Other stall owners would put their goods on display and greet people when they saw them coming.

This stall owner is different.

Not only did he not greet people proactively, but he also ignored people who came to ask him about it and just pointed to the wooden board in front of him.

Song Ruan walked closer and found that there were words written on the upright wooden board.

What it roughly means is that the farm tools and knives on the stalls are not sold individually, but have to be exchanged for ginseng that is more than ten years old.

Song Ruan looked at the stall on the ground again, on which were placed five kitchen knives, five hoes, and two shovels.

"With this little bit of iron, you want to exchange it for a ginseng that's over ten years old?"

There are many ginsengs in the black soil of Songruan Space, all of which are more than ten years old, but this does not mean that she is being taken advantage of.

"Yes, if you have it, change it. If you don't have it, don't say anything." The stall owner sat on the ground, saying listlessly.

In fact, he knew very well that it was a bit of taking advantage of others to use such a small piece of iron tool to exchange for ginseng.

But he had no choice!

His mother's illness requires the use of ginseng to treat it. As a master craftsman in a large state-owned factory, he has been providing this treatment for many years. Now he really can't afford it anymore. These iron tools were secretly brought out from the factory by him.

However, even after selling all the iron tools, he still couldn't buy a single ginseng in the pharmacy, so he could only try his luck here to see if there was anyone who had dug up ginseng but didn't know the market price.

If he really gets the replacement, then his mother will still have some time to live. If he doesn't, then he has done his best.

"I happen to have a ten-year-old ginseng, but I won't trade it for these iron tools. It's unrealistic for you to wait for such a rip-off. How about you sell me two hoes and two shovels?"

The hoe and shovel in her space were badly worn and needed to be replaced with new ones, which was also necessary for growing vegetables in the yard.

"Do you really have ginseng?" the stall owner perked up a little.

"Yes, but I won't exchange them. Would you like to sell me the hoe and shovel separately?"

The stall owner did not answer her. Instead, he glanced around vigilantly and then took out a cloth bag from behind his back mysteriously.

He opened the cloth bag a little, revealing an army green leather case.

"Look, it's a dagger!"

The stall owner carefully looked around again before opening the scabbard of the dagger a little, revealing the blade inside for her to see.

"How is it? Is it sharp? This is a military dagger!"

The stall owner said this proudly, quickly closed the scabbard and hid the cloth bag behind him again.

"If you really have ginseng, I can give you this dagger. It will be perfect for you little girls to use for self-defense. How about that?"

Song Ruan shook her head: "Nothing."

She was indeed attracted by his dagger. If she met a bad guy, she could take it out to defend herself.

But because she has the space, there is no problem of inconvenience in carrying. As long as it is a sharp iron tool, she can take it out at any time and put it in the space to achieve the effect of self-defense.

Therefore, this smuggled military dagger was just the icing on the cake for her, and was not something she must have.

The stall owner didn't expect her to be so stubborn, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Bring the ginseng here for me to see first. If it's confirmed to be genuine, I can add some more."

Song Ruan thought about it for a while and agreed.

"Okay, wait for me for a moment, I'll go get it."

She was quite interested in the stall owner's hidden card.

Song Ruan found a deserted place, pulled out a wild ginseng from the black soil in the space, shook off the dirt on it, then wrapped it in a piece of cloth and put it in his bag.

"Here, this is ginseng that is about ten years old."

Song Ruan squatted in front of the stall and showed him the ginseng. "Tell me, what else can you add?"

When the stall owner saw that she really had ginseng, his eyes widened and he kept his eyes glued to it.

After Song Ruan showed it to him, she immediately wrapped the ginseng and put it into her bag.

The stall owner had to withdraw his gaze with regret. He licked his lips and spoke in a low voice.

"My wife works at the meat processing factory. If you sell me the ginseng, I can ask her to bring you 20 kilograms of meat from the factory."

"A meat processing factory?"

Song Ruan's destination today is the market, the supply and marketing cooperative, and finally the meat processing plant.

But a large state-owned factory like the meat processing plant was her least hopeful option.

She didn't expect that the stall owner's wife worked at the meat processing factory.

"Yes, the meat processing plant. Even though it is now possible to do business privately, it is not easy to eat meat. Even if everyone raises pigs now, it will take a year before we can eat meat..."

"I don't want meat." Song Ruan interrupted his chattering.

"Since your wife works at the meat processing factory, could you introduce her to me? I want to meet the leader of the meat processing factory."

"Meet, meet the leader?" The stall owner looked a little frightened.

"Just get me into the factory."

This stall owner and his wife would take things out of the factory, which showed that he was afraid of meeting the leader, so Song Ruan only asked to be able to bring her into the factory.

Nowadays, in state-owned factories, you usually can’t even get through the door without an introduction.

"I can let my wife take you in, but you can't do anything wrong after you get in."

"Don't worry, a girl like me can't do anything wrong. I just want to see if I can run into the leader and buy some meat from the factory."

After the negotiation, Song Ruan happily gave the ginseng to the stall owner.

She took the iron tools and dagger given by the stall owner, found a deserted place to put them away, and then went to have a leisurely lunch.

Then she went to buy two packs of cigarettes and a few packets of tea, put them in a bag and held them in her hand.

After finishing these things, Song Ruan went to the entrance of the meat processing factory to wait for the stall owner's wife.

When Song Ruan arrived at the entrance of the meat processing factory, the stall owner and his wife were not there.

But Song Ruan was not worried that the stall owner would turn her down. After all, a wild ginseng could not be eaten for too long. She promised to pay him the same price next time she dug one.

Sure enough, the stall owner appeared after a while.

"Girl, my wife won't be free until noon, so we have to wait here at the door for a while."

"Yeah, it's okay." Song Ruan said lightly.

The stall owner saw that she didn't have any iron tools in her hands, so he asked, "Did you take the hoe and other things home?"

"Yeah." Song Ruan nodded.

Seeing that she didn't seem to want to chat, the stall owner tactfully stopped talking.

The two of them waited quietly at the door for a long time before a middle-aged woman came out. She was the stall owner's wife.

"Dad, I heard you were looking for me?"

"Yes, this girl sold me a 10-year-old ginseng, and asked me to take her to the meat processing factory. She wanted to ask the factory leader to issue a permit to buy meat."

The stall owner's wife frowned and said, "I'm just an ordinary worker. How can I have a say with the boss?"

"Aunt, you just need to bring me in. You don't have to worry about whether I can get a permit to buy meat."

After hearing what Song Ruan said, the stall owner's wife breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, then come in with me."

The stall owner's wife turned around and went in, and Song Ruan followed closely.

"What are you doing?" the guard asked, looking at Song Ruan who was not wearing work clothes.

The stall owner's wife quickly put on a smile and said, "This is my niece. She wanted to come over to ask the leader about hiring."

"Then come over here and register."

"Go ahead." The stall owner's wife said to Song Ruan.

Song Ruan filled in the information readily and then entered the meat processing factory.

"Here, the fat guy is our deputy factory manager."

The stall owner's wife pointed to a figure emerging from an office in the distance and introduced it to Song Ruan.

"It seems the factory director is not here today. If you want to buy meat, you can find the deputy factory director or the secretary. They can write a note for you."

"Okay." Song Ruan gave her a pack of tea leaves, "Thank you for your introduction."

The stall owner's wife shook the tea leaves in her hands, looking somewhat happy.

"Then I'm going to work. Once you buy the meat, get out quickly."

After saying that, she left, and Song Ruan went to the deputy director's office.

"Hello, Director." Song Ruan knocked on the door and omitted the word "detail" when greeting.

Sure enough, the people inside were in a good mood when they were called by this title.

"What's up?"

Although the deputy factory director was called a little lightly, he still looked arrogant.

"I want to buy meat." Song Ruan went straight to the point.

The deputy factory manager said without thinking, "If you want to buy meat, you can line up at the door."

In addition to processing meat products and supplying raw meat to the supply and marketing cooperatives, the meat processing plant also sells fresh raw meat at its doorstep every day.

So there will be people queuing up early in the morning.

Those who line up in the front can buy lard, pork chop and the like, while those at the end of the line can only buy inferior meat with bones.

"I don't buy big pieces of meat. I just want to buy some chicken feet, duck feet, duck necks, etc."

Song Ruan placed two packs of cigarettes and two packets of tea on the deputy director's desk.

The deputy factory manager listened to her request, looked at the things on the table, and said with a smile.

"The feet and necks of chickens and ducks are meatless. People don't want these. You might as well buy some carp. I can get you a receipt."

Song Ruan shook her head gently: "Thank you, Director, but I just want to buy these."

The deputy factory manager stopped trying to persuade him, "This is easy. These things are what we usually sell left over every day. How many do you want?"

"One hundred pounds a day."

"One hundred pounds! Every day?"

"Well, is that okay?"

"Of course you can." The deputy factory director looked at her hesitantly, but finally held back and didn't ask any more questions.

The meat processing plant slaughters hundreds of pigs, chickens and ducks every day.

Therefore, it is completely fine to give her a permit for 100 kilograms of inferior meat such as claw neck.

"Then I'll write you a note and you can come here every day to buy it."

"Okay, thank you very much."

Song Ruan didn't expect that the meat processing factory business would be so smooth.

Before going back, Song Ruan bought some large bones without meat, which were leftovers from other stores.

Song Ruan didn't mind either, she wanted to drink the broth made from bones.

Song Ruan took the approval slip and the things she bought and went home happily.

When she got home, she checked the mailbox as usual to see if there was any letter, and there really was.

The letter was written by Yang Bin.

Song Ruan was sitting in the living room and immediately opened the letter happily.

However, the more she looked, the more her brows furrowed.

In the first half of the letter, one can see Yang Bin's restrained joy.

As soon as Song Ruan was found to be pregnant, her eldest brother immediately told Yang Bin and the whole family. This was the first letter Yang Bin replied to after he knew about it.

The second half, which is believable, talks about him going on a mission.

There will be a reward after the task is successfully completed, and this reward can be exchanged for a two-month vacation so that he can come back to accompany her to give birth to the child.

The reason why Song Ruan frowned was, what kind of task could allow a two-month vacation?

You know, his school is under military management, without even winter and summer vacations, and only ten days of home visit leave each year.

Therefore, she felt a little uneasy.

However, there was no point for her to worry now.

It would take about ten days for the letter to arrive from Yang Bin. Now that she had received the letter, she thought he must have already been on the mission.

While she was worried, she heard some chattering at the door.

"Song Ruan, you're back?"

As soon as Zhao Meili opened the door, she walked towards Song Ruan happily.

"Song Ruan, do you know? The rascal you were talking about came here to cause trouble today, but as soon as Brother Li came out of the shop and threatened him a few times, he ran away in shame! Hahahaha~"

Zhao Meili laughed wildly, and Song Ruan was also infected by her good mood.

"I bought some big bones today, we can make soup in the next few days. Also, I bought some vegetables and tofu at the market. We also have eggs and bacon at home, so we can cook a hearty dinner tonight."

After hearing what Song Ruan said, Liu Guilan couldn't help but be moved, and she told her about her plans.

"Song Ruan, Dayong and I have already discussed it. From now on, Dayong will cook in the shop. If he doesn't have time to cook, I can also get some food from the cafeteria. We can't eat your food every day, and it's all good food."

"Yeah, okay." Song Ruan nodded. This method was indeed a good one. It would not make Li Dayong and the child feel like living under someone else's roof.

"Then I will give you the monthly meal money later. Let's cook together today."

"Why do you want more money for the meal?" Liu Guilan was a little anxious.

"I said before that I would provide food and lodging, so that means I will provide food and lodging."

Song Ruan stopped her from making excuses and talked about another matter.

She took out the approval slip from her bag. "This is the approval slip from the meat processing factory. With this slip, I can buy 100 kilograms of chicken and duck feet and necks from the meat processing factory every day."

"You, you even got the approval slip?" Liu Guilan opened her mouth in shock.

She had only been out for half a day, but she had already prepared the most important ingredients?

At the beginning, when Song Ruan said she wanted to sell braised pork, she was still worried whether this business could be successful. Unexpectedly, the other party completed half of the task in just half a day.

"I understand. I will definitely go to the meat processing plant early every day to buy meat." Li Dayong took the order seriously. "But, isn't one hundred kilograms a day too much?"

"It's okay. We'll sell as many as we can. We'll eat the rest ourselves." Song Ruan said indifferently.

"The price of the chicken and duck feet and necks I negotiated with the meat processing factory is 1.2 cents per pound, so 100 pounds is 12 yuan. I'll pay you ten days' pay first."

Song Ruan handed a stack of money that had been counted long ago to Li Dayong.

"There's 120 dollars for 10 days of food, and 10 dollars in advance for your wages. I'll discuss the specific salary with you later. How do you think?"

"Ah? What?" Li Dayong raised his head blankly, not knowing what she was asking.

From the moment he received so much money, his mind was so shocked that he didn't know where to go.