"This is what Uncle De Zheng did wrong. Luo Qiao was the victim from the beginning to the end. If he wants to blame someone, he should blame his own daughter for harming him. He is really not in a clear mind."

When Luo Qiao arrived in the city, she first found a place to enter the space, changed her clothes, and went to the black market. This month's fish should be delivered. He Yujie was not there, so she told Ning Rui that they would trade at the shabby house outside the city in the evening.

Ning Rui was still a little curious and asked, "How did you transport it here?"

Luo Qiao said, "Hasn't your boss told you that curiosity kills? I'll be waiting for you there at nine o'clock tonight."

Luo Qiao went up the mountain early this morning before dawn and caught all the fish. This time he caught more than ten times more. He carefully picked out the small fish and threw them back into the pond. The ones left were all fish weighing more than one and a half kilograms.

With the letter of introduction, she wanted to go out and find a place to sell the product. Who knows, she might be able to get a good price on the black market in those big cities.

There were two purposes for this trip. One was to go to the south and use the money in hand to see if she could trade some things and accumulate some start-up capital. The other was to go to Beijing and reveal the identity of the substitute. As for what the original parents would do, that was none of her business.

After walking around the black market, she couldn't find what she needed. In the inner part, she ran into a little boy selling medical books in the corner, all of which were thread-bound books.

Luo Qiao approached, picked it up, looked at it carefully, and asked softly, "Are you selling this book for money or exchanging it for something else?"

The little boy looked up at Luo Qiao and said, "I want to exchange for some fine grains and brown sugar."

After saying that, he seemed to have thought of something, and said a little embarrassedly: "I know these are not worth much money. If you like them, just give me something."

Luo Qiao asked, "Where is your father?"

When the little boy heard Luo Qiao's question, he looked at her warily and said, "This has nothing to do with them."

As he was about to pick up the books on the ground and leave, Luo Qiao reached out and held the boy's arm, saying, "Don't be afraid, I don't have any other intentions. I want these books, and I'll give you ten kilograms of fine grains and one kilogram of brown sugar. Is that okay?"

Luo Qiao said, "This book should be an heirloom. Don't you regret exchanging it like this?"

The little boy looked at the medical books reluctantly, tears welling up in his eyes, and said, "Now my mother and sister are waiting for food to save their lives. It is worth it if these books can save my sister's life."

After hearing this, Luo Qiao felt inexplicably touched.

He looked at the people in the black market and said, "Put away these books and let's go to another place. Even if I give you the food now, you may not be able to take it out of this black market safely.

Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. For each of your books, I'll give you ten kilograms of fine grain, and another kilogram of brown sugar and some red dates. If you agree, we can leave here first."

After hearing what Luo Qiao said, the boy thought for a while, as if he had made up his mind. He quickly put away the rag, stood up and followed Luo Qiao out. He didn't know why, but his intuition told him that the person in front of him was not a bad person.

Now that grandma has injured her arm, it is inconvenient for her to go out. If I don’t bring back some fine food, his mother will soon have no milk left, and his sister will cry with hunger all day long.

The food that grandma exchanged last time was supposed to last mom a few days, but unexpectedly, Second Aunt and Second Uncle snatched away all the remaining food. Grandma even injured her arm trying to stop them.

Luo Qiao and the little boy walked out of the black market. Luo Qiao asked, "Where do you live? I'll take you there and give you the things. You're still young now, and you can't carry them even if I give them to you."

The boy had four ancient medical books in his hands. One book contained ten kilograms of fine grain, which was forty kilograms. The boy looked only eight or nine years old. He probably couldn't walk far carrying forty kilograms.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

It would be bad if you meet someone with bad intentions on the way.

(End of this chapter)