Zhang Shuguang, a struggling author from the 21st century, spent years staying up late writing. He finally died from overwork and became a member of the transmigration army.
However, Zhang Sh...
"Grandson, if something unexpected happens, you have to be careful. We can keep the things, but we must not let anyone get hurt.
As long as our family is safe and sound, the hard times will eventually pass."
The family sent Zhang Shuguang to the door. Liu Guixiang held her eldest grandson's hand and kept giving him instructions.
"Grandma, don't worry. I understand all this. If the security team really comes to catch me, I will definitely run faster than anyone else."
"Xiao Guang, I'll leave the door open for you at night. You must come back safely."
Su Hong's voice was already filled with tears. She blamed herself for being useless and unable to support her children, forcing her son to take risks in the black market at such a young age.
"Mom, just go to sleep peacefully. I'll be back after I change my things."
"Grandson, bring your dagger with you for self-defense."
The old man was the most practical. He stuffed the dagger directly into Zhang Shuguang's arms.
After saying goodbye to his family, Zhang Shuguang, carrying his backpack, quietly blended into the darkness.
As soon as he left his family's sight, Zhang Shuguang put the wild boar meat into the system space.
Dongfeng County is about ten miles away from Zhangzhuang. With Zhang Shuguang's current physical condition, it only takes about forty minutes to walk there.
Walking alone on the quiet mountain road, the night breeze brought cool breezes. Zhang Shuguang felt a little excited and expectant as he was about to see the black market that many writers in the past could not avoid.
If someone sells gold or antiques, their gold coins will accumulate rapidly, and they won't have to be frugal when buying things in the future. When the gold coins reach a certain level, new functions may be unlocked.
If he wasn't afraid of attracting wolves, Zhang Shuguang would have wanted to sing one of his signature songs in the bathroom.
When they were about two or three miles out of the village, Zhang Shuguang's excitement finally passed.
The night wind blew through the mountains and forests, making a rustling sound, mixed with the cries of unknown wild beasts. Among the mounds on the hillside, phosphorous lights flickered, adding a sense of horror to the darkness.
"I miscalculated. If I had known, I would have let Grandpa come along."
There are only two things that cannot be faked, one is a person's alcohol tolerance, and the other is courage. Zhang Shuguang felt that his sweat pores stood up.
As a college student of the new era, he also knew that the flickering will-o'-the-wisp fire was nothing more than bones exposed on the surface, being converted from phosphate to phosphine.
Phosphine is a gaseous substance with a very low ignition point. It will burn when it comes into contact with air at room temperature.
But understanding the scientific principles is one thing, and being afraid is another.
When people are nervous and scared, they will involuntarily speed up their pace. The journey that originally took forty minutes took just half an hour for Zhang Shuguang to arrive at the outskirts of the city.
In the 1960s, the roads in the county town were slightly wider than those in the countryside, and the houses were basically the same.
A few scattered two-story buildings are considered landmark buildings in Dongfeng County.
Zhang Shuguang had never been to the black market, but he had heard others talk about it. The address of the black market was not a secret.
There are two black markets in Dongfeng County, one of which is located in a small street behind the living area of the machinery factory.
This is where workers gather, and most of the items sold here are daily necessities.
There is also a black market in a forest west of the city, which mainly sells stolen goods and things that cannot be seen in the light.
The reason for choosing outside the city is because there are open areas on all sides, making it convenient for escape.
The black market that Zhang Shuguang is going to tonight is the one behind the living area of the machinery factory.
This black market is not as big as the one in the west of the city, but most of the people inside are workers, so it is much safer.
When they were almost at the small street, Zhang Shuguang covered his face with a piece of black cloth that his grandmother had prepared for him, and then put the wild boar meat back into the backpack.
“Buy or sell?”
It is called a small street, but in fact it is just a wider alley. As soon as he reached the entrance of the alley, Zhang Shuguang was stopped by two young men who were smoking at the intersection.
"Sell." Zhang Shuguang pointed to the basket on his back.
"You can get in by paying ten cents."
People come here to consume things and don’t have to pay. People come here to sell things to make money and have to pay management fees. After all, the managers of the black market also need to pay tribute.
Zhang Shuguang's pockets are cleaner than his face. Let alone a dime, he can't even take out a penny now.
But this did not pose a problem for him. It was the first year of three years of natural disasters, and famine was occurring all over the country. He did not believe that the managers of the black market would keep him, a pork seller, out for just one dime.
"That's such a shame. Let's sell it to the state-owned canteen tomorrow!"
In the past, the quota supply for state-owned units was all supplied by the Commercial Bureau, but now the supply is insufficient, so the higher-ups have come up with a solution: unplanned procurement.
Any prey hunted by the members can be sent to major state-owned units, and each unit will open its doors to welcome them.
The reason why Zhang Shuguang chose this place was, firstly, that he wanted to experience the legendary black market, and secondly, the state-owned units could only exchange money and various bills for you, but there were no antiques there to exchange for you.
"Wait a minute, little brother, is it meat?"
There is no fool who can be responsible for leaking information in the black market. There is no shortage of food in the state-owned canteens, what is lacking is meat.
"Yes, I was lucky today. I killed a wild boar. My family had more than enough to eat, so I thought of exchanging it for something on the black market. Unfortunately, I was in a hurry to leave today and forgot to bring any money."
After saying this, Zhang Shuguang turned around and left without any reluctance.
"Little brother, wait a moment, it's all a misunderstanding, don't leave in a hurry!"
The two young men didn't even bother to smoke their cigarettes. They threw their cigarette butts on the ground and chased after him.
"Little brother, you smoke."
The two young men took out the Daqianmen cigarettes from their pockets and acted very flatteringly.
Today, Captain Song from the security team found Boss Liao, who runs the black market, and asked him to help get some meat.
The county government cafeteria has not seen any meat for more than a month. The comrades are full of complaints, and the county magistrate is also quite annoyed.
How can we expect our comrades to serve the people wholeheartedly if they can’t even get enough to eat?
Captain Song said it very directly. If Boss Liao could get the meat, the law enforcement team would continue to turn a blind eye and everyone would live in peace.
If even this can't be done, then there is no need for this black market to exist.
As soon as the market opened tonight, Boss Liao sent people to monitor the black market. As soon as someone sold chickens or eggs, they would immediately buy them away at the black market price.
But the government is short of food, let alone ordinary people. If the family is not really in trouble, who would be willing to sell their chicken butt bank?
Boss Liao worked for more than an hour and collected two old hens and more than twenty eggs. For the more than 200 staff members in the government compound, it was just a drop in the bucket.
As soon as Boss Liao left cursing, Zhang Shuguang came with a backpack on his back.
If this young man got angry and left because of a ten-cent management fee, Boss Liao would skin them both alive when he found out.