"Yes, look." Zhang Qiurui lifted a corner of the sack, revealing a piece of pork.
"There really is pork. How much is it per pound?" Xin Zhao saw that the pork was indeed bright red in color and had clear texture. He knew at a glance that it was top-quality meat. Xin Zhao examined it carefully and nodded with satisfaction. The two of them then discussed the price.
Zhang Qiurui knew something was up when she heard this: "Auntie, don't worry, my pork is guaranteed to be fresh. The price is 1.6 yuan per pound. A piece of meat weighs one pound. I won't split it."
Pork costs 75 cents per pound when you buy it in the commune, and you need a meat ticket. You can't buy it without a ticket. In that era, the supply of pork was limited, and it was a rare opportunity to be able to buy meat directly like this.
Xin Zhao thought to himself that although the price was slightly higher than in the commune, it was definitely worth the trouble of not having to use meat coupons.
"Let me see another piece of your meat. Okay, I'll buy it." Xin Zhao looked at and smelled the meat again and again. She saw the rosy color of the pork belly, the perfect balance of fat and lean meat, and the delicate pores on the skin, clearly freshly slaughtered. She nodded in satisfaction.
"How many dollars do you want?" Zhang Qiurui asked again.
"You have more than one piece of pork?" Xin Zhao asked in surprise.
In the past, I couldn't even see a pound of pork in the black market, but today I could find so much. I couldn't help but feel a little curious about Zhang Qiurui's background, but then I thought, people who can get some scarce materials these days always have some unknown ways, so it would be pointless to dig into the details.
"Just tell me how many dollars you want."
Seeing this, Xin Zhao's heart was stirred. She had originally planned to buy just one piece to try, but then she thought, with so many children at home, and them growing up, it was always good to have more meat. Furthermore, such a good opportunity was rare; if she missed it, she might have to wait a long time. So, she gritted her teeth and made up her mind.
"Okay, another piece." Xin Zhao thought for a while and said, if he missed today, he didn't know when he would be able to buy pork next time.
"Okay, give me the money." Zhang Qiurui took out two pieces of pork from the backpack and gave them to Xin Zhao, then asked Xin Zhao to pay.
"Three dollars and two cents. Keep the money." Xin Zhao carefully placed the meat in the vegetable basket, covered it with a cloth bag, and then took out three one-dollar red bills and two cents and gave them to Zhang Qiurui.
Zhang Qiurui took the money and giggled. She had earned back all her capital for the day and was currently making a profit of one yuan and twenty cents. The remaining pork and rice were pure profit.
"Do you want some more refined rice?" After handing over the money and receiving the rice, Zhang Qiurui felt very happy.
"You still have good stuff like refined rice?" Xin Zhao's eyes lit up when he heard that.
You can skip meat every day, but you must eat rice every day. You can never have too much rice.
"Fifty cents a pound, and we have ten pounds." Zhang Qiurui opened the cloth bag. The crystal clear rice grains shone with an attractive luster in the sunlight, making people swallow their saliva.
The commune sold rice for 1.5 cents per pound, and a coupon was required. She sold it for three times the price, which was not expensive.
The rice of this era was very coarse and had a lot of broken rice grains. The rice sold in supermarkets was distinct and crystal clear, and was obviously a high-quality product.
Xin Zhao couldn't help but pick up a few grains and examined them carefully in his palm. They felt smooth but not greasy, and seemed to exude a faint rice fragrance, which was pleasing at first glance.
Seeing this, Xin Zhao nodded without hesitation: "It just so happens that we are almost out of rice at home. I want all ten kilograms of rice."
As she spoke, she took out money from her pocket and completed the transaction with Zhang Qiurui.
The two smiled at each other, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding.
After completing this transaction, Zhang Qiurui asked several people one after another if they wanted pork. In the end, he only sold three pieces and kept six pieces. Zhang Qiurui saw that half an hour had passed. If he didn't go back, he was afraid that Mingqi would worry when he came back and didn't see him.
After deducting the cost today, she made a net profit of 9.40 yuan. Now her assets have grown to 12.40 yuan, which is a double-digit figure.
After leaving the black market, at a turn, Zhang Qiurui put the remaining six pieces of meat into the backpack of the trading supermarket, and walked directly towards the commune with the empty backpack.
"Zhou Tan, why are you here?" After arriving at the commune, Zhang Qiurui saw her new classmates eating at the counter in the commune, and she asked curiously.
"Atan! Is this your new classmate?" The saleswoman next to him looked at Zhang Qiurui with a smile, her eyes full of kindness and curiosity.
Zhou Tan looked up and saw Zhang Qiurui. The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously. He put down his chopsticks, stood up and said, "Qiurui, are you here to buy something? Qiurui, this is my mother. Mom, this is my classmate who sits in the row in front of me, named Zhang Qiurui."
"Hello, Auntie, nice to meet you. I came here today to buy some vegetables to stir-fry at home." Zhang Qiurui replied politely with a smile.
"Okay, you carry it. Auntie will give you our internal price of 1 cent per pound." Zhou's mother looked at her son's female classmate and saw that the girl in front of her was not very old. Her clothes were patched with patches. It was obvious that she was a child who came to the production team to study.
But the girl had bright eyes, white teeth and was very generous, so he felt a little fond of her.
"Thank you very much, Auntie." Zhang Qiurui smiled and thanked her when he heard it.
The vegetables sold in the commune were all collected from the production brigades below, and were sold specifically to workers working in the county town. The price was generally two cents per pound. If they came across rare vegetables such as mushrooms and wild rice stems, the price would be several times higher.
Although she made a net profit of more than nine yuan today, she didn't care about the one or two cents, but the kindness and warmth from her elders warmed her heart.
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