"Well, my dear, I won't hide it from you. Because of the famine, cornmeal has been classified as a fine grain. Good things like rice and flour are very rare. There is only a small amount of supply during festivals, and the supply is far less than the demand."

Having said this in a low voice, the old lady sighed.

"My daughter-in-law is in confinement after childbirth and can't even eat a single grain of food. The baby is three days old and the milk is not coming in. The baby is crying with hunger. If you have any connections, please help me, an old man, and show me a way out. I won't hide it from you. In the black market, expensive grains may cost several yuan per pound and you may not be able to get them. I won't treat you unfairly in terms of price."

Food is the most important thing for people. In this era, food is really more precious than money.

Feng Qingxue had read information about the black market and knew that the country strictly prohibited speculation.

To put it bluntly, it means prohibiting ordinary people from conducting private transactions.

However, due to hunger, many people took risks, and the black market became a place that everyone knew about. Some people traded in the streets, some under trees and on bridges, and some at train stations. The location often changed.

Some even negotiate deals during the day and trade supplies at night.

Everyone has a hard time, unless they are the kind of people who strictly abide by national laws and regulations and usually turn a blind eye.

Because there were a lot of supplies stored in the space, Feng Qingxue wanted to sell some food. Food was not enough, she also needed money. Fortunately, food was more important than money. Now that the old lady asked this, it just suited her wishes.

She likes reading and understands micro-expressions. She can tell whether the old lady is lying or not.

The old lady didn't lie, so she also spoke in a low voice.

"Do you want rice or flour? Do you want eggs?"

The old lady was startled, a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, then she calmed down and nodded quickly, "Girl, is it true?"

Feng Qingxue patted the backpack at her feet.

The old lady was overjoyed, she grabbed her and whispered, "I want them all."

After saying this, she raised her voice and said, "My dear girl, if I hadn't come to say hello because you looked familiar, I wouldn't have known that you were a relative from my mother's side. How can a relative not come to visit? Hurry up and go to my house to drink some hot water."

Nowadays, even if you have money, you can’t buy the fine grains you want on the black market, which shows how precious they are.

So, the old lady didn't want to let Feng Qingxue go.

"Auntie, it's really you. I didn't recognize you." Feng Qingxue said as she stood up and put the backpack on her shoulders. "But I have to go look for someone later, so I won't go to your house."

After saying this loudly, Feng Qingxue lowered her voice and said, "Let's find a place where no one is around to trade. We don't need to lock the door."

One must be on guard against others, especially since she is an unarmed girl.

The old lady nodded without objection.

"My daughter, I'm going home to get money and a bag. Where can I find you?" The old lady often went to the black market and was sensible.

Feng Qingxue thought for a moment and said, "I'll go wait for you under the old elm tree not far away. There are a lot of people here, and there are many eyes."

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"Okay, you go first and I'll go later." The old lady obviously also knew the iconic old tree.

"Let me ask you first, what price can you offer? If the price is right, I won't look for anyone else."

"In the black market, food coupons are five yuan per pound. Fine grains like rice and flour are one yuan more expensive, and eggs are also five yuan per pound. Girl, I'll pay six yuan per pound. I'll buy as many as you have. Don't sell them to others."