Jiang Anxia reappeared where she had disappeared, her face dark and covered with freckles. She carried a basket on her back and a hampers in her hands, but the contents of the hampers were completely hidden by a black cloth.
Following her memory, she found the place, a rather large place. From her memory, she knew that the black market was a well-connected area.
Even if they are discovered by those people with armbands, the people inside can run away quickly.
Moreover, there is a guard at several key intersections, such as the one in front of Jiang Anxia.
It was a man with a buzz cut and a blade of grass in his mouth. He reached out and lifted a corner of the basket on Jiang Anxia's back, glanced at it, and then closed it again, waving his hand to let Jiang Anxia in.
Jiang Anxia nodded to express her gratitude; carrying her things, she walked in without stopping.
She wanted to finish buying the items in her basket as soon as possible so she could go back to find her father, as he would worry if she stayed away for too long.
Find a more suitable position, and leave immediately if anything goes wrong.
Jiang Anxia put down the basket, dragged it behind her, placed the basket in front of her, and lifted a corner of it.
Jiang Anxia squatted quietly on the ground, watching the people around her rushing around. Everyone had a cautious look on their face and looked hurried.
After waiting for a long time, Jiang Anxia's stall finally welcomed its first customer, an anxious-looking middle-aged woman dressed in black. Jiang Anxia noticed that she had asked several people but still hadn't been able to buy what she needed.
"Comrade, do you have any meat here?" The old woman's eyes were almost filled with despair; she had come at the wrong time.
You should buy meat in the morning; no one's buying it this afternoon.
But her grandson at home was throwing a tantrum and insisted on eating today, so she had no choice but to try her luck here.
"Yes, how much do you want?" Jiang Anxia asked in a low, hoarse voice.
"Great, great! Two pounds, I want two pounds!" The woman in black immediately cheered.
She bought more so she could make braised pork in a jar. Her grandson could just scoop out a piece whenever he wanted to eat it, which was convenient and prevented the leftovers from spoiling.
“Okay, 1.5 yuan per jin, or 1.3 yuan per jin with a receipt.” Jiang Anxia calculated that her price was reasonable here.
"Okay." The woman in black hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and agreed.
After telling her where to put the bill, the woman pulled out a small black cloth bag from her waistband, counted out several small bills, and finally took out one or two meat coupons, reluctantly handing them to Jiang Anxia.
Jiang Anxia took two pieces of pork out of her basket, put them in a bag, and handed them to the woman in black.
The woman in black, who had initially looked reluctant, instantly stopped the act the moment she saw the meat.
The meat that Jiang Anxia took out had more fat than lean meat, and it looked very fresh.
When Jiang Anxia was getting meat from the mall, she took into account the trends of this era, so she only picked the kind with more fat. Anyway, she didn't like to eat fatty meat, so she figured she might as well sell it rather than keep it.
The woman in black carried the meat and walked away happily.
Jiang Anxia held the banknotes in her hand, feeling extremely happy. This was her first pot of gold.
Not long after the woman in black left, Jiang Anxia's business gradually improved, and several uncles and aunts came to her to buy rice and flour.
Seeing that she didn't have much left, she decided to pack up and leave.
Just as she stood up, an old woman stood in front of Jiang Anxia. The old woman was dressed very elegantly and was clearly a wealthy person.
"Little girl, is there anything else?"
Jiang Anxia looked up, then looked down at the contents of the basket, "There's rice, flour, and noodles, plus a piece of meat."
"What's the price?" the old woman asked in a hoarse voice.
"Rice, 1.2 yuan a pound, 1 yuan a pound with a ticket; noodles, 0.9 yuan a pound, 0.8 yuan a pound with a ticket; dried noodles are the same price as flour; meat, 1.5 yuan, 1.3 yuan with a ticket." Jiang Anxia clearly stated the prices of each item, all of which were common on the black market.
The old woman lowered her head and pondered for a while, "I need five catties of grain and one catty of meat, but I don't have any coupons."
She pondered for a while but still decided to buy so much, after all, she had two grandsons at home; it is said that half-grown boys eat their fathers out of house and home, and that is exactly the case with her family now. Their monthly rations of food are not enough, so they have to buy from the black market.
"Rice is 6 yuan for 5 jin, noodles are 4 yuan and 5 jin, dried noodles are also 4 yuan and 5 jin, and meat is 1 yuan and 5 jin; the total is 16 yuan and 5 jin." Jiang Anxia calculated the prices while packing the food.
The old woman nodded in approval when she saw how quick and efficient Jiang Anxia was; this girl was smarter than many of the girls she had ever seen.
While thinking, he took out sixteen yuan and fifty cents from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Anxia; then he put a lot of things into the basket on his arm and quickly left the place with his small feet.
Jiang Anxia put the money directly into her spatial storage. She planned to calculate how much she had earned that night, as her immediate priority was to leave this place.
He put the basket into his backpack and quickly left the place.
Once she found a secluded spot again, Jiang Anxia re-entered the space, removed her makeup, changed back into the clothes she had worn initially, and then left the space.
She's going to the post office now to see if the letter Jiang Nanqing sent has arrived.
With light steps, she walked towards her destination; soon, Jiang Anxia saw the post office of this era, which was short, only one story high, with a sign standing outside the door.
Jiang Anxia jogged inside. There was only one girl in work clothes in the post office, who looked to be in her early twenties.
"Hello, are you here to mail a letter or pick up something?" Lin Ling stood straight and looked at Jiang Anxia who came in from outside the door.
"Hello, do you have any letters from Jiang Anxia?" Yes, the second brother of the Jiang family always wrote letters under the name Jiang Anxia.
"Okay, I'll check for you." Lin Ling replied with a smile and took out a notebook to look through it.
This is a recent policy from the post office. Because they have to rummage through piles of parcels every time, and there's a risk of accidentally damaging the contents, the higher-ups came up with this solution.
Whenever a new letter or package arrives, I record it in the notebook, and arrange the letters and packages in order so that they are easier to find.
Moreover, letters and parcels are listed together, while those that receive parcels or letters every month are listed on a separate page.
"Found it, yes, wait a moment." Lin Ling looked up and smiled, then turned and walked towards the large pile of packages behind her.
She quickly took out a letter and a package, and Lin Ling forcefully placed them on the low cabinet.
"This is it."
"Thank you!" Song Xinglu put the letter into her pocket and lifted the package with both hands.
"You're welcome, it's my pleasure." Lin Ling felt a surge of goodwill towards this pretty and polite young girl.
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