When Huang Xiaoqiang returned, Grandma Wu glanced at him and asked, "Is Gu Qing alright?"

Huang Xiaoqiang shook his head, "But he's stopped crying."

That's fine. In her opinion, crying is the most useless thing. If you have the energy to cry, you should think about how to solve the problem.

However, after living two lifetimes, I realized that Gu Qing is still a little girl, and crying can actually help release her pent-up emotions.

The mother and son set off from the telegraph building. Huang Xiaoqiang thought that Wu Laotai was going to the supply and marketing cooperative to find her eldest and third sisters-in-law. Unexpectedly, she turned in a different direction, went around a small alley, took out a dark scarf from her bag and covered his head with it, leaving only her eyes to see where she was going.

"mom?"

No sooner had he shouted than he was slapped hard on the arm. "What are you yelling for? From now on, call me Sister Yellow Ox."

ah?

Then I saw her pull out a tattered yellow scarf and put it on her head, leaving only her eyes showing.

What are you doing?

Then, Old Mrs. Wu took out a white cloth bag and stuffed it into his hand, lowering her voice to say, "In the future, just watch my signals. If I don't tell you to speak, then don't speak, understand?"

Although Huang Xiaoqiang didn't know what Grandma Wu was doing, he still nodded obediently.

"Understood, Sister Huang Niu."

Grandma Wu nodded in satisfaction. Not bad, very savvy.

"Walk."

The mother and son put on another layer of tattered clothes before leaving the alley.

After many twists and turns, Huang Xiaoqiang followed Old Lady Wu to a dilapidated street.

The place was dilapidated, and the people were dressed in rags, but... the things were of good quality.

The eyes behind the scarf couldn't help but widen, scrutinizing every single item.

Rice, wheat flour, and noodles—items that would be snapped up at the supply and marketing cooperative—are readily available here.

There were also stalls selling snacks, such as sesame cakes, steamed buns, and golden egg dumplings.

Are they egg dumplings?

Before he could see clearly, Old Lady Wu had already crossed the street and arrived at the next place.

Huang Xiaoqiang was about to speak when he suddenly remembered what Grandma Wu had told him, so he shut his mouth and followed Grandma Wu around, his heart full of curiosity.

Huang Xiaoqiang looked at the small old lady in front of him, who only reached his chest, and his heart and eyes were filled with surprise at her.

How would his mother know about a place like this?

Could this be the so-called black market?

He knew about the black market from what the thugs told him when he was a gangster.

He had no idea what it looked like inside or what was inside.

Suddenly, Grandma Wu stopped walking. Huang Xiaoqiang was lost in thought and almost bumped into her.

"Sister Huang Niu, what good stuff did you bring today?"

Huang Xiaoqiang quickly regained his composure and stared intently at the person talking to Old Lady Wu.

The person who spoke had just turned around when they noticed the person standing behind Old Lady Wu. Their expression hardened. "Who is he?"

Grandma Wu waved her hand dismissively, "This is one of my little brothers, I brought him out to see the world."

"Groundhog, you don't really distrust me, do you?"

Grandma Wu's tone became indifferent as she reached her hand behind her.

Huang Xiaoqiang immediately realized what was happening and took the white cloth bag he had been carrying out of his arms and placed it in Wu Laotai's hands.

The groundhog's eyes glued to the white cloth bag as soon as it saw it, and a smile appeared on its face. "I believe you! Of course I believe you!"

As he spoke, he reached out his hand, but Old Lady Wu dodged it, looking at him indifferently, "If you want something, you have to be sincere, right? Just this direct?"

The groundhog was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Yes, I was in a hurry."

Then he reached out and patted twice, and a person came out carrying a box.

It slammed onto the table in front of them with a thud, and the sound indicated that the contents were quite heavy.

Grandma Wu raised her chin, and the mole opposite her smiled and opened the box himself.

In the blink of an eye, Huang Xiaoqiang saw that the entire box was covered with colorful bills, and he didn't even dare to imagine how much money there was.

Just as I was recovering from my shock, a strange thought suddenly occurred to me. The sound of the box falling onto the table was not something that could be made by just a few coins.

The mole's gaze swept over Huang Xiaoqiang imperceptibly, and when it finally looked at Old Lady Wu, it found that she was breathing normally, her gaze was calm, and her eyes were not on the box, but were fixed on him.

I couldn't help but feel as if a large hand was tightly gripping my heart.

Lowering her eyes, she asked, "Why are you looking at me like that, Sister Huang Niu?"

"Are you dissatisfied with my sincerity?"

Old Mrs. Wu let out a soft chuckle. If Huang Xiaoqiang could sense something was wrong, how could she not have noticed?

"Your sincerity?" The voice suddenly turned cold. "Your sincerity is just fooling me!"

Old Mrs. Wu suddenly stood up. "Since this deal can't be done, I won't blame you for wasting my time today, considering our past relationship. As for the future... let's talk about the future later."

After saying that, he left. In his haste, the person behind him immediately stepped in front of Old Lady Wu and her son.

Huang Xiaoqiang's face turned cold, and he stepped forward to face the person directly. Although his face could not be seen, the dissatisfaction emanating from him was still palpable.

Old Mrs. Wu gave a cold laugh. Before the groundhog could speak, Old Mrs. Wu yanked Huang Xiaoqiang aside, jumped up, and slapped him hard across the face.

This slap was different from the one he used on his stupid sons at home; he used all his strength.

The person blocking the doorway saw an old woman about to hit him and a sneer appeared on his lips. He even moved his face away to make it easier for her to hit him.

How much strength can a woman, especially an old woman, have? Even if she slapped herself ten times, she might not be able to break the mask on her face, let alone hurt her face.

'Snap!'

The mask on her face shattered instantly, breaking into pieces on the ground. Her face quickly swelled up, and her eyes were squeezed into slits, but the image of Old Lady Wu was deeply imprinted in her eyes.

The groundhog slightly opened its mouth, its wary gaze sweeping over Old Lady Wu.

Although I had seen her strength and skills before, they were only superficial; today was different.

Ada's face is covered by a mask, making it harder than a brick.

The room fell silent for a moment. The groundhog swallowed hard, then came to its senses and a smile appeared on its face.

"What's going on? We're just friends... just joking around, Ada, come back!"

Ada, with a swollen pig face and downcast eyes, returned to the groundhog's back.

No one knew the force of that slap better than him. On the surface, his face was swollen, but in reality, half of his teeth were loose.

"A joke?" Old Mrs. Wu turned around and smiled, looking at him. "If that's the case, you should have said so earlier."

The mole dared not fool her anymore, so he turned around and went back into the house to bring out a box, which he placed solidly in front of her.

Pointing to the boxes from before, he added, "Give those to Sister Huangniu as a token of our appreciation, to calm her nerves..."

Old Mrs. Wu waved her hand, saying, "I only want what I deserve. As for the rest?"