Lu Guanjie had been driving all night and was feeling sleepy. After dinner, he took a mat and lay down under a big tree, planning to sleep for the whole afternoon.
Lian Xiaomin lay on the mat next to him, looked at his beautiful eyes, leaned closer and said, "Brother Will, I've slept for a long time and I'm not sleepy. I want to go to Shanghai for a stroll. You can continue to sleep!"
Lawrence Lu squinted his eyes and looked at the little face that was so close, stretched out his hand and pinched it, and instructed: “Take someone with you. If someone needs to be carried back again, you won’t be needed.”
Lian Xiaomin slapped his hand away: "I'm not the production team's donkey. Why would I carry someone back for no reason?"
"No, they are all asleep. I'll go by myself. I'll be back before dark. I'll buy you some food from the state-owned restaurant! Save some for dinner."
Lawrence Lu closed his eyes: “Okay, go ahead.”
I haven't taken a walk for six days. I've been either driving, sleeping or eating. My body is stiff. Now I can finally go for a walk in Shanghai. Lian Xiaomin suddenly feels more energetic.
There were people taking turns to keep watch over there, and at this moment Sun Han was watching around for any movement nearby.
"Uncle Sun, I'm going to Shanghai and will be back soon. Do you have anything to bring?"
Sun Han smiled and said, "Xiaomin, we don't have anything to bring, so be careful on the road."
After saying hello, Lian Xiaomin put on a straw hat, put on the backpack, and walked quickly towards the city.
In fact, the place where they parked was about ten miles outside the city, which was not far. However, in order to save time and go back early, she took out a 26-inch bicycle from the space and pedaled it, which was faster.
She had two purposes for this trip. One was to buy some food from the restaurant to improve her diet, and the other was to sneak into the space to take a good shower and change clothes.
The second is to find a black market to sell a batch of things.
They have a vast planting space and so much food, but there is still a food shortage everywhere in this day and age. Why don't they ship out a batch of goods when passing through such a large market as Shanghai?
The twenty acres of black soil in the space can produce at least 80,000 kilograms of grain every month. This capacity cannot be wasted.
She also had two blank letters of introduction on her. One was from the Material Bureau, which she had stolen from the home of Miao Shoutai, the second-in-command of the corrupt gang.
There is another one, which was taken from the commune transport team office.
Anyway, whenever something happens, just fill out a form in your space and say you are here on a business trip.
She rode her bike into the city half an hour later and continued to wander along the streets, using her mental power to find an alley or secluded place where there might be a black market.
Walking through the streets of Shanghai in 1970, my heart was still full of curiosity.
The last time I came here was to rescue the Pei family. I just passed by quickly at night and didn’t have the chance to take a good look at the city.
I passed by several beautiful old houses and admired them in my heart. Alas, they are not available for purchase now and I don’t know if I will have the chance to own one in the future.
Lian Xiaomin rode her bike around and her efforts paid off. She actually found a black market near the staff quarters of the machinery factory.
I used my mental power to observe from the outside first. It turned out to be a deep alley. Some people were talking with their heads down from time to time and were trading.
There was someone standing guard at the gate of a courtyard deep in the alley, and it seemed to be the manager's base.
After checking, she put on a mask, put some things in the backpack, pushed the cart in, and went straight to the innermost yard.
When she reached the door, she was stopped by someone. The other person was a young man in his twenties with a short flat head. He was not tall, only about 1.7 meters. He stared at her with a sharp look.
"I haven't seen you here, what's up?"
"I have a batch of food that I want to sell."
She directly took out a small cloth bag from her backpack, which contained a pound of flour, and handed it to the other party to look at.
After the other party received it and opened it, he was immediately surprised: "Not bad, it's whiter than Fuqiang powder. OK, come with me!"
Take her to the yard and walk towards the backyard.
Lian Xiaomin noticed that there were a few people buying things in the front yard. They seemed to be regular customers. A skinny old man in his fifties was dealing with those buyers.
She had checked beforehand and knew that there was someone in the room at the back, and the three rooms at the front were just like warehouses.
Following the other party, the short-haired guy called out to the inside first: "Boss, I'm here with some people to do business."
Then he walked into the house and immediately handed the small bag in his hand to a man in a black shirt.
Lian Xiaomin took a closer look and found that this "boss" was quite young, less than 30 years old, maybe around 26 or 27 years old.
I thought that it must be quite difficult to be able to do black market business in Shanghai at such a young age.
The crew-haired guy invited her in and introduced her, "This is our boss. His last name is Hong. Have you heard of Hong Nantian from Anhai Road? This is Brother Hong."
Lian Xiaomin thought, what about Yan Nantian, Yan Daxia! What about Hong Nantian? How can I, a foreigner, know him?
He nodded slightly and said, "Whether you know or not, it depends on how you understand it."
Hong Nantian looked at the white flour in the bag and saw that her expression showed satisfaction. However, when he saw that the person coming was a woman wearing a black mask, he looked at her with his eyes. He didn't know what she was thinking and didn't say anything immediately.
At this moment, someone came in from outside the door. It was the old man who was selling things in the front yard just now.
"Uncle Fu, what's the matter?"
The man said in a very respectful tone: "Boss, the person you are waiting for is here, the gentleman from Beijing."
As he spoke, a figure suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
Hong Nantian immediately stood up and went out, not even caring about the business that Xiaomin hadn't even finished talking about.
"Brother Ma, I'll be waiting for you. Is the journey tough?"
Lian Xiaomin turned her head and looked outside the door. At this moment, she was really puzzled. How could it be such a coincidence? The person who came was Ma Hui from Beijing!
The short-haired guy next to her was just about to take her out with a tactful gesture and tell her to wait in the front yard first. The boss had an honorable guest coming, so he had to prioritize the matter.
But in an instant, Ma Hui saw the masked man wearing a straw hat in the room and was stunned.
To be honest, if Lian Xiaomin didn't wear a mask today, and as long as she didn't look at Ma Hui, the other party might not recognize her at once.
However, looking at her current figure standing here, plus the iconic "wearing a mask" image engraved in Ma Hui's mind, doesn't it immediately known that this is Xiao Ma!
The person, who was full of surprise, nodded to Hong Nantian, but his eyes never left Lian Xiaomin.
He patted his brother's shoulder, but walked past him, took a few steps into the house, leaned forward slightly, lowered his head, touched his chin with one hand, and looked at the pair of lively beautiful eyes under the straw hat with a smile in his eyes.
"Little Pony, long time no see!"
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