There are a lot of people on the black market, selling all kinds of things.

Fu Jiali turned around and held a pigeon in his hand.

But after walking for such a long time, I didn’t see anyone selling honey.

He was wondering in his heart, buying honey is a big deal, the lemon honey tea that his wife has been craving for must be available today.

Fortunately, hard work pays off.

When Fu Jiali was about to reach the end, he actually found someone selling honey.

He strode forward, feeling quite confused, because as far as he could remember, there was no stall here.

Could it be that it just stood up?

Fu Jiali didn't think much about it. Buying honey was the key.

At this moment, a woman was sitting in front of the stall. She was also wearing a square scarf on her head. She didn't even raise her head, but in front of her was a large jar of honey.

Fu Jiali asked anxiously: "Auntie, how much do you sell this honey for?"

The woman who was called Auntie still didn't look up. When she heard Fu Jiali's voice, her hands moved slower.

"One dollar and five cents a pound..."

She spoke in a panic, deliberately lowering her voice, but the sound made Fu Jiali raise his eyebrows.

It feels like I've heard it somewhere before.

But Fu Jiali had no idea where it was exactly.

Could it be a patient he had treated before?

Fu Jiali's attention was focused on the price of the honey.

"Auntie, you said 1.5 yuan per pound?"

You know, even in supply and marketing cooperatives or pharmacies, honey costs 1.81 yuan per pound, and you need a ticket.

This is a black market.

It's unbelievably cheap at one dollar and fifty cents.

The aunt shuddered and added quickly.

"Well... one dollar and fifty cents a pound, but you need a ticket. Food tickets, oil tickets, meat tickets, any tickets will do."