Neither of them revealed too much information about themselves, and they left here.

The old lady hurried back to the hospital, and was about to find the doctor to pay the surgery fee. When she felt her pocket, she found that there was a total of 80 yuan in her pocket, more than three large banknotes. She couldn't help but wipe away tears behind her husband's back.

…

Pei Manning strung the pocket watch with a red string and placed it in the Xumi world. This watch was quite expensive and not suitable to be exposed outdoors.

With a pocket watch, it is much more convenient for her to go anywhere and she doesn't have to worry about going too early or too late.

In the next few days, apart from working at the publishing house, she would take a map and wander around famous places in Shanghai.

She smeared a little brown and yellow pearl powder on her face, wore a scarf, and dressed in an ordinary way. She couldn't be too rustic. It is said that one should respect the clothes first and then the person. If she dressed too poorly, people would look down on her, which would do her no good.

The section of Wusong Road near Tiantong Road is close to the Sanjiaodi vegetable market. It is surrounded by densely packed red houses and alleys. I noticed many people carrying things and glancing at each other while walking. If their eyes met, they would walk into the alley without any prior arrangement.

"Sister, do you need anything?" A little boy of about ten years old passed by Pei Manning and asked quietly, lifting the cloth covering the basket.

Pei Manning: “…”

Everyone asked the same question. Does the word "rich" appear on her forehead?

But she still couldn't help but look into the little boy's basket, which contained a basket of country eggs, about twenty of them.

After the little boy finished speaking, he picked up the basket and walked into the alley without looking back.

She had no shortage of eggs now, but she still followed him into the alley as if nothing had happened, all the way to the corner of the wall.

"You are so young, aren't you afraid of being bullied?" Pei Manning asked the little boy after making sure that no one was following them.

The little boy grinned, missing a front tooth: "Don't be afraid, my brother said that people will take care of me because I am so young and have to make a living. Look, just follow me."

Pei Manning was speechless.

"What if you get caught?"

"No, my brother knows someone up there who will give us a heads up. Then we can just run around and we won't be caught."

Pei Manning: "..." She didn't have the heart to ask any more questions because the question was so easy to answer.

"I'm kidding! Do you believe this?" He turned around and shouted, "Brother, come here!"

Just after I finished shouting, a thin man came around the corner, looked around furtively, and then said, "Little sister, do you want eggs? One cent each, no bargaining."

The eggs sold at the supply and marketing cooperative are 0.5 yuan a pound, which is about five yuan each, but you need a ticket for eggs. This one doesn't require a ticket, and the price is twice that of the supply and marketing cooperative, which is considered quite reasonable. For things like fine grains, tripling the price is not too much.

Pei Manning saw this and wondered how anyone could dare to let a child do such a thing. It turned out that someone was behind the scenes directing them: "I don't want eggs. Do you have fine food?"

"Which kind do you want? The kind made from mixed grains, including the shells, is 25 cents a pound. Refined white flour is a little more expensive, 80 cents. Don't think it's expensive. It's hard to make and there's a lot of risk."

놛껩 had some connections to get it, and seeing that she had an accent from another place, 껩 only gave her a little more.

"Do you accept white flour?" Pei Manning showed a corner of his pocket: "This is it."

The man's face turned unhappy: "Little sister, you are not being kind. Are you trying to trick me by not buying anything?"

I was just about to take the food and leave when I was hit by a fragrant smell. I saw the fine and clean flour, very white but not dazzlingly white. I couldn't see any impurities at all, and it seemed like the flour had no whitening agent added.

He stretched out his hand, twisted it, put it in his mouth and tasted it, his eyes lit up: "Take it, 50 cents a pound, I'll take as many as you have."

Pei Manning walked away with her bag.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't go, sister, big sister, let's talk about it, how about some flour?" The person spoke quickly. This flour is so fragrant and delicious, it is even more delicious than the first-class flour from the supply and marketing cooperative. If you take it to various family compounds and large factories, you can sell it for a lot of money and someone will want it.

Seeing that Pei Manning was unmoved, he was a little nervous: "Seven cents, no more, you have to give me some soup, right?"

"Eight cents."

"Little sister, no, sister, what you sell is as expensive as mine. I don't make any profit from this little bit, and I still have to bear the risk. How about 70 cents?"

Finally, after much discussion, the man gritted his teeth and compromised.

"Okay, 80 cents is fine!" There's no need to raise the price. With such delicious flour, I don't believe those people won't be tempted.

Pei Manning sold ten kilograms of flour and earned eight yuan, but she didn't dare to sell too much, after all, she didn't really trust this man.

At about 12:00 p.m., she prepared to take the bus back home, and all the way she was thinking about what to do next.

If she did the same, she would get her shoes wet if she walked near the river frequently. Today, she was so bold because she had the Xumi Realm and the poison needle. Who knows what kind of people she would run into if she came here a few more times?

Fortunately, she is now in Shanghai, far away from Han Jingchen's sight, and does not have to worry about being watched all the time no matter what she does.

Pei Manning was just thinking about it when she walked to the bus stop and saw a tall and straight figure standing there like a pine tree, with his hands in his trouser pockets, as if he was waiting for someone.

From time to time, female comrades passing by would look back with red faces.

Pei Manning's mind went blank and buzzing, and a word suddenly popped up in her mind: bad fate.