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...
It wasn't that he was impolite or that he had never seen food before, but the heavy breathing around him scared him.
When everyone is hungry, don't doubt the impact that more than 40 kilograms of flour will have on everyone.
When people have nothing to eat, their moral bottom line will drop again and again, and they will do anything.
"Little brother, I have some cloth here. Can I exchange it for a few pounds of food for you?"
Someone suddenly broke the silence around them.
"Little brother, I have a Shanghai watch. It's 90% new. Considering your age, it's time for you to find a wife, right? Wearing a watch will definitely make you look good."
"Little brother, I have some food coupons and meat coupons here, do you need them?"
"Old Ghost, please step aside. There is no grain left in the supply and marketing cooperative. The rations purchased with the grain and oil coupons have become substitute grains. Little brother, your grain and meat coupons are useless.
"Little brother, I have a bicycle ticket here. If you have a bicycle, you can choose any girl from any village within ten miles."
No one cared whether they would be recognized by acquaintances. They gathered around Zhang Shuguang and tried their best to sell what they had.
"Everyone, I only have about 30 kilograms of food left, which I gave to the old comrade just now. I will come back when I have more food."
Zhang Shuguang showed the backpack to everyone to prove that he was not lying.
"Alas! What a pity!"
"Little brother, will you come tomorrow? I'll keep my watch for you."
A group of people beat their chests and stamped their feet, secretly cursing themselves for being so blind that they were beaten to the lead by a novice old man.