She's learned her lesson this time. Instead of trying to please that madman, she'd rather wait for the right moment and secretly steal the gold from the Ji family's old house to sell.
"Two jin of provincial grain coupons, take it or leave it."
She made a move to leave, kicking up a small patch of dust with her cotton shoes.
"Wait a minute!"
"Two and a half jin, plus half an industrial coupon."
The old lady grabbed her sleeve.
Just as Li Xiaorou was about to bargain, a loud clattering sound came from behind her.
She instinctively pressed down on the hidden pocket containing the money and turned around, only to see a young man in a woolen overcoat knock over the basket next door, scattering red dates all over the ground like beads of blood.
The man bent down to pick it up, and when he looked up, their eyes met.
Time seemed to stand still.
Zhou Mingyuan.
That familiar face appeared in the morning light without warning.
The wool coat was from Shanghai, the leather shoes were shiny, and even the meticulously combed hair was exactly the same as in her previous life.
Isn't this the son of the commune revolutionary committee director whom her family forced her to marry in her previous life, and also the culprit who caused her to be imprisoned by Ji Yanchen?
"What are you doing here?!"
They both blurted out the words at the same time, then froze simultaneously.
Zhou Mingyuan's hands trembled violently, and a few red dates slipped through his fingers.
The last image that flashed before his eyes was molten steel and the twisted smile of that madman, Ji Yanchen.
If this woman hadn't provoked that madman, he wouldn't have died!
"Sorry, I mistook you for someone else."
Zhou Mingyuan suddenly sat up straight, not even bothering to brush off the dust that covered the hem of his wool coat.
His fingers tightened involuntarily, and the brown paper bag made a dangerous rustling sound. Inside were 1978 grain coupons that he had forged based on his memories of his previous life. If he were reported, he would be shot.
Li Xiaorou's gaze was like a knife, fixed on the torn paper bag.
The number 1978 peeking out from the edge of the grain coupon made her blood freeze instantly.
These were the very food coupons that the Zhou family secretly slipped into her home.
A few days later, the commune conducted a surprise inspection. Her father was paraded through the streets and criticized for reselling planned materials. She was forced to kneel at the entrance of the Revolutionary Committee and beg the Zhou family to show leniency. However, the Zhou family threatened her with her marriage and forced her to marry Zhou Mingyuan, a useless man.
"Comrade!!"
"Your grain coupons look pretty new. What year are they from?"
Li Xiaorou suddenly raised her voice, her voice crisp like an overturned enamel mug.
Several middlemen selling eggs nearby immediately perked up their ears.
The biggest taboo in the black market is someone bringing in future tickets to disrupt the market, which is tantamount to taking away everyone's livelihood.
Zhou Mingyuan's face turned deathly pale.
The paper bag ripped open with a ripping sound, revealing a whole sheet of uncut grain coupons, which clearly read "Nationally Valid in 1978"!
"you!"
He frantically stuffed it into his clothes, the buttons of his wool coat popping off and rolling into the roadside ditch.
Several burly smugglers had already surrounded him, and the one with the scarred face at the head of the group grabbed his shoulder: "Brother, can we talk in private?"
"No...no, brother, my wife is just being temperamental and talking nonsense!"
"Li Xiaorou! You son of a bitch!"
"Let's talk!"
Zhou Mingyuan's voice trembled as he suddenly grabbed her wrist and dragged her into a dead-end alley.
Li Xiaorou stumbled as he pulled her, her nails digging fiercely into the back of his hand: "Let go!! Let go!!"
The alleyway reeked of mildew.
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