He Yuheng also bought other rabbits from the black market and placed them in his space. However, other rabbits would fight with the original rabbit if they were put in. He Yuheng had no choice but to use his will to separate them. Otherwise, the new rabbit would be bitten to death.
The problem of harmonious co-existence of the same species had been solved, but there was a new problem. A group of rabbits began to interbreed. He Yuheng's entire space was almost filled with rabbits.
He Yuheng specially planted some grass for the rabbits to eat. Otherwise, the other crops in the space would suffer.
"I haven't come to see it for a while. The rice planted some time ago has actually grown.”
He Yuheng raised his hand, and countless ears of rice scattered into grains. Then, he removed the outer shell of the rice, and the yellow grains instantly faded into white rice and were stored in another storage space.
One grid was filled with rice, a total of 1000 catties!
This was the result of the support of the spiritual spring space. In fact, in order to increase the yield, He Yuheng used the spiritual spring water to grow rice. If it was in an ordinary environment, it would be impossible to have such a yield.
After everything was done, He Yuheng took out 50 catties of rice and all kinds of vegetables and went straight to Qin Lan's house to prepare for dinner.
On the way to Qin Lan's house, He Yuheng was in a very good mood.
At this moment, a figure by the roadside attracted his attention. It was an old man who was setting up a stall by the roadside in the snow.
This might not be a rare thing in modern times, but He Yuheng lived in an era where any spontaneous market behavior was boycotted. Stalls were only allowed for the public, and private ones were not allowed. This was called speculation.
He Yuheng walked forward and took a closer look. Wasn't this the " Third Master "? This old man sold his calligraphy and helped write all kinds of letters and couplets. He only needed to pay some money to moisten the pen and use up some materials.
There were actually many such businesses all over the country. Because communication technology was still lagging behind at this time, there were no phones or cell phones. He had to send telegrams to contact his relatives and friends far away. Telegrams were calculated by the number of words, which was especially expensive. Therefore, letters became the primary choice for civilians to contact people from afar.
He Yuheng didn't have any distant friends or relatives that he could contact. He had his eyes on the ink in the old man's hand. It was a round cake ink. Such ink was rare.
"Old man, can I see the ink in your hand?”
Brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, many people would not be able to distinguish between ink and inkstone. The round " 417 " shaped ink in front of them could easily be mistaken for an inkstone.
The so-called inkstone was a container used to hold ink. It was also called an inkstone. A little water was added into it, and then an ink stick was ground on it. The water could be turned into ink that could be used for writing.
Ink ingots could be understood as chalk, so most ink ingots were cylindrical or rectangular, and very few were round.
"Alright, look, but be careful. This is the guy that I eat.”
This old man was probably an old scholar. Such a person would suffer next year.
In the beginning, He Yuheng was just curious about the ink ingot of the round cake, but when he took a look, his eyes lit up.
"Old Master, let me ask, is there a box for this ink ingot?”
"There's a box!"
Although the old man was curious why he wanted to look at a box, he still took out a box from the side and handed it to He Yuheng. He Yuheng took it and looked at it carefully, then his eyes widened in surprise.
The box was made of red sandalwood, and the ink ingot was very new. It had almost never been used.
"Old Master, this ink ingot has just been unsealed?”
"Yeah, isn't it the new year? We really don't have any extra food at home, so we opened a new ink ingot. I came out to write in the hope that I could earn some money to eat.”
Looking at He Yuheng's big and small bags, the old man was envious.
Just that bag of 50 catties of rice was enough for the old man to eat for a few months.
"Old man, I'll tell you the truth. I've taken a fancy to your ink ingot.”
"You want to buy it?"
"Hey, don't talk about buying, let's exchange!"
The old man's eyes lit up and he asked,""What are you going to give me in exchange?"
He Yuheng pondered for a while. It was not easy for an old man to live. He still had to set up a stall during the New Year, so he said,"500 catties of rice. What do you think?”
"What is it? 500 pounds!"
The old man looked at He Yuheng in disbelief. In this era, rice was about 16 cents per catty. He Yuheng's offer was a full 80 RMB.
A collector was different from an antique dealer. An antique dealer was a businessman, and a businessman pursued profits. There were all kinds of calculations when collecting things from others. However, collectors were different. They would help as much as they could. They would not go against their conscience and swindle.
In the end, the antique industry was a scam.
"Are you serious?"
"Really? To tell you the truth, it's an old item from the Ming Dynasty. I like this thing. I'll collect it and leave it for my descendants. Do you want to exchange it?”
"Change!"
Of course, it was 5000 catties of rice!
"But can you afford 500 catties of rice?”
"Don't worry about that. Go find a car first. Without a car, you won't be able to carry 500 catties of rice!”
The old man went to look for a car while He Yuheng quickly went to a hidden corner and put everything in the interspace. Then, he found a shop that sold sacks and bought sacks to store rice.
50 pounds of the first batch, a total of 100 bags. After He Yuheng packed them, she waited for the old man to come.
An hour later, the old man brought a man and a car.
"Take a look. 500 catties of rice have been prepared for you.”
The two of them widened their eyes. He Yuheng had really produced 500 catties of rice in such a short period of time.
After the old man finished checking and felt that there was no problem, he handed the ink box to He Yuheng. He Yuheng also checked the goods first. The ink ingot inside was still the same as before. It was exactly the same and had not been touched.
"Alright, then we're even!”
"No problem. We're even."
"I'll help you carry this rice to the car. It's quite heavy.”He Yuheng suggested.
"Thank you very much. Otherwise, I don't know when my old bones and I would have moved.”
"It's nothing, it's nothing!"
He Yuheng waved his hand and began to help the old man move the rice. This mere 50 catties was not a problem for He Yuheng's current physique. It was done easily.
"Oh, right. "Do you have any similar things at home? If they're good, I'll take them all. Rice, white flour, sweet potatoes, potatoes, you can exchange them all!”
"Yes, do you want the books?"
"Yes. Why don't you go back first today? You can bring these meters home first. It'll be more reassuring, right? Tomorrow, you can quietly bring the things over. Let's set the time for noon, or here!”
The old man was short of money, but he didn't dare to set up a stall on the main road.
"Good!"
The old man agreed excitedly. He didn't expect an ink ingot to be able to exchange for so much rice.
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