Although the old woman felt regretful, she still said, "Okay, I'll keep it for you. If we meet again, please don't reject me."

Feng Qingxue smiled and nodded, and the two went their separate ways.

When approaching another black market, Feng Qingxue suddenly stopped, stood on the side of the road and no longer moved forward.

Because she saw many people fleeing in all directions, all in a hurry.

Some people had fast legs and ran very quickly. They ran away from Feng Qingxue and away from the black market. The elderly people with poor legs and women who could not run fast were in a miserable state. They looked dejected. Next to them were young men and women with red armbands and military green clothes. It was impossible to tell who they were just by looking at their clothes, but it was obvious that they were checking the black market transactions for supplies.

The state strictly prohibits illegal acts of private trading of materials.

An old man in an old Zhongshan suit said impatiently: "Comrade, I am just taking a rest under the old elm tree. Why are you arresting me? Look, look, I have no money or anything on me."

As he spoke, he opened his pockets and found that they were indeed empty.

Seeing this, a young man who was guarding him frowned and said, "Go!"

After the old man left, the other people who were arrested followed suit. They had no money or things on them, which meant they had no evidence. Those who came to sell grain and food coupons had all their food confiscated because they failed to negotiate and did not leave the black market to trade.

Not only was it confiscated, but they also had to undergo criticism and education.

Among these people, there was Shen Feihong.

Feng Qingxue frowned. She saw that Shen Feihong's backpack had been confiscated. She didn't know whether he came to sell things or buy food, but he was caught red-handed. While others were dejected, he stood up straight and faced the young woman who criticized him.

"Comrade, why are you arresting me? I just like to wander around. I don't know which bastard threw a backpack at my feet and ran away. The backpack hit my feet. I was jumping up and down in pain when you came. The things are not mine, why are you criticizing me? I can't bear this crime! Everyone knows me. I have no home, no job, no salary, and I have an old grandmother at home. The two of us rely on the food standard to make a living. How can I get food to sell on the black market?"

The young woman was about eighteen or nineteen years old, and was stunned by what he said.

Feng Qingxue thought for a moment, then walked over and greeted the young woman, "Comrade, I saw this when I passed by just now. Someone framed him."

The young woman looked at Feng Qingxue and asked, "Really?"

"Yes!" Feng Qingxue nodded heavily.

"Then why are you here with a backpack? Don't you know this is a place where crimes are committed?"

Shen Feihong's eyes lit up when he saw Feng Qingxue. After hearing what the young woman said, he immediately became unhappy. "Comrade, this road is divided into two halves. Why can't my sister pass by here? This sister came from the countryside to find me, Shen Feihong. If you don't believe me, go and ask around. Also ask if you have to take this road to get to my house."

Upon hearing the name "Shen Feihong", the young man who was criticizing others immediately said, "Cao Jing, let him go."

Shen Feihong held his head high and left the Old Elm Tree black market with Feng Qingxue.

"Thanks, sister. I owe you a favor today." Shen Feihong said with a smile.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Feng Qingxue said straight to the point: "Brother, I really came to see you. I really like the bracelet I saw yesterday. Can you help me? I want to exchange the other one for food."

. . These two chapters should have been updated yesterday, but my computer died, so I had to rewrite and update today. I was at home taking care of the naughty kids, and my sister and brother-in-law helped me buy a computer. I spent a lot of money today. Not only my wallet was bleeding, but my face was also bleeding because the naughty kids scratched my face. There are still four chapters in the afternoon, which is the amount of updates for today. I should be able to type faster after I get the new notebook.