Meat and cloth were scarce, not to mention bicycles and sewing machines, which were more valuable than money. Her family didn't even have enough tickets for these, so there was no way she could take them out.
She had saved a lot of money, and although she had the ticket, the price Wan Qingliu offered was not worth it, so she would rather pay for it.
Although his wish to save some other tickets was dashed, Wan Qingliu was not disappointed. He went back and counted out the things he had prepared and gave them to the middle-aged woman, handing over the money and the goods.
In less than ten minutes, I'd made nearly 40 yuan, a worker's monthly salary. Otherwise, why would anyone risk going to the black market? Businesses can really make money quickly.
Wan Qingliu continued to stroll around, completed a few more orders, and then stopped in time.
Just as she was about to return to the ward, she suddenly found a ginseng in the basket.
Wan Qingliu turned his head suddenly, then looked back again, looked up and down - who was it?
Who put a ginseng root in her basket without anyone noticing?
Wan Qingliu took a closer look and confirmed that this thing was not the root of anything else, as there were pearl dots on its whiskers.
Look at this reed, it's quite old.
Before she knew the source of this enormous wealth, Wan Qingliu didn't dare to accept it at all, for fear that someone was setting a trap for her.
But he couldn't find anyone at the moment, so Wan Qingliu had to carefully cover the ginseng tightly and return to the ward like a thief.
Hua Xuguo saw his mother acting suspiciously and asked curiously:
"Mom, are you stealing someone's things?"
Wan Qingliu cursed: "Can't you just hope for me to be better?"
When Hua Wanchi heard her grandmother's voice, she screamed happily and waved her limbs to try to attract her grandmother's attention.
Hua Xuguo noticed his daughter's movements, picked up Hua Wanchi, and smiled at Wan Qingliu:
"Look, Mom, Chi Chi is so happy to hear grandma's voice!"
Wan Qingliu's expression finally relaxed. He put down the basket and took Hua Wanchi, only to find that Hua Wanchi's little hand was pointing at the basket.
She suddenly thought of something, lifted the cloth and looked at Hua Wanchi.
Hua Wanchi: “Ah!” (That’s right, I did it! Surprised? Unexpected?)
Wan Qingliu's heart was relieved at once. It turned out that ginseng blooms late, so there was no need to worry.
With a clear mind, Wan Qingliu looked at the surprised Hua Xuguo and his wife and explained with a smile:
"I was lucky today. I met someone who was exchanging ginseng for food. I exchanged 50 kilograms of food for this ginseng!"
Zhou Yujiao was a little surprised: "So cheap? What year is this ginseng from?"
Ginseng is generally not difficult to buy, but it is not cheap either. Fifty kilograms of grain only cost a few yuan.
The most precious is the old ginseng. This place is not a ginseng producing area, so it is even rarer. Anyone who has an old ginseng root would want it to be a family heirloom.
Wan Qingliu sighed, opened his eyes and began to talk nonsense:
"That child was really pitiful. His father was dead, his mother ran away, and he had two younger siblings, one five years old and the other only three. The three siblings were so hungry that they had to exchange the only valuable old ginseng in the family for food."
Hua Wanchi was stunned when she heard it. It had to be her grandmother who told the tragic story.
Hua Xuguo felt a little sympathetic when he heard this: "Fifty kilograms of food will eventually be eaten up. What will they do then?"
Wan Qingliu said, "How could your mother be that cold-blooded? I told them that the fifty kilograms of grain was just a deposit, and I would help them sell the ginseng. I would take 30% of the proceeds, and return the remaining 70% to them!"
Zhou Yujiao was relieved. This was almost the case.
Fifty kilograms of food is nothing to our family. It is really unbearable to use such a small amount of food to defraud the child of his only precious ginseng.
Wan Qingliu said without any guilt:
"If that child were to sell the food himself, he'd be vulnerable to being taken advantage of by others because of his young age. I'll give him 50 kilograms of food and make 30% as a travel fee. Isn't that too much?"
This 30% is the money that is visible.
As for the true whereabouts of the remaining 70%...
Hua Wanchi: Hehehe, grandma and I will keep the remaining 70% for ourselves.
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