Xin Li didn't quite understand what an agent was, but she thought it shouldn't be a bad thing.
It was half past twelve after lunch. Wan Feng and Xia Qiulong went out and started walking towards the farmers' market. The distance from the county hospital to the farmers' market was not short, but they arrived there in half an hour.
In the 1980s, Hongya County had only one state-owned farmers' market, located on the banks of the Hongshui River at the easternmost end of Hongya County. It sold all kinds of non-staple foods and food. Of course, many of these items were supplied with coupons, so having money without coupons was useless.
For example, Wan Feng wanted to buy some meat here to take back. His greedy uncle had complained several times that he had a stomach disease that lacked meat and urgently needed timely treatment.
Wan Feng couldn't bear to watch his uncle die like this, but without any meat tickets, Wan Feng could only watch his uncle wither away.
The only comforting thing is that even if my uncle becomes more haggard, he will not die.
By the way, I’ll ask Brother Zhao later if he has any meat tickets to buy some, even half a pound would be fine.
Wan Feng was not unfamiliar with this place. The last time he went to the river to look for Xia Qiulong, he passed by this market.
In the southeast corner of the market, there are a few scattered residents. It is said that these residents are the earliest residents of Hongya. Their ancestors lived here a hundred years ago when this was just a village.
Perhaps to take care of the indigenous people of Hongya County, the Zhendong Market opened a door here, with a mottled alley in front of the door.
In Wan Feng's eyes, the buildings on both sides of the alley were like newly unearthed antiques, full of simplicity and heaviness. Walking in the alley between the village and the market was like walking between the words of an ancient book with ancient colors and ancient rhymes.
This ancient but not quiet alley is the place where the bills are left.
Wan Feng frowned when he walked into the alley.
From a security perspective, this black market is not safe. Although it is close to a noisy market, the Hongshui River is to the east, which means there is no escape route in one direction. Once surrounded, the east side becomes a dead end, and there are only three sides to escape.
But this didn't seem to have anything to do with him. He wasn't a ticket scalper, so even if the police came to arrest him, it would be useless. Now he didn't even have a single piece of ticket on him.
From a distance, I saw Brother Zhao squatting under a tree like a farmer, but his eyes were looking around furtively like a spy. When he saw Wan Feng and Xia Qiulong, he stood up and turned away without saying a word.
There were quite a lot of people in this alley, about thirty or forty of them. Some looked like workers, some like professors, some like village women, and one person was holding a birdcage in his hand, pretending to be a noble from the previous dynasty. No one knew what kind of bird was in the cage.
These people seemed to be in a leisurely state, but from their wandering eyes Wan Feng knew that they were all kinds of ticket scalpers.
During this time, there were also some people who did not look like ticket scalpers wandering around in the crowd, seemingly looking for something.
These people do not actively sell their own things. They only do business with regular customers or business led by regular customers. Instead, they are very wary when they see strangers.
Brother Zhao went deeper into the alley and had already left the bustling area of the black market.
"Brother Xia! Let's keep some distance. You should stay away from me and follow me just in case."
There was a mixed crowd here, and the social atmosphere at that time was not safe, with criminal cases occurring from time to time.
Wan Feng was worried that if the two of them were together, they would be taken advantage of, so he made a suggestion.
Xia Qiulong did nothing. He took a few steps behind Wan Feng, creating a distance of more than ten meters between him and him, pretending to be idle.
If Brother Zhao's behavior is like that of a spy, then the next person he will introduce to Wan Feng is the spy chief, and there are three of them.
These three guys were hiding in a corner with shifty eyes and they looked like they were not good people.
"Rats, let me introduce you to a customer."
Brother Zhao introduced Wan Feng to the three spy chiefs.
One of the guys, who looked down without even looking up, squinted his eyes at Brother Zhao and said, "Zhao Le, you're kidding me, this is your most important customer? This is just a kid, and you're trying to trick us with this little kid?"
I was despised before I even said anything.
Zhao Le quickly denied: "I am Sanhaozi. Don't judge a person by his appearance. You can't use a ladle to kiln seawater. Don't look down on others. Maybe they are really a big customer."
Wan Feng chuckled. "Three Rat!" This name was so damn suitable for this guy. It was practically tailor-made for him. If this guy's face got into a pile of rats, the rats would probably be stunned.
"Boy! What are you laughing at? I'll cut you if you laugh again." The third mouse was unhappy.
In order to avoid being scolded, Wan Feng stopped smiling: "Brother! Let's stop coughing for no reason. Let's be honest. I need to buy some cloth coupons. Do you have any?"
San Haozi looked at Wan Feng with a bad face: "Why are you buying cloth coupons, you little brat? Do you have money?"
Wan Feng looked around and then pulled out a cloth bag tied to his waistband from his pants. He reached in and took out a handful of money, all ten-yuan notes without a single change.
The third mouse's eyes widened immediately, and not only the third mouse, but also the big mouse and the second mouse behind him also widened their eyes.
This amount of money was at least a few hundred yuan, and they never thought that a child could come up with so much money.
Wan Feng quickly stuffed the money into his pocket and then into his pants.
"You've already seen my sincerity. Now it's time to see what you have in store."
Zhao Le chuckled at the side and said, "Third Mouse, you believe me now, right? You guys can talk slowly. I have business to attend to, so I won't stay here with you."
After Zhao Le left, San Haozi's eyes rolled around.
Wan Feng was getting impatient: "Do you have any? If not, don't waste my time."
The third mouse turned around and nodded to the other two mice behind him.
One of the older-looking guys turned around and took out a cloth bag from some corner, opened the bag and handed it to Wan Feng.
The bag was filled with bundles of cloth coupons, but I had no idea how many there were.
Wan Feng snapped his fingers: "Now let's talk about the price."
Er Haozi, who had been silent the whole time, spoke up: "This is not the place to negotiate the price. It's not safe. Let's go to the river and talk it over slowly."
Wan Feng thought for a moment, a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and nodded, "Okay! I also think this is not the place to negotiate the price."
With the three Haozi in front and Wanfeng behind, the four of them left the alley and came to the river along an alley that could only be walked around once.
They walked downstream along the river bank for about a hundred meters. During this time, the big rat did not follow them in, but stopped where they entered the bank.
The indigenous buildings on the riverside were not built along the river, but gradually moved away from the riverbed. Therefore, the place where Wan Feng was standing was already a hundred meters away from the people.
If you walk another 500 meters down, you will reach the woods where Xia Qiulong used to fish, the woods where Wan Feng and Xia Qiulong once fought side by side.
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