Meng Zhiyu curiously stretched his head out and looked towards the ox cart. Sure enough, the thin Zhang Yang was sitting among a group of aunts, passively listening to their gossip, looking very pitiful and helpless.
Meng Zhiyu, who had experienced being surrounded by gossip, silently sympathized with Zhang Yang in his heart for a few seconds, and sincerely prayed for him, hoping that he would not be washed in the face by saliva.
When passing by the ox cart, Mu Ziwei stopped his bicycle with a puzzled look on his face and supported himself with one foot. "Brother Zhang, didn't you say you weren't going to the county town today? If I had known, I wouldn't have used your bike. Seeing you like this, I feel guilty!"
Zhang Yang tried to shrink his body and make himself as comfortable as possible. As for Mu Ziwei, that bastard, he simply ignored him.
Mu Ziwei was not angry when he was ignored. He smiled and greeted the aunties, aunties and sisters-in-law in the car before stepping off.
Li Qingqing and Meng Zhiyu complained, "Brother Mu is a bit too much. Brother Zhang is so pitiful. He's obviously thin enough. If he squeezes any tighter, how can he still look good?"
Meng Zhiyu didn't know how to respond to this, so he simply ignored it and continued to enjoy the cool morning breeze.
Arriving at the county town, Li Qingqing handed the bicycle to Meng Zhiyu, waved goodbye and left in a leisurely manner. Meng Zhiyu rode the bicycle to the black market near the hospital.
Find a deserted place, change into a toucan costume, take out the goods to buy today, and walk towards the black market as if you are familiar with the place.
The two children who were guarding the door were still the same ones from before. "Sister, you haven't been here for a long time. Uncle Cripple has come to us twice to ask about it. He told us to tell him that when you come, go to the old place to find him."
The old place was inside the black market, where he temporarily stored the goods he bought that day.
Meng Zhiyu arrived, paid the entrance fee, and took out seven or eight pieces of fruit candy and put them in their hands.
"Thank you, Big Mouth Sister." The two children's eyes lit up, and they happily took the candies, divided them equally and put them in their pockets.
When Meng Zhiyu heard his title, the corners of his mouth twitched. Now that he had a seller, Meng Zhiyu carried the basket on his back and walked all the way to Uncle Lame's base. Uncle Lame was busy directing his younger brothers to work.
"Two strong men, three strong men, you two carry this rice back. Four strong men, five strong men, you carry this flour back. Six strong men..."
Meng Zhiyu stood quietly opposite, listening to the whole thing from beginning to end. He had to admit that the goods he had collected were really complete. When Uncle Lame had finished making arrangements and stopped to drink water, Meng Zhiyu spoke up, "Uncle Lame."
"Big Mouth Girl, it's you, you're finally here." Uncle Lame looked up and saw Meng Zhiyu, very surprised, "I haven't seen you for a while, I thought..." I thought you had accidentally gone in.
Although Meng Zhiyu didn't say it, he guessed that she was rotating between the three black markets, and maybe she also had business in other places.
"Wasn't it the busy farming season before? I was busy working in the fields at home." Meng Zhiyu ignored his condemnation of herself, put down the backpack and explained.
Uncle Lame nodded in agreement and said, "That's right. Nothing is more important than the crops in the fields. We can do this business anytime, but we can't delay the work in the fields."
The two exchanged a few more pleasantries before the lame uncle squatted down to look at the goods in the basket. There were only three things in it: a bucket of soybean oil, half a basket of apples, and some eggs.
The hens she raised were all able to lay eggs. She had quite a few eggs piled up in her space. She couldn't even finish eating ten eggs a day. Although eggs are good, eating too many of them is not good either.
"Can you get some oil?" Uncle Lame skipped the other two items and took out the soybean oil to examine its quality carefully.
"Brother Lame." A dark, burly man came over and saw the oil in his hand and said in surprise, "This oil is good. Is this all you have left?"
According to his experience, this oil is of medium to high quality and he can earn half the price if he sells it.
In fact, this oil was specially processed by Meng Zhiyu, and a lot of oil from this era was mixed into it for fear that it would be too conspicuous.
"Yes, sister, do you still have this oil?" Uncle Lame also asked. Although the goods he collected were very diverse, there were only a few that had higher profits. It was not easy to purchase any of them, and there was nothing he could do about the limited supply.
Meng Zhiyu shook his head shyly, "No, these were snatched away by my brothers after a fight with others."
Although the lame uncle and the dark-skinned man were a little disappointed, it was also expected. This girl looked like a girl from a brigade in the countryside. Her brothers were fighting hard to grab the goods outside, so they let her sell them.
"Okay, sister, I want all these things. Don't worry, the price I give you is definitely high in this black market, not to mention other places." The lame uncle waved his hand and asked a younger brother to weigh them.
"Of course I trust Uncle Lame." Anyway, you cheated me once, so I won't sell to you again.
After receiving the bill, Meng Zhiyu was put into a backpack and left the black market in a happy mood. After making sure that no one was following her, she changed into the image of a black girl with long braids and headed to the next stop, the black market at the train station.
What is sold here are oranges, flour and pork.
The pork and flour were sold very quickly, leaving only a few oranges. Meng Zhiyu was bored waiting, so he simply took out a fruit knife, cut an orange and ate it himself.
The charming fruity aroma filled the air, and passersby couldn't help but look over. A young girl wearing a hat and covering her face with a silk scarf stopped, sniffed, and asked, "Sister, how much are your oranges?"
Meng Zhiyu choked. Does this outfit make him look old?
I thought about it, but it didn't delay her from quoting the price. The young girl didn't say anything after hearing the price, and directly adjusted a dozen or so, "Weigh it."
Meng Zhiyu picked up the beam scale placed in front of his legs, weighed, counted the money, and settled the bill. The young girl was also very efficient. She took out the money, took the oranges, and turned to leave.
Maybe it was the smell of oranges in the air that attracted customers, but Meng Zhiyu's business suddenly picked up.
When she left with her empty backpack under the envious gazes, she thought that if she could carry it, she would carry a backpack in front, behind, left and right to avoid wasting customers' time.
Finally, when they went to the grove, Shi Tou took over. Meng Zhiyu still went to the restaurant to pack some food, put some apples and another fish in the backpack, picked up Li Qingqing and his friends and went back to the village.
Looking at Zhang Yang pushing his bicycle, and Mu Ziwei with a miserable and aggrieved look beside him, and thinking of the gay stories she had read, Meng Zhiyu could hardly control her fujoshi heart.
"If you don't want to ride the ox cart, you can only sit on the lever in front." Zhang Yang refused Mu Ziwei's coquettishness and refused with a firm face.
Mu Ziwei pointed at Jiang Zengzhi, who was secretly laughing at the side, and said, "They are both younger than me. Let him sit in the front and I will sit in the back."
Zhang Yang said with a straight face, "No."
Seeing that nothing he said was of any use, Mu Ziwei could only bite the bullet and sit on the front bumper like a little bird. Zhang Yang still pressed his shoulders and said, "Lower, you're blocking my view."
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