to eat.

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