Yang Qingheng was in no mood to argue with him. As soon as they arrived in town, she jumped out of the car as if fleeing.
She ran for several dozen meters before realizing that Song Hengjue hadn't followed at all; instead, he was walking in the opposite direction from her.
Yang Qingheng didn't go back to chase after him, not because she was angry, but because she felt guilty. The lie had already been told, and she didn't have the ability to cover it up now. If Song Hengjue asked about the five hundred yuan, where would she get it back to him?
She didn't want to face Song Hengjue's mocking gaze.
The most urgent task is to solve the problem of survival; we need to buy food first.
It was early 1978, and the country was still implementing a planned economy. In principle, grain purchases should be made through supply and marketing cooperatives.
However, Yang Qingheng considered the little money she had left and decided not to go. Instead, she followed her memory and squeezed into the alley, where she found a black market deep inside.
"Stop! What are you doing?" Just as she was about to go in, a man blocked her way.
Yang Qingheng skillfully took out a dime and stuffed it into his hand: "Brother, I know the rules."
Paying protection money before entering the black market is almost a tacit agreement. These days, the Bureau of Industry and Commerce doesn't crack down too hard, but it's not like they don't crack down at all.
Therefore, each black market would have a few lookouts familiar with the terrain, who could lead the vendors to an emergency evacuation when the Bureau of Industry and Commerce arrived.
Everyone is happy to buy safety for a few cents.
"Okay, go in." The man casually stuffed the money into his pocket, his sharp eyes scanning the outside warily.
Yang Qingheng nodded and darted into the alley.
Compared to the quiet outside, it was much more lively inside. People gathered in twos and threes, and the ground was covered with a wide variety of goods, mostly hard commodities such as clothes, rice, pork, and hard candy. There were few snacks, probably because they were afraid of having trouble running away if the Bureau of Industry and Commerce came.
Yang Qingheng went straight to the rice stall and bought thirty catties of rice. The twenty yuan in her pocket was almost half gone.
Seeing that the fabric next to him looked nice, a brilliant idea suddenly came to him. So he bought three meters of fabric and some scraps of cloth and thread. Now he was truly penniless.
This made her even more flustered.
"Comrade, would you like to buy a piece of pork?" Perhaps noticing that she had been standing in front of the stall for a while, the pork vendor waved enthusiastically.
Yang Qingheng clutched her empty pocket, feeling uneasy. But looking at the marbled pork, all she could think about was braised pork. Her shoes felt stuck to the floor, and she couldn't take another step.
Saliva was gushing out of my mouth in gushes.
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