Xu Jianguo thought about it, took out a bottle of ink from the supermarket, poured out a little and smeared it on his face.
The advantage of doing this is that the facial contours can be segmented, which is the same as the way soldiers in later generations apply oil paint when performing tasks. Unless someone is particularly familiar with him, they will not be able to recognize Xu Jianguo. After all, it is a black market transaction, and safety is the most important thing.
He took off the backpack from his back, took out 10 kilograms of rice from the space inside, and put it into the cloth bag inside the backpack.
After listening to the sounds outside, he quietly walked out of the yard and moved forward.
After turning an alley, two young men appeared at the gate of a courtyard not far ahead.
The two men leaned against the earth wall, their eyes constantly looking around.
Seeing Xu Jianguo coming from the front, the two men stood up straight unconsciously.
Xu Jianguo came to the gate and asked, "Two brothers, can I sell anything here?"
The two looked at the dark little face in front of them, and one of them asked, "Who introduced you here?"
"No one introduced me. I just heard two people talking."
"Do you know the rules?"
"I don't know, please tell me about it, brothers."
"You have to pay 5 cents to enter and sell things. You are not allowed to speak loudly inside, and you are not allowed to tell anyone about what happened here. We guarantee your safety in the yard. We are not responsible for anything that happens outside the yard. If you are okay, pay the money and go in. If not, leave quickly."
Xu Jianguo nodded and took out 5 cents and handed it to the man who was speaking.
"Go in and find a place by yourself, even a deserted place will do."
"Okay, thank you both brothers." After saying that, Xu Jianguo walked into the yard.
There was no one in the yard, but there were sounds coming from a house not far away.
Xu Jianguo followed the voice, pushed open the door and walked in.
This house was similar to a main hall with front and back doors. Xu Jianguo entered from the front door and went out from the back door, and came to a larger courtyard.
There were two people standing in each of the four corners of the courtyard, constantly looking at the people in the courtyard.
There were quite a few people in the yard at this time. There were not many people selling things, but there were quite a few people buying things. It can be seen how scarce supplies are now.
Xu Jianguo found a shady place and put the backpack behind him on the ground. The cloth bag was covered with a wooden board, which he had just picked up in the deserted yard.
"Little brother, what are you selling?" A middle-aged man came to Xu Jianguo, squatted on the ground and asked in a low voice.
"food."
"What grain?" The uncle's tone suddenly became excited when he heard that Xu Jianguo had grain to sell.
He had been wandering around here for a long time but still hadn't bought any food. Just when he was about to give up, he saw Xu Jianguo walk in, so he decided to try his luck again. Unexpectedly, he really got what he was waiting for.
Just as Xu Jian reached out to peel back the wooden plank, the middle-aged man placed his hand on it and said, "Little brother, no matter what kind of grain you're selling, I want it. I want money or a receipt. You can ask for whatever you want. I just ask that you sell it to me, okay?"
Xu Jianguo looked at the middle-aged man's eager eyes and nodded, "Okay!"
He lifted the wooden board and slightly opened the mouth of the cloth bag to show the uncle.
"Hiss!" When the middle-aged uncle saw what was in the bag, he couldn't help but gasp. Then he quickly covered the bag's mouth and asked in a trembling voice, "Little brother, what's the price?"
Xu Jianguo thought about it. Just now, the price of one jin of flour was 75 cents. Seeing the uncle's excited look, it meant that grain was in short supply now. Moreover, the uncle should have come earlier than him. Now he had nothing in his hands, which proved that no one was selling grain in this yard. So he decided to call out a higher price so that if the uncle bargained, he would have room for negotiation.
As a small trader who worked in the south for several years in his previous life, Xu Jianguo has many skills in selling things, which can be said to have become his instinct.
"2 yuan for 1 jin. There are 10 jin here in total. If you have coupons, you can exchange 1 yuan for 1 jin. 3 jin of grain coupons for 1 jin of grain. Other coupons are also acceptable, depending on the value."
The middle-aged man was obviously stunned for a moment after hearing Xu Jianguo's offer, but what he said next made Xu Jianguo want to slap him in the face.
"Okay, I want them all!"
"Damn, why does it feel like the price is too low?" Xu Jianguo thought to himself.
You have to know that in that era, the price of rice in the grain store was only 25 cents per pound, and of course you needed grain coupons.
Xu Jianguo thought that the price he quoted was four times as high as the original price, but he didn't expect that the uncle didn't even hesitate and took it all.
But then he thought about it and felt relieved. The food supply is now in short supply. Many people have money and tickets, but they just can't buy food.
This also shows the benefits of the planned economy. At this time, the production, sales and prices of all materials in the country are regulated by the state, and no one dares to raise prices.
If the same situation happened in the market economy of later generations, the grain store would be considered conscientious if it did not raise the price by dozens of times.
The middle-aged man took out a large black ten-pound bill from his pocket and handed it to Xu Jianguo. He then took out 15 kilograms of food coupons and asked, "Little brother, I only have 15 kilograms of food coupons. What do you want for the rest?"
"Do you have any cloth coupons?"
"Yes, but not much, only 6 feet."
"Well, you can give me the other tickets as you see fit."
"OK!"
Finally, the middle-aged man gave Xu Jianguo a big black ten-cent ticket, 15 jin of grain tickets, 6 feet of cloth tickets, 1 jin of meat tickets, 1 jin of pastry tickets, 1 shoe ticket and a water bottle ticket (thermos).
Before industrial coupons were issued, items like lunch boxes, thermoses, towels and enamel basins all had separate special coupons. It was not until the end of 1961 that the country began issuing industrial coupons and these various coupons were brought together.
The middle-aged man carried the cloth bag, looked around vigilantly, and then quickly left the black market.
Looking at the direction the uncle left, Xu Jianguo realized that the entrance and exit of this black market were separate, probably for safety reasons.
After putting the money and tickets in his hand into the backpack, which was actually the storage space, Xu Jianguo put the backpack on his back and walked in the direction the uncle left, leaving the black market through the back door.
Walking out of Wuyi Lane, Xu Jianguo walked towards the supply and marketing cooperative in the distance.
The supply and marketing cooperative is no different from the stores of later generations. It is just a place for buying and selling things.
The supply and marketing cooperatives of this era were spread all over the country and were all state-owned units.
When ordinary people buy things, they basically go to supply and marketing cooperatives, except for the black market.
Salespeople in supply and marketing cooperatives were definitely very popular in that era. If a family had a relative working in a supply and marketing cooperative, they would feel proud wherever they went. In addition to being able to buy things before others, they could even buy some popular goods that others could not.
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