They found a house with the door ajar and gently knocked: "Who is it?"
"Auntie, this is my daughter from Li Laotie's family."
"Li Laotie? Who's Li Laotie?" the person inside muttered as they walked towards the door. Upon opening it and seeing a stranger, they immediately became wary: "Who are you looking for?"
Without hesitation, He Wan moved the bamboo basket behind her closer to her and said, "My father asked me to come and see my aunt. I don't know if she's home."
The old lady seemed to have encountered similar situations before, and quickly put on a smile, saying, "Yes, young lady, come in and have a glass of water."
He Wan nervously walked in. This house was a detached house with a nice courtyard and a well, so it must be quite well-off.
The old woman looked around and then got straight to the point: "Girl, what do you have?"
"Auntie, rice, noodles, chicken, pork, and brown sugar."
The old woman's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing this: "Let me see the things."
He Wan put the bamboo basket down, revealing quite a few things inside.
The old woman looked at the fine, snow-white flour and the distinct grains of rice, and said, "Your flour is really white, and the rice is from this year. Girl, name your price, I'll take all of these."
He Wan was startled: "Auntie, you want them all?"
Yes, I want them all.
"I have two chickens and five pounds of pork here."
"My family has many children, so if each family gets a little, there won't be any left."
He Wan thought for a moment and said, "Auntie, just give me the black market price. If you have a ticket, I can give you a discount."
The old woman must have frequented the black market. After thinking for a moment, she said, "I'll give you rice for 50 cents a pound, wheat flour for 30 cents, and brown sugar for 1.2 yuan. A chicken... you have about three or four pounds of it, so that's 1.5 yuan. Pork is 1 yuan a pound, how about that?"
Upon hearing this, He Wan was about to pick up her bamboo basket and head outside. "Hey, hey, young comrade, what are you doing leaving?"
"Auntie, I trade things all the time, and I've been to the black market before. Your price... well, I know someone there. I'll just give it to that other shop."
"No, little girl, I'll give you six mao for the rice, forty mao for the flour, two pieces for the chicken, and I can't ask for more pork, is that alright?"
He Wan pretended to hesitate for a moment and said, "Well, it's hot now, and I don't want to run anymore. Okay. I'm carrying 20 jin of rice, 20 jin of flour, 10 jin of brown sugar, 5 jin of pork, and two chickens."
The old lady was delighted: "I'll take the rice and noodles, and I'll take the pork and chicken too. I just don't need that much brown sugar. Here, I'll go ask my old friend for you."
"OK."
The old woman took out more than thirty yuan and gave it to her.
After putting the things in the kitchen, she hurriedly went out again. He Wan was quite worried, afraid that she would call Xiao Bing, so she stood at the front door, looking around anxiously.
A short while later, the old woman called over two or three people.
"Girl, they all want brown sugar."
"Okay, there are still eight catties of brown sugar left."
One of the older women took out two jin of brown sugar and said, "Girl, do you have any meat left?"
"Is there any rice left?"
"There are still some left. If you want them, just wait a moment, I'll bring them to you in ten minutes."
"Okay, okay. We'll wait for you."
The old woman said, "Girl, how much do you have left? If you have more, I'll call some more people for you."
"I also have ten catties of brown sugar, eight chickens, five ducks, five geese, and forty catties each of rice and flour. If you have any coupons, any kind will do. I also buy old items."
After saying that, he went out to find a place to retrieve his items from the spatial dimension.
Others can retrieve things with their minds, but she can't; she has to go inside to get them—there are so many things, weighing over a hundred pounds.
Oh dear, she insisted on dragging the bamboo basket and carrying the things to that old lady's house.
The books describe how people trade with black market bosses using only their thoughts. When will she be able to use her thoughts too?
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