When talking about eating Guanyin soil, Li Jinfeng found that the man's expression was a little sad.
He actually sympathized with these people, but in the current situation, if they were hungry, they wouldn't even know if they could survive today, so how could he care about what would happen after he survived?
Being able to eat a full meal is already something that makes people so happy that they want to cry, so who has the right to complain about anything?
"My dear, this is all I can tell you. If you have anything else to ask, come to Bayi Lane tomorrow and I'll tell you in detail. I have to go back today!"
Perhaps thinking of himself and his blind old mother at home, the man became more determined to go back early and bring the fine grains back for his mother to taste.
At least, before his old mother's life came to an end, she could taste the fine grains that she had never tasted in her life.
Although Li Jinfeng still had many questions to ask, she knew when to stop when she saw the man's red eyes.
She grinned and said to the man, "Thank you, uncle!" and let him go.
Even though the man left, Li Jinfeng had to continue her business.
She put another ten pounds of flour into the cloth bag she brought with her, and then two four-pound packets of noodles, which totaled fourteen pounds.
Not all the things in the supermarket are high-end items. There are also many cheap ones that have no packaging, just wrapped in white paper.
There are no words on it, so there is no need to worry about people finding out that the noodles are not a product of this era.
Li Jinfeng was not planning to go to Bayi Lane. The man he did business with also said that it was possible to do business in the alley.
However, this time, she targeted those who were dressed well but had a bad complexion.
Usually, this kind of person is very likely to have a job.
He should have plenty of money, and probably has some tickets of various kinds.
Li Jinfeng is short of money and tickets now. She wants to collect some tickets, no matter what kind they are. Even if she doesn't buy anything with them, they will be antiques in the future.
Maybe, she can make a fortune.
Thinking of this, Li Jinfeng began to look for her clients everywhere.
After wandering around for a long time, I arrived at a yard with few people. A man wearing old black work clothes, with a thin figure and sallow cheeks, walked out of the small yard.
Li Jinfeng came forward and asked quietly, "Comrade, do you want to buy some flour and noodles?"
The man was stunned after Li Jinfeng said this.
He seemed to not believe what Li Jinfeng said and stared at her intently.
"Comrade..."
Before she finished speaking, the man nodded quickly, "Yes, yes..."
After saying that, he looked around warily. Finding that no one was looking at him, he quickly continued to ask, "How much do you have?"
Li Jinfeng pulled the bag toward the man. "About ten pounds of flour, and two packages of noodles, each weighing two pounds, for a total of fourteen pounds!"
The man was stunned again, especially when he recalled that the money in Li Jinfeng's pocket was actually noodles, a sense of surprise surged in his heart.
"Girl, you...you come into the house with me, I...I will get you money." The man spoke incoherently.
He hasn't seen Jingmian for a long time.
There is no supply of fine noodles like this in the county town.
He had seen this kind of flour a few years ago when he visited his eldest brother's home in the provincial capital. He used it to make dumplings and noodles, and the dumplings and noodles made from it were so delicious that you could almost swallow your tongue.
"Do you have tickets? Better prepare some!" Li Jinfeng said, adding, "They don't have to be food tickets, anything else will do!"
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