Just fill in the second batch honestly, and it won't matter if you wait another week. It's just the right time to sell a batch of supplies, so as not to attract hatred here.
She would take the note from the salesperson and wait five or six days before coming back to check. These few days were her free time, so she would leave the factory and go to a restaurant near No. 1 Middle School.
The captain of the transport team recommended it, and the taste is definitely good as recognized by the locals. As expected, it was packed when we entered, and the number of people at this time of meal is quite exaggerated.
After waiting in line for half an hour, she finally got to eat the mutton soup. The mutton soup was boiled to a crystal white color, and the various organs in it were very clean, with very little smell of mutton.
I also ordered siomai, which weighed about 100 grams each and were large and filling, different from the glutinous rice siomai in the south. The mutton and scallion filling was large-sized, unlike the finely chopped dumplings in the north.
The dough was chewy and the fillings were salty and fresh. She was so tired that she wanted to loosen her belt like others, but she was too embarrassed to do so, so she had to take it away.
On the way back to the guesthouse, I saw a dilapidated courtyard behind No. 1 Middle School. From the main road, I could see the big hole in the courtyard.
I turned around to take a look, and there was no house behind the school. This yard took up a lot of space, and I had no idea what it was used for.
Entering through the main gate, the broken door wobbled open, revealing a patchwork of weeds and a few large trees. The large house had lost its windows and tiles.
The large hole visible from the main road was where the wing rooms used to be, now even the bricks had been pried away. This place seemed quite suitable for her to trade. She would quickly search for the black market in the next two days and wait until the students were on holiday to trade.
She exited the courtyard through the large hole, went into the alley, and circled twice before returning to the main road. She knew the route well by now, and all she had to do was look for the black market tomorrow!
I woke up early and started wandering the streets before I even had breakfast. The black market is easy to find after seeing it so many times. They are usually near train stations, hospitals, and woods.
I found ginger tea behind the hospital. It was a large black market. Just looking at the women walking along the street, entering from different alleys, proved that this place was quite large.
She found a public restroom, went in, and changed into her old down jacket, which was bulging. She put on a pig farm uniform, a pair of old trousers (found in the cafeteria lady's locker), and the most ordinary pigskin boots.
When she came out, she was wrapped tightly in a headscarf. She also wore a pair of black-framed plain glasses that covered half of her face. (A retro item from the pig farm girls' dormitory)
She followed the people in carrying a big basket. Judging from her current outfit, she looked like she was over 30 kilograms, all supported by her down jacket.
She paid five cents at the door and followed the crowd inside. It was like a market. She had been to several black markets before, but none of them were as large as this one.
I don't know if it's because it's too cold, or if the management here is a little lax. Whole, well-processed sheepskins, made into sheepskin robes. The handmade Mongolian boots have patterns on them, and I bought a pair that are so beautiful.
I bought two pounds of roasted rice for pot tea, but couldn't find it at the supply and marketing cooperative. I also bought ten pounds of homemade beef jerky from the herders, but the price was so high it hurt.
When Jiang Cha was still in school, someone in her dormitory went on a trip to Inner Mongolia and brought back some air-dried beef jerky for her to try. She heard that it cost more than 100 yuan per pound.
She was reluctant to buy it then, but now she has the money, no matter how expensive it is. She bought it and ate it slowly. It is truly pure green organic grass-fed meat jerky with no additives.
At a small stall, she found a good thing, a Mongolian knife, used for eating hand-held meat. It was sharp and beautiful, with a leather handle and a scabbard with patterns sewn on it.
Each one was so beautiful that she squatted there, looking at them one by one, not knowing which one to choose. Seeing that she was hesitant and didn't know how to choose, the stall owner picked up a very small Mongolian knife with a very brightly patterned scabbard and handed it to her.
It fits perfectly in my hand, and the blade is short enough to cut meat without hurting myself. I happily paid for it and held it in my hand, thinking about where to try out her knife for a meal of hand-pulled meat.
As I walked forward, I saw a long queue. I asked the person in front of me, who was waiting in line, if it was beef. In a place where beef and mutton are abundant, what does this beloved meat taste like?
I was at the end of the line, planning to buy some to try. After asking around, I learned that the yellow beef was actually from Khorchin cattle from the grasslands. Authentic Khorchin beef is firm, tender, and rich, with lots of tendons and yellow fat.
After waiting in line for a long time, it was finally her turn. There was still quite a bit of beef left on the counter. Jiang Cha negotiated with the stall owner about how much she could buy. Since it was such a rare opportunity, she bought as much as she could.
"Boss, please help me, I came all the way here!"
From the moment she stepped into this black market, she deliberately used her poor Sichuan dialect. If anyone from Sichuan stood here, they would be laughed out loud.
In other words, it is to fool around so as not to be exposed during the transaction.
"You want a large quantity. Let's discuss it later. Don't worry, we have plenty of supply."
After waiting for a while, someone led her through many twists and turns into a small courtyard. In the east wing, someone was negotiating the price with her. The beef order was large, so it was more convenient to talk here.
"How much beef do you want, Miss? We have plenty of stock, and if you order more, we can give you a discount."
There was a young man sitting in the room, fiddling with an abacus and looking like he was ready to negotiate with her.
"I want two cows. If you have anything else, bring some new ones over and let me see them! This 'baby' is nice and warm."
I racked my brains to come up with these, hoping she would be fooled.
"Our beef is raised on grassland grass and fed by the water of the Ergun River. You can see how beautifully yellow its fat is. Whether you take it home to sell or eat, it's absolutely perfect."
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