The vendors around were watching coldly, with pleasure in their eyes. It was obvious that this man often came here to take advantage.

"Let me go, or I'll sue you!" the man glared at Jiang Chunlin fiercely.

Jiang Chunlin smiled wickedly, his tone as cold as ice, "Okay, the county town is so small, if you dare to report it, I will come to your house every day to harass your family."

Jiang Chunlin deliberately disguised himself into a face that could not be found even if thrown into a crowd of people. At this moment, his eyes seemed to contain knives, and every word he said was directed at the man.

Nowadays, the timid are afraid of the bold, and the bold are afraid of the aggressive.

The man snorted coldly, struggled to break free from Jiang Chunlin, turned around and ran away.

"Well done young man, this guy deserves to be punished!" said the vendor next to him with relief.

Jiang Chunlin looked at the man who ran away in fear and said indifferently, "He is just a coward who only bullies the weak and fears the strong!"

Everyone laughed!

"Comrade, I want spicy strips." Wang Guimei pointed at the spicy strips and said to Shen Qinghe.

Shen Qinghe was afraid that Wang Guimei would recognize her, so she lowered her voice and eyebrows and wrapped it for her in oil paper.

Wang Guimei always feels a sense of familiarity when looking at Shen Qinghe.

She is ugly, but a nice person, and she is not the kind of person who judges people by their appearance.

Looking at the snacks that Shen Qinghe had not yet sold, he said regretfully, "Someone in our family compound also wants them. I wanted to give them to them, but I was afraid that some people would suspect that I was taking advantage of them. I had good intentions, but it would be meaningless if people misunderstood that I was making a profit from the price difference."

People of her age basically stay at home to take care of their grandchildren and do housework, while her daughter-in-law and son both go to work.

My grandson is too young to come out.

Wang Guimei is a warm-hearted person. When she buys snacks and meets acquaintances with children in the staff quarters, she will pinch some for the children to taste.

There are also greedy grandmothers who want to eat but have no choice but to take care of their grandchildren.

She wanted to help them but was afraid of getting into trouble, so she just gave up.

Shen Qinghe's eyes lit up, "Aunt, I can take the things to the family compound to sell."

Wang Guimei was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's great, can you come tomorrow?"

"Sure." Shen Qinghe thought for a moment and said, "I'll go there at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. Which family compound are you in?"

"Guanghua Garment Factory." Wang Guimei pointed in a direction. "Here, just keep going along this road. It's there after two intersections. It's easy to find."

Shen Qinghe looked in the direction Wang Guimei pointed and silently memorized the route.

"Okay, I'll go there at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning." After thinking for a while, Shen Qinghe pulled Wang Guimei aside and said in a low voice, "Aunt, I know you are not short of money. If you introduce me to some business, I will give your grandson some snacks."

Shen Qinghe had her own plans for doing this. Firstly, she could ask Wang Guimei to help her introduce business. Secondly, since the people were introduced by her, they should be reliable.

Now the higher-ups don't allow her to do business openly, so she has to do it secretly.

Wang Guimei is a person who cares about her reputation. Having money is one thing, but having others talk about it is another.

She was laughing so hard that her face had a few more wrinkles and her excited dialect came out.

"No motor? I'll wait for you at the gate of the family compound at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Okay!" Shen Qinghe said with a smile.

Wang Guimei happily walked away with the basket.

Shen Qinghe looked at Jiang Chunlin proudly.

Jiang Chunlin raised his eyebrows. Just as someone wanted medicinal herbs, he went to serve the customer.

Wang Guimei bought most of the snacks, and the rest were sold out soon.

Shen Qinghe looked at the medicinal herbs that Jiang Chunlin had not sold half of, and hesitated whether to wait for him or go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a bicycle by herself.

Jiang Chunlin quickly put the unsold herbs into a snakeskin bag and said, "Let's go."

"But you haven't sold it yet." Shen Qinghe said.

"I'll take it to the pharmacy later." Jiang Chunlin took the empty snakeskin bag from Shen Qinghe's hand and held it in his hand.

The herbs he collected are all commonly used herbs and are sold in Chinese medicine stores.

Shen Qinghe was selling things on the black market, so he followed her out of concern.

The Chinese medicine shop was just opposite the supply and marketing cooperative, and Jiang Chunlin went in carrying a snakeskin bag.

"Here you are!" The boss saw Jiang Chunlin coming in and smiled and asked him to sit in the inner room.

Seeing Shen Qinghe following behind him, he asked with a smile, "Is this your wife?"

"Yes, it's her." Jiang Chunlin was rarely embarrassed, his ears were a little red, he glanced at Shen Qinghe and motioned her to follow him.

Shen Qinghe smiled at the boss, "Hello!"

"Hello!" The boss smiled and took the two of them to the inner room and personally poured them a glass of water.

The boss took a look at the medicinal herbs that Jiang Chunlin brought, called his waiter over, and asked him to weigh them and settle the bill.

After a while, the clerk took the account book and money to show the boss.

The boss took a look and said it was ok, then handed the money to Jiang Chunlin and said, "Send me the herbs when you have them in the future."

Shen Qinghe looked at Jiang Chunlin in surprise. Was he going to the black market just for her?

He could have avoided taking risks and just sent the herbs directly to the pharmacy.

Jiang Chunlin said a few words to the boss and then stood up to leave.

The boss saw them out and stood at the door of the pharmacy, watching Jiang Chunlin and Shen Qinghe enter the supply and marketing cooperative opposite, muttering in a low voice, "What a pity, Chunlin is very talented in traditional Chinese medicine, but it's a pity that he doesn't want to learn from me."

Jiang Chunlin and Shen Qinghe went straight to the place where bicycles were sold.

The saleswoman was a woman in her thirties, knitting a sweater in her hands. She glanced at them indifferently and asked impatiently, "What do you want?"

"I want a bicycle, a Forever brand." Shen Qinghe knew that the sales staff working in the supply and marketing cooperatives in this era were very powerful, and those who could work here were basically people with connections.

The woman looked at Shen Qinghe and Jiang Chunlin in surprise. They were wearing rags, but they could actually afford a bicycle. They must be playing a joke on her, right?

“Do you have a bicycle ticket?”

Without saying a word, Shen Qinghe took out the bicycle ticket from her pocket and gave it to her.

The woman then put down the unfinished sweater in her hands, led the two to the warehouse, pointed at the bicycle parked there, and said, "Go get it yourself."

Shen Qinghe was a little excited when she saw the shiny bicycle. She had wanted a bicycle since she was a child, but her grandfather didn't buy her one because she thought it was dangerous. She was always picked up and dropped off at school by her grandfather's guards.

After taking two steps, someone grabbed his arm.

Jiang Chunlin let go of Shen Qinghe, "Wait here, I'll go get it. If you get hurt, I'll have to take you to the hospital. Medicine is expensive."

Shen Qinghe was so angry that her breath got choked in her throat. The medicine might be expensive, but hers isn't, right?

She suppressed her anger because he got her a bicycle ticket.

Jiang Chunlin pushed the bicycle over and looked at Shen Qinghe.

Gave her all the money.

Shen Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then quickly took out 120 yuan from his pocket and handed it to the salesperson.

"I'll pull another piece of clothing for you." Jiang Chunlin said to Shen Qinghe while pushing the bicycle and looking at the cloth.

Shen Qinghe glanced at Jiang Chunlin and didn't refuse. That girl didn't like beautiful clothes.

"Yarn, defective yarn, no tickets required!"

Shen Qinghe was choosing the color of the fabric when the salesperson standing in front of her suddenly shouted loudly, and then piled a pile of colorful wool on the counter.

The sudden shout scared Shen Qinghe so much that she trembled.