Chapter 27 Buying Stamps

On the weekend, Shen Ruoqing used the excuse of visiting classmates to walk for a distance to the Hongqi Brigade and then turned to the county town.

Shen Ruoqing was heartbroken after spending ten thousand yuan on the inheritance of the miracle doctor this week, so he decided to sell some things to make up for the loss.

After all, upgrading the space costs 40,000 yuan, so she has to save money slowly.

After not coming here for a long time, Shen Ruoqing decided to go to the black market to check out the prices first. Since he didn't have anything to sell, he naturally didn't need to spend money to enter the black market. Shen Ruoqing was walking around. Although Shen Ruoqing had sold several thousand kilograms of grain before, the quality of that grain was too good, so Brother Biao sold it to the provincial capital. So the price of grain on the black market here has slightly increased by one or two cents.

Shen Ruoqing had almost figured out the price of grain. Just as he was about to leave, someone suddenly shouted, "Someone's coming!"

The tone was anxious and warning.

The black market suddenly became noisy, and everyone around me rushed out in a hurry. Those who were slow to move quickly packed up their packages and rushed out. Those who sold fragile eggs didn't care whether the eggs would break or not, and ran away desperately with the eggs in their arms.

It was the first time that Shen Ruoqing encountered such a thing. He panicked for a moment and ran out with everyone.

When running, Shen Ruoqing bumped into a woman. Perhaps because she was too panicked, the woman's things fell to the ground, and the scarf covering her face was also loosened. Shen Ruoqing knew this woman. Wasn't she Wen Jiao who cried in the hospital that day?

Seeing that the person behind her was about to catch up, Wen Jiao gritted her teeth and ran away without even bothering to pick up the things that fell on the ground.

Shen Ruoqing calmed down at this moment. She didn't bring anything with her this time, so why did she run? However, looking at the things lying on the ground, there were cloths, kettles, enamel cups... and a pocket watch that looked very old, Shen Ruoqing chose to put them all into the space.

When Shen Ruoqing had finished packing, the person with a red circle on his arm caught up with them.

"Don't move! Turn around!"

Shen Ruoqing turned around confidently. Since she was wearing a human skin mask, she was not afraid of being recognized by others.

The visitor scanned her inside and out, and found nothing hidden.

The leading lady asked sternly, "Why are you running?"

He ran so fast that she thought he was a profiteer.

"I saw everyone running, so I followed them. I didn't know what happened."

The old lady stared at Shen Ruoqing suspiciously, but since she couldn't find any evidence, she had to let her go.

"It's okay, don't come over here. I won't be so nice to talk to you next time I see you."

Shen Ruoqing nodded in agreement.

As the group of people left, Shen Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking about the things in the space, she wondered how to return them to the owner. She had only met Wen Jiao once, and she didn't even know where Wen Jiao lived.

Forget it, let’s just sell things.

Shen Ruoqing found Brother Biao and traded 25,000 yuan worth of grain and various plastic products.

Still earn more from food.

But it was only these two years. After these two years, the grain would not be sold at a high price. Shen Ruoqing did not think that she was making money from the national disaster. When the famine was severe, grain could not be bought on the black market. She sold only fine grains, and of good quality. Those who could afford them were the former landlords. She felt no guilt in making money from them.

However, Brother Biao only gave more than 18,000 yuan in cash, and the rest of the money was paid with small yellow croaker antiques, gold jewelry and other things.

Shen Ruoqing couldn't tell whether the antiques she received were real or fake, but she still liked the jewelry. Thinking that many antiques were destroyed in this era, Shen Ruoqing thought it would be a good idea to stock up on antiques at this time. After all, antiques are cheap now, and it would be a good choice to leave them to future generations.

After the payment and delivery, Shen Ruoqing first went to the post office. Inspired by antiques, she vaguely remembered that stamps of this era were also very valuable.

Shen Ruoqing gave the post office worker two White Rabbit candies and made an excuse that she was giving them to a classmate. The worker then brought all the stamps to her to choose from. There were more than a dozen sets of stamps, including "Workers of the World Unite", "The Brave People of Southern Vietnam Will Win", "Xin'anjiang Hydropower Station", "Chemical Industry", etc. She bought two sets and two of the other scattered stamps.

Shen Ruoqing only remembered that the most valuable stamp was the one with the whole country covered in red. Because the map of China on the stamp was inaccurate, it was stopped from being issued. This stamp was extremely rare and precious, and sold for millions. But she couldn't get this stamp.

These stamps cost only over thirty dollars in total.

After collecting the stamps, Shen Ruoqing came to the scrap yard again. This time she put on her character mask again.

"Old man, how many years have you been here?"

Shen Ruoqing took out a pack of Peony brand cigarettes and handed it to the old man at the scrap yard.

The old man took the cigarette with a smile, and Shen Ruoqing helped him light it. For a moment, the air was filled with smoke.

"It's been more than two years, young man. What brings you to my scrapyard? What's the matter?"

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"There is something I would like to ask you for help. I am interested in old things, so I would like to ask you to collect some for me. If there are people selling old things at the scrap yard and the price is right, you can collect them for me and treat them as scrap."

Hearing this, the old gatekeeper shook his head like a rattle: "No, that wouldn't be speculation. I won't do that."

"It's just like collecting scraps. How can it be considered speculation? We don't ask proactively. We just collect what they want to sell. It's just like scraps if we leave it there. You might as well sell it to me. Uncle, I won't let you work for nothing. I'll give you 30 yuan a month, plus three pounds of soybeans and two pounds of flour."

As Shen Ruoqing spoke, he took out three pounds of soybeans and two pounds of flour from his schoolbag.

The old gatekeeper took a deep breath.

Thirty yuan was more than his salary as a janitor here, not to mention that there were soybeans and flour, which were good things that could not be bought in the market.

"Why do you collect so many old items? Are you going to resell them?"

"How could that be possible? I just like this thing. Nowadays, how can these old things be sold? I just have a hobby of collecting. I will never do anything like speculation."

The soybeans and flour were already in the hands of the old gatekeeper.

The old man at the gate touched a handful of them and said, "These are all this year's new soybeans, right? And this white flour, why is it so white? Is this the same color as the specially supplied Fuqiang flour?"

"How is it?" Shen Ruoqing handed another cigarette to the old gatekeeper.

Thinking of his little grandson with a sallow face, the old gatekeeper took another deep breath.

"Okay, I'll do it!"

(End of this chapter)