After a while, Zhao Honghui suppressed his anger and took a step back, saying, "Since you're curious, I'll accompany you on a tour, but you don't need to set foot here again."
"I'll be careful," Xie Yuyao politely declined; she couldn't possibly cut off her own source of income.
Zhao Honghui, unable to bear it any longer, took two quick steps to block her path, leaned close to her ear, and asked, "Have you been making money from the black market all this time?"
"..." Xie Yuyao suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with surprise and doubt. She moved her lips, unsure how to answer.
He pulled a wad of cash and banknotes from his pocket and handed them over, saying, "Take these and use them first."
Xie Yuyao reacted as if she'd been given a hot potato, quickly taking two steps back and putting her hands behind her back. "I don't want to!"
What is their relationship now? How could she possibly use his money?
"Yaoyao..."
"I'm going back to the brigade first." Xie Yuyao immediately interrupted him and fled in panic.
Zhao Honghui used his large physique to forcefully interfere with her views on choosing a partner.
Her requirements for men weren't particularly high, but they weren't low either:
First, one must be of good character; second, one's appearance must be at least 90 points; and finally, one must be honest and upright.
Ability doesn't matter; I don't expect him to be exceptionally capable, as long as he doesn't cause trouble. She'll earn the money herself, and she'll have the child.
Of these requirements, the most difficult is to be honest and dutiful, since people change with their environment and age. Some people are honest and dutiful for decades, but in the end, they cause a lot of trouble.
Therefore, she didn't have high expectations for men, because without expectations there would be no disappointment.
If they agree, they will unite; if they disagree, they will scatter.
Zhao Honghui's character and appearance are impeccable, and he's reliable. His problem is that he's too domineering; she can't easily control him.
Being with him was like dancing on a knife's edge; the slightest misstep could lead to utter ruin.
Even though she knew it was poison coated in honey, she still fell for it and drank it sweetly.
*
Zhao Honghui strode after her and followed behind, watching helplessly as she boarded the minibus back to the commune, his heart filled with turmoil.
The first time she expressed her feelings, the pregnancy ended before she could even utter a word.
He was just too hasty and scared her away. Hopefully, she can understand his feelings and reconsider him.
Unbeknownst to Zhao Honghui, Xie Yuyao got off at the next stop, changed her appearance, and returned to the county town.
She heard Zhao Dayong mention another black market, which was fully stocked with all kinds of goods and was also controlled by Brother Qi.
Today, Zhao Dayong asked her to cook and sell food again, which reminded her of the embarrassing situation she had created last night when she decided to treat everyone, leaving her with nowhere to buy even a snack to go with the drinks.
She wanted to check out the black market; if there was anything worth selling, she could collaborate with Zhao Dayong.
If she doesn't show up, it's harder to trace her, and even if you do find out, you can find a reason to deny it.
This time, she disguised herself as a middle-aged woman and tied a gray headscarf around her neck. After wandering through the winding alleys for quite a while, she finally arrived at her destination: a small road near the textile factory.
She was only allowed to enter after giving the code word at the intersection and paying 50 cents.
There were many people standing on both sides of the road, with baskets and other items laid out on the ground, clearly vendors. Many people were walking back and forth in the middle of the road, searching for what they wanted.
Looking around, there were at least fifty or sixty people, much larger than the black market next to the hospital she visited last time.
However, just like over there, despite the large number of people, it is actually very quiet here, with most people talking in hushed tones.
Perhaps because everyone was wearing a mask, it was impossible to tell who was a stranger. Xie Yuyao went in without attracting the attention of the people inside; they would at most glance at her before looking away.
Xie Yuyao walked slowly and found that the most sold items were refined grains, including rice, glutinous rice, and high-gluten flour.
Next were the meat vendors, mostly selling pork, chicken, and duck, and there was also someone carrying a basket to buy mutton.
The rest of the items are just a few candies, snacks, daily necessities, and other odds and ends.
Xie Yuyao continued browsing and saw a store selling radios and watches.
Finally, she also saw a clothing store, selling coats and thermal underwear.
After the tour, her biggest impression was how abundant the supplies were here.
Basically, anything the supply and marketing cooperative has, we have here too. Things that are hard to find at the supply and marketing cooperative can also be exchanged for various ration coupons.
With enough money, one can live a very comfortable life.
She examined the market with a discerning eye and began to understand prices.
It was observed that those who sold rice, flour, and cooking oil at high prices were not interested in the products and were in no hurry at all, as if they were just for decoration.
It seems this group is organized; they must be Qi Sange's people. She sold her rice to them last time.
Through this manipulation, they controlled the black market prices of grain and oil within a certain range. As for other things, we haven't seen any clues yet.
Strangely, there were hardly any fruit vendors here.
She saw someone bring a basket of apples, which were quickly snatched up and sold for a high price of one yuan per kilogram, much more expensive than grain.
Thinking of all the fruits she had stockpiled and grown in her online space, I really wanted to have a big sale, so that she wouldn't have to worry about money for a long time.
Of course, it's just a thought.
However, since there are no cold dishes for sale here, I wonder if making some braised dishes would be profitable.
In its past, Zhou Hei Ya and Jue Wei Ya Bo were found all over the world, and stalls selling braised dishes were everywhere.
She'll look for more information on this later and try to make delicious braising liquid as soon as possible, so that she can easily make both vegetables and meat.
The most important thing now is to exchange some banknotes to go back home. Shumei gave her quite a few banknotes, and she can't fall behind. Besides, building a house and buying furniture both require money.
She went in and out three times in the afternoon, each time dressed differently.
The second time, she sold a 50-jin (25 kg) basket of apples and received 50 yuan. Unsurprisingly, she was stopped by Qi Sange's men, who asked her if she had any more fruit. She lied and said she didn't.
She didn't want to attract attention by selling too much fruit without properly disguising the origin of her goods.
The third time, in order to earn more money, she searched through her stockpile list for nostalgic items and finally chose old-fashioned floral bed sheets.
These bed sheets are all peony patterned, and they were said to be a best-selling item back then. Apart from slight differences in color and pattern, the style and material are the same.
The embroidery on the pure cotton fabric is exquisite, with flowers and leaves in vibrant colors. Although it cannot compare to the high-end products of later generations, it was still considered a work of art in its time.
Therefore, as soon as Xie Yuyao put it out, it attracted a crowd. However, because she priced it at 20 yuan per piece, many people did not have enough money and asked her to save one for them. She immediately went home to get the money.
However, before Xie Yuyao could agree, a woman with an arrogant look walked over and took out a stack of banknotes: "I'll take the rest."
These words aroused public outrage, and the older women and aunties shouted at her.
Just as a conflict was about to erupt, several black market thugs hidden in the shadows rushed over. They shouted, "What's going on! Do you still want the exchange?"
After understanding the situation, they took all ten remaining bed sheets. Xie Yuyao, knowing they were in cahoots with Zhao Dayong, sold them to them. How they then sold them to other buyers was their business.
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