Gu Xiliang said excitedly, "No, didn't you see my face? It's painted with this too. Hurry up, let's go in together once it's finished."

Jiang Jinhua still frowned, looking disgusted.

Gu Xiliang hooked his arm around the back of Jiang Jinhua's neck, closing the distance between them: "Come on, brother, let's turn into charcoal faces together."

As he spoke, he kept slapping the charcoal in his hand onto Jiang Jinhua's face.

Jiang Jinhua felt like dying.

In the end, they simply gave up and let him do whatever he wanted.

Not long after that.

Then Gu Xiliang put away his charcoal with satisfaction.

"Haha, now we're the same."

After saying that, he put his arm around Jiang Jinhua's shoulder and led her toward the black market.

"Come on, brother, I'll show you around our black market. By the way, change your voice if you can."

Jiang Jinhua nodded and followed him into the black market.

This time, Ah Gui, the gatekeeper of the black market, didn't stop them; he had clearly recognized them.

Later, Jiang Jinhua learned that after Gu Xiliang's attempt to sell pig intestines on the black market failed, he still kept thinking about selling things on the black market.

If he didn't know what to sell, he would go up the mountain to find something edible and sell it.

At first, we sold some wild fruits, some of which were sour.

At first, he thought he wouldn't be able to sell any more. When he was about to pack up and go home, he met an old woman who wanted to buy some sour fruit to take home for her daughter-in-law.

Back then, a big basket of fruit could only be sold for 50 cents.

Although it was only 50 cents, it excited Gu Xiliang; he saw hope.

So during this period, he went to the mountains one after another to find things to sell.

Today it's wild fruit, tomorrow it's wild vegetables. Once he even found a nest of eggs and sold them for three yuan.

Today was no different. He had just sold out of what he brought and was about to leave when he ran into Jiang Jinhua.

During this time, he managed to save up some of his own money.

Eighteen yuan and fifty-five cents.

In just twenty days, I've earned so much. Although it's not as high as the wages of those workers, it's much better than earning work points.

Moreover, Gu Xiliang had been here for a while and had become familiar with the people in the black market. Whenever the red-armbanded inspectors came to check, he was always the first to receive the news and escape without being caught.

Jiang Jinhua looked at the items in the black market; most were food, and very few were useful.

Suddenly, he stopped in front of a stall.

There was nothing in front of the stall except a ceramic jar.

This thing is completely useless to people nowadays. The stall owner was an elderly woman wearing a scarf, so her face was obscured.

But for some reason, Jiang Jinhua felt a sense of familiarity when she looked at it, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

When the woman saw someone stop in front of her stall, her already dull eyes lit up instantly: "Do you want this ceramic jar? It's been passed down in my family for generations. I'm at my wit's end, I just want to exchange it for some money for medicine." She coughed as she spoke.

Gu Xiliang wanted to pull Jiang Jinhua away. He had seen her for several days, but no one was willing to buy her things.

He didn't want it either.

Everyone is struggling to make ends meet these days, let alone this jar. This old woman actually wants to exchange it for a 10,000-yuan note.

Everyone who knows her says she's crazy.

But the old woman was still very stubborn.

The more Jiang Jinhua looked at the ceramic, the more familiar it seemed, but he couldn't quite place where he had seen it before. However, he had a strong urge to buy it.

After watching for a while, Jiang Jinhua turned to Gu Xiliang beside him and said, "Brother, lend me some money. I'll pay you back when we get back."

Gu Xiliang could hardly believe that Jiang Jinhua actually wanted to buy this broken jar.

What's so great about this stuff? A friend of his has plenty of it, but he just threw it away in the woodshed because he didn't like it.

"Brother, if you want something, a friend of mine has it. Take it or leave it, it's free. Don't bother buying this one."

He dragged Jiang Jinhua away.

Seeing this, the old woman's eyes dimmed again. She didn't insist and continued to guard her ceramic jar.

Jiang Jinhua seemed rooted to the spot, and no matter how hard Gu Xiliang tried to pull her, he couldn't budge her.

He stretched out his hand to Gu Xiliang: "Brother, lend me some money first, I'll pay you back when I get back."

It's not that the money can't be lent, but Gu Xiliang really doesn't think it's worth it.

Are you really sure you want this?

Jiang Jinhua nodded.

Helpless, Gu Xiliang pulled out all his belongings and took out his only ten-yuan note: "Here! Don't regret it."

Jiang Jinhua accepted the money with a beaming smile: "Thank you. I'll pay you back when I see my sister."

Gu Xiliang waved his hand dismissively.

The old woman almost burst into tears when she saw the large commemorative plaque.

With trembling hands, she carefully wrapped the ceramic jar in a black cloth.

"Here you go, young man, this ceramic is yours from now on. You'll be rewarded."

Watching the old man's hunched back as he left, Jiang Jinhua felt a pang of sadness for no apparent reason.

...

Meanwhile, after buying paper and pens, Jiang Jinxiu and Mo Caixia witnessed a good show two alleys away from the police station.

A woman was covering her head, being beaten by a man and two women.

"It hurts, stop hitting me, stop hitting me."

A familiar voice reached Jiang Jinxiu's ears.

It seems she really wasn't mistaken; that person was indeed Song Wan'er.

These are all familiar faces.

"It's all your fault! You lied to us! Gu Xichen and Jiang Jinxiu were home that day, but you lied and said they weren't. You even tricked us into trying to snatch the child, causing us to be beaten so badly and take so long to recover. And now you have the nerve to come looking for us again? I'll beat you to death..."

"It's all because of that bitch that I hit her."

...

Curses and screams filled the air.

Mo Caixia originally wanted to go and save the people, but when she heard the content of the conversation and heard the names Jiang Jinxiu and Gu Xichen, she stopped.

Seeing that Jiang Jinxiu hadn't followed, he turned around.

Jiang Jinxiu leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, watching the show.

He had a look of anticipation on his face, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Mo Caixia walked to Jiang Jinxiu's side and touched her hand. "Do you know her?"

Jiang Jinxiu nodded. How could she not recognize these people?

An enemy, who thought she had disappeared and would never return.

The others are Yang's mother and Yang Wei, and the third one should be Yang Wei's wife, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

She finally understood why Yang's mother still wanted to go back and take Gu Mingzhen and Gu Mingzhu away.

So it turns out someone instigated it.

Seeing that the people in front were tired from fighting.

Jiang Jinxiu clapped.

"Okay, okay, very good."

Upon hearing this sound, Yang's mother and Yang Wei began to tremble uncontrollably.

Yang Wei's wife looked at her with a somewhat blank expression.

Seeing how beautiful Jiang Jinxiu was, a dark glint flashed in his eyes. He subconsciously looked at Yang Wei, and when he saw that Yang Wei and his mother were in a bad mood, he frowned and asked, "Who are you?"