At around ten o'clock in the morning, Zhang Wenyong arrived at the black market near the cotton mill. He first found the ticket seller who sold bicycle tickets, got the tickets he wanted, and then took a walk around the black market.

It's been quite quiet here lately, with few people selling things. The majority of people are buyers, looking around for food and food.

However, there were too few people offering food, so he bought some food from the young man with a crew cut who he happened to meet when he was keeping an eye on Cheng Zhi last time.

Zhang Wenyong wanted to take another look to see if the martial arts master was still there. If he could meet him again, he would like to see if he still had a way to get food.

But after searching for a long time, I found nothing.

He had no choice but to take the bicycle ticket and plan to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a bicycle first. His father kept talking about this matter. Then, he rode his bicycle to the transport team to discuss it with his good brother Zhao Liming.

Zhang Wenyong was thinking about leaving, but when he reached the entrance of the alley, he changed his mind.

I once bought a few cans of food from a man who managed the black market. His name seemed to be Shunxi, and he was tall and thin.

Last time we went hunting, we brought some canned food for everyone to eat. Xiaomin said it was delicious. I wonder if there is any more now. I will buy her some canned luncheon meat.

Thinking of this, he began to look for Shunxi, but did not see him.

There was only a round-faced, squinty-eyed man watching at the entrance of the alley, and he had even charged him ten cents when he entered.

Zhang Wenyong walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and asked, "Friend, please tell me if Shunxi is here. I bought canned food from him before, is he still available?"

Errong recognized Zhang Wenyong as soon as he entered the black market today.

A few days ago, Mr. Qian showed everyone the photo and everyone memorized this person's appearance.

When I met him in person today, I found him to be a tall man of about 1.8 meters, looking very energetic. He was not very old, but looked very calm. His narrow eyes revealed a sense of heroism. He matched the person in the photo, there was no doubt about it. They were wearing the same clothes!

As soon as he saw Zhang Wenyong appear, he quickly asked Xiao Mao next to him to run and deliver the letter to Master Qian.

Seeing this person actively approaching him, Errong said in a good-tempered manner: "I have everything here, just bring enough money. Shunxi and I are together, he has been away for the past few days because of something, so it's the same for me, Errong."

When Zhang Wenyong heard this, he thought the other party's words were quite frank. He wondered how much inventory the family actually had.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handed it to the other party first, then lit one for himself. While smoking, he asked tentatively: "Do you have any food? I need a lot."

Errong saw Xiaomao had returned and signaled him to keep watching the black market. He then raised his head to Zhang Wenyong and said, "You need food? Come on, I'll take you inside to talk to Master Qian."

Zhang Wenyong was a little surprised when he saw that it was really possible. He thought to himself: It really is possible. Why am I so... like I have a connection with this black market. Once I get here, everything goes smoothly? Last time, I met that guy with a short haircut here and got evidence of Cheng Baoru's scandal. Could it be that... my luck could be better this time?

He remained expressionless, nodded, and followed the man who called himself Errong.

After turning a corner, we arrived. It turned out to be an alley not far away, and the yard at the head of the alley was there.

Zhang Wenyong followed them while being careful. One had to be on guard when dealing with people from the black market.

The black market in this commune was not big, so he had not taken it too seriously, thinking that there was no food in the black market in the county town, let alone in the commune.

Could it be that there is an unexpected gain today...

Following the person in front of him into the yard, he observed with his peripheral vision that there was a table under a tree in the yard. It was cold, so no one was sitting there and the chairs were not even put there.

The place was cleaned exceptionally well, as if it had been specially tidied, without any debris at all.

The last time Zhang Wenyong bought canned food from Shunxi, he did not come here, but waited at the black market, and the other party ran to get it.

In the past, when he and Hu Zi and a few others hunted prey, they would directly find people in the black market in the county to ship the goods. They had more contact with people there and rarely went to the black market near the cotton mill. This was the first time they entered this yard.

Errong led Zhang Wenyong to the main room in the middle. After he entered, he saw a dark and thin old man sitting on the edge of the kang. He was about fifty years old, with bright eyes and a shrewd look. He looked like the head of the family who had the final say. He should be Mr. Qian.

Zhang Wenyong stood still and listened to Errong's introduction to the other party: "Master Qian, this brother knows Shunxi. He wanted to inquire about it today and wanted to buy a batch of grain, so I brought it here."

Mr. Qian offered his seat and winked at Xiao Si, who was sitting next to him, asking him to pour tea.

Errong moved a chair to Zhang Wenyong and asked him to sit at the table opposite Qian Ye, while he stood beside Qian Ye.

Zhang Wenyong sat down, but he never let down his guard and said, "Master Qian, I don't know how much food you have here. I need a lot. To be honest, there are too many people in the village who can't get enough food, and they are all trying to find a solution."

Mr. Qian nodded and asked casually, "Which village are you from? How much grain do you need? To be honest, we just received a batch last night and there is a second batch today. You are lucky to have caught it. The quantity is not a problem, but as usual, you have to pay for it and receive the goods."

Zhang Wenyong was very surprised, but he didn't show it on his face. He answered calmly, "Of course, but how can we have tens of thousands of kilograms of coarse grain? We are from Sandagou Village, a big village with a large population."

He thought that it was nothing to say all this, nothing had ever happened in this small black market, and this group of people had been here the entire time, so they were considered relatively reliable.

Mr. Qian pretended to think for a moment, then said, "I have tens of thousands of kilograms of sweet potatoes and corn, and some sorghum will arrive tomorrow night. As for the price, I have a special channel and the people behind me have made arrangements. If I sell it to the village, I can give you the lowest price if the shipment volume is large, instead of charging several times the price on the black market."

Zhang Wenyong was so excited when he heard this that he decided to hang out near the cotton mill black market more often! This was really his lucky place.

He asked about the price in detail and said that he would go back to the village and discuss with the village chief and the party secretary to calculate how much grain the villagers could get.

Uncle Qian quoted him a price based on what Lin Zi said: 0.28 yuan per pound for corn and sorghum, and 0.8 cents per pound for sweet potatoes.

Zhang Wenyong knew that the black market prices had already gone up a lot since December, and the bulk price that Mr. Qian was giving now was a few cents to a little over a dime lower than the retail price before the price increase. If this really happened, it would be truly rare.

He agreed immediately and said that he would go back and ask the village to raise money so that the transaction could be completed two nights later. He would come back again in advance at noon that day to find out the details.