"Almost."
Li Qinghe walked out of the space. After Yu Li left, he locked the door and entered the space to practice Arhat Kung Fu and Bajiquan. With the support of spring water, he didn't have to worry about overdrawing his body, so his practice speed surprised him. It was at least twice as fast as before he entered the fighting world in his previous life. You know, he hadn't started to study Buddhism in depth at that time.
If he had the conditions in his previous life, he could hit the small broken ball from east to west, and anyone in the fighting world who dared to get angry would be kicked in the heart by him.
He left the room carefully. The courtyard was silent. Li Qinghe came to the wall. The gate had been locked by Yan Bugui. In order not to wake up other people, he planned to climb over the wall.
He took two running steps, jumped, stepped on the wall to gain momentum and climbed onto the top of the wall, then flipped over and landed in the alley outside the yard.
He listened carefully and found no one moving around, so he walked towards Deshengmen with confidence. The market should have opened by now.
This pigeon market actually also exists during the day, but in order to avoid investigation, it is very small in scale and not many people have the courage to go there. It is rare to encounter people selling poultry. After all, even if the higher-ups turn a blind eye, they can't be too arrogant.
Li Qinghe secretly made up his mind to raise at least a few chickens tonight. He just accompanied Xu Damao to drink that night and barely touched the bowl of chicken soup. Thinking about it now, he really regrets it.
We hid all the way to Deshengmen and entered a relatively hidden alley. There were many people in the alley, but the light was very dim, or even absent. Everyone was silent, and everything seemed very gloomy. If you didn't know, you would think you had entered the world of a horror movie.
Li Qinghe tightened the black cloth on his face and walked in. This was specially prepared because he was afraid of being recognized. Most people who came here also dressed like this.
People who came to sell things leaned against the wall with their hands behind their backs without shouting. The buyers held dim flashlights and almost lay on top of the goods to inspect them. If they saw something they liked, they would talk in a low voice.
Li Qinghe passed by one person after another, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He took a few quick steps and came to a stall.
This is an old woman, wrapped tightly with only some gray hair showing. She is rubbing her hands and stamping her feet.
Li Qinghe didn't say anything, but came to the cage on the stall and shone the almost dead flashlight inside.
I saw the cage was covered with hay, and eight two or three month old chicks were huddled together, shivering.
"How do you sell it?"
Li Qinghe speaks very concisely.
The old woman rubbed her hands and whispered, "There are eight in total, three males and five females. The males cost one dollar and the females cost one dollar."
Li Qinghe nodded, it was reasonable. You need a ticket at the vegetable market, and a chicken costs RMB 1.2 to RMB 1.5. The pigeon market does not require a ticket, but the prices are generally more expensive than those at the vegetable market. It is reasonable to sell a two or three-month-old chick at this price.
"Eight dollars, I want it, including the cage. Do you want to sell it?"
"Sell!"
The old woman agreed immediately.
She had been freezing here for quite some time. There were people who asked about the price, but they all shook their heads and left. Chicks are difficult to raise and the survival rate is not high. Who would spend so much money on gambling? There is not much meat on a chick.
Now someone has taken over the whole thing, so we must accept the offer even if it is a few cents lower than the quoted price. Otherwise, we will probably return empty-handed tonight, and we don’t know how long these chicks can survive.
After the price was agreed upon, Li Qinghe took out a dozen yuan from his pocket, counted out eight and handed them over, then picked up the cage and left. After looking at the goods and paying the money, he left without any delay. Even if he found out later that he had been cheated, he could only blame himself for his bad luck. This was the unspoken rule of the pigeon market.
The old woman didn't care about the freezing cold weather. She happily put the money into the innermost layer of her clothes and left quickly.
Li Qinghe carried the cage, walked around the crowd, came to an empty alley, and threw the cage into the space. It was dark now, and even the human figures were blurry two meters away, so there was no need to worry too much about being seen.
As soon as they entered the space, the cage was controlled to break apart. The eight chicks looked at the surroundings vigilantly, and then realized that there was no danger and began to rush towards the spring. Although they were hungry, they could feel that the spring water was extremely good for them.
Li Qinghe ignored the situation in the space and went back to the Pigeon City to continue strolling around, wanting to continue collecting some grain seeds and livestock cubs.
Not long after, he saw a middle-aged man selling unhusked rice. He walked over without saying a word, but shone a flashlight on it and saw that it should be new rice.
I didn't expect to see rice in the imperial capital. In those days, not many people in the north ate rice, and most people ate wheat noodles.
This man must have secretly taken the rice during the harvest, or picked it up in the rice fields. Every year after the rice harvest, there would always be rice ears left in the fields, and some women and children would carry baskets to pick them up. The commune usually wouldn't care, and whatever you picked up was yours, and you couldn't pick up much anyway.
There is not much rice in this bag, it looks like only about seven or eight kilograms, but it doesn’t matter to Li Qinghe. Anyway, he only has less than an acre of open space now, so he can’t use all of it.
"Brother, how much are these?" Li Qinghe confirmed and asked the price directly.
"Two cents a pound."
Li Qinghe compared the prices at the grain station. In that era, prices were under overall control. White flour was 2.6 cents per pound, and standard flour was 1.7 cents per pound.
The price of rice is about the same as flour, 0.22 yuan per pound.
Li Qinghe didn't care about the difference of a few cents. He was only buying it this time, and he could keep the seeds for himself when the space produced in the future.
"Okay, I'll take them all."
Hearing this, the man was immediately delighted and started to weigh himself immediately.
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