Chapter 952 Capital Chronicle 2

Apart from nodding, Feng Qingxue did not make any other movements.

Because she understood Lu Jiang's concerns, she obeyed him obediently.

Although their faces were painted black and their clothes were ordinary and full of patches, they were in high spirits and looked like people who had no shortage of food, especially Lu Jiang who was carrying a backpack on his shoulder.

So, as soon as they appeared on the edge of the black market, they were targeted.

A teenage boy ran faster than a rabbit and arrived in front of them in an instant. Although he was begging, he did not look humble at all. "Can you sell me some food? Just coarse grains, just coarse grains."

He was very tactful and kept his voice low.

Seeing that he was dark and thin, the kind with skin and bones showing, and his clothes were very tattered, Lu Jiang felt a pang in his heart. It was obvious that although the difficult times had passed for five or six years and the famine had been alleviated, there were still many people who were poorly clothed and hungry.

"Take it, go back quickly, don't stay here. Tickets are not money, nor are they food, and don't accuse us of speculation!" Feng Qingxue said gently. Not taking money is a kind act, and others can't find fault with it. If you take the boy's money, then the meaning is different. Tickets, industrial vouchers and the like can be given to others, but transactions are illegal.

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The young man took two steps and stood in front of them. "My name is Xing Yushan, and my brother's name is Xing Minshan. Uncle and aunt, what are your names? My brother and I will definitely repay you when we grow up. Please tell me."

"I can't..."

"What are you going to buy with it?" Feng Qingxue's voice contained a hint of gentle teasing.

Feng Qingxue pulled Lu Jiang away, turned around and smiled, "Go home quickly, kid, don't hang around here."

The young man was stunned and began to tremble violently, "Food coupons..." They were military food coupons, flour coupons, which were fine grains.

Feng Qingxue thought for a moment and stuffed ten kilograms of food coupons into his pocket. "Take these three dollars and twenty-five cents and go to the food store to buy it. It's more cost-effective than buying it on the black market."

The boy's face immediately turned red, and he stammered, "Three dollars and twenty-five cents, I only have three dollars and twenty-five cents. I heard that coarse grains on the black market are thirty cents a pound, I wonder if I can buy ten pounds of coarse grains to tide over the difficulties."

According to national regulations, ten kilograms of food coupons can be used to buy thirty or forty kilograms of coarse grains at a grain store, because fine grains are too precious.

The current price of coarse grains is 30 cents, and fine grains are 70 to 80 cents per pound, with fluctuations from time to time. When the situation is bad, it can be sold for one yuan per pound. Seven years ago, a pound of fine grain coupons alone could be sold at a high price of five or six yuan.

"Xing Minshan?" Feng Qingxue blurted out.

The price of such food coupons on the black market is equal to the price of food.

"Do you know my brother?"

"I don't know you, nor do I know your brother, but I heard your brother's name a few years ago." Feng Qingxue smiled, "My son's name is Lu Tianmao, and his nickname is Xibao."

Xing Yushan covered his mouth all of a sudden, "Little Xibao, the little Xibao who gave us the buns!"

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He held the food coupons in one hand and shook Feng Qingxue's hand with the other, and was so happy that tears fell from his eyes. "I remember, I remember, that winter, if Grandpa Lu and Xibao hadn't given us money, food coupons, and buns, my brothers and I wouldn't have survived that month with only sweet potato peels and rotten vegetable leaves. You are all kind people, great people. Grandpa Lu and Xibao we met were like this, helping us without asking for anything in return, and you are the same, Auntie."

(End of this chapter)