Li Qingqing was feeling depressed when suddenly a white-haired old lady with a hunched back, walking with a cane and dressed in tattered clothes appeared in front of him.
"My dear daughter, you are so kind. Can you take me home? My old illness has come back and I can't walk anymore."
Li Qingqing looked at the pitiful old lady and nodded, "Okay, grandma, where is your home?"
The old lady smiled happily and pointed ahead, saying, "My home is in a small alley over there, just two turns away."
Seeing that she was walking with difficulty, Li Qingqing wanted to reach out and support her, but her eyes were attracted by her neat white teeth. Thinking of her grandparents, she felt a sense of incongruity when looking at the kind-looking old lady.
Li Qingqing suddenly clapped her hands anxiously. "Oh no! My mother told me before I left that I must mail the letter within ten minutes. Grandma, I'm sorry, you go back by yourself. I have something urgent to do, so I'll leave first."
After saying that, without waiting for her to answer, he turned and ran away. The old lady widened her eyes, waved her hands and shouted, "Hey girl, you have to send me back first!"
As a result, the more she shouted, the faster Li Qingqing ran. Soon, she disappeared. The old lady straightened her hunched back with an angry look on her face, and her voice became soft and youthful. "Humph, you have no love at all. Sooner or later, you will fall into a trap."
Meng Zhiyu didn't know that the friend she left behind was almost cheated away. At this time, she was putting on makeup in the space using cosmetics bought in the mall.
With his explosive grandma-gray hair, thick black eyebrows, red lips like a big monkey, wheat-colored skin, and a big monkey at the corner of his mouth, Meng Zhiyu looked at himself in the mirror and felt that he was really talented.
Then he changed into a fat, big, black set of clothes, took out half a head of pork and twenty fish and put them into the backpack, left the space, walked out of the alley, and headed straight for the black market.
She remembered the location when she was writing the novel. The three largest black markets were: one near the train, one near the hospital, and one in a dense grove.
She was going to the one near the hospital. After walking around, she found the entrance to the black market, where there were two little boys playing.
Seeing her stop and ask, "Sister, what are you doing here?"
Meng Zhiyu took out two pieces of candy from his pocket and handed them to them, "I'm here to sell things."
The older boy took the candy and gave one to the younger boy, "Sister, you have to pay two cents for selling things."
Meng Zhiyu didn't ask any more questions and took out two cents and handed it over.
When she walked into the black market, she saw many stalls on both sides, selling rice, flour, cloth, etc., more varieties than she had imagined. She also saw two stalls selling pork and fish. It seems that the black market is also very involuted!
Meng Zhiyu walked inside, found an empty spot and squatted down. To her right was someone selling millet, to her right was someone selling chickens, and opposite was someone selling rice.
Seeing that everyone was squatting silently behind their things, she followed suit, put some of her things out, and squatted there silently waiting for customers.
Shoppers walked in and out, and it took a while before someone finally arrived. A lame man wearing glasses couldn't help but stare at her big mouth a few more times and asked, "How much are these pork and fish?"
"Pork is 90 cents per pound, and fish is 50 cents." Meng Zhiyu deliberately raised the price so that there would be a range to lower it if he encountered someone trying to lower the price.
The lame man looked through the meat and fish and said, "Pork is 80 cents, fish is 40 cents. If possible, I'll buy them all."
Meng Zhiyu didn't expect him to be so straightforward and nodded immediately. "Okay, these are all weighed. The big piece of pork is ten catties, and the small one is five catties, for a total of fifty catties. The weight of the fish is written on the paper attached to it, so it's sixty catties in total, for a total of sixty-four yuan."
She had considered the issue of weighing before. She didn't know how to use a beam scale, only an electronic scale, so she came up with the idea of using the name of the electronic scale and marking the weight in the space in advance.
The lame man was also stunned, then he took out the money, counted it, and handed it over, "Sixty-four, just right, count it."
Meng Zhiyu took it, glanced at it, and put it in his pocket, saying with a smile, "No need to count, I trust you."
Although this man is lame, he looks like he is not short of money and his eyes are upright. He bought so much meat so quickly. There must be someone behind him to carry out the next transaction.
The lame man grinned and waved his hand. A young man walked away, handed Meng Zhiyu a new backpack, then picked up the backpack on the ground and turned away.
Meng Zhiyu raised an eyebrow as he held the new backpack. This service was quite thoughtful.
Meng Zhiyu walked out of the door and walked into an empty alley. She entered the space and took out dozens of picked fruits. She changed her makeup, had dark skin, big braids, wore big black-framed glasses, and wore a flashy floral dress.
I walked to the entrance of the black market again. There were still the two boys there. This time it was the younger boy who asked, "Sister, what do you do?"
This time, Meng Zhiyu gave him two fruit candies and said, "Selling things."
"Sister, I'll sell you something for 20 cents," said the little boy.
This time, Meng Zhiyu found an empty seat next to an egg seller and put down his backpack.
Take out one peach, one pear and one apple and put them next to the backpack as samples.
This time, business came quickly, attracted by the millet seller next door. A middle-aged woman bought ten kilograms of millet and her eyes lit up when she saw the fruit next to it. "How much is this fruit?"
"Sister, they're all 25 cents each." Meng Zhiyu replied.
The woman frowned. "Twenty-five cents is too expensive. Twenty cents."
Meng Zhiyu said, "Okay, 20 cents is 20 cents, sister. These fruits of mine are all delicious and don't require a ticket. You may not make a profit if you buy them."
The woman picked a few of each and pointed to a piece of white paper on the apple and asked, "What is this paper for?"
Meng Zhiyu explained, "It's written on it that it's the weight. When you pick it, just calculate the price directly. If you're worried about any problems, you can borrow a scale nearby to weigh it."
The woman said nothing, picked up an apple and shook it in her hand, "No, the weight is no problem for you."
Meng Zhiyu thought about her actions just now and realized that she had met an expert. She had met this kind of person before, a person whose hands were just scales.
The woman picked five of each kind of fruit, a little over five pounds in total. Meng Zhiyu charged one dollar based on five pounds.
Then a young man came and bought a few apples. The lame man came back and couldn't walk anymore when he saw the huge apples. He saw the note on the apples and said, "I met a butcher before and his weight was written like this. Do you recognize it?"
Meng Zhiyu's heart skipped a beat. She had been thinking about changing her clothes, and ended up forgetting about this question.
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