Without the stick, this ingrate was wandering around the courtyard house.
Song Qingshan was in a good mood the entire day.
After work in the afternoon.
He planned to buy some crops and poultry for planting and breeding in the mythical realm.
His monthly salary was only 21 yuan, which was not even higher than Qin Huiru's. After all, he had just started work.
There wasn't much money and tickets available.
Fortunately, there were already some individual merchants, and they had gradually formed a black market.
The black market sounded a little mysterious.
Actually, there was no contraband.
It was just that there was no need to buy tickets here and they could even provide an exchange service. The only difference was that the price was a little higher.
There were also all kinds of rare and uncommon things that were in short supply.
Under the current social situation, the circulation of goods was relatively closed. Even if you had money, you might not be able to buy what you needed.
That was why there was a market for it.
After all, if there was a need, there would be corresponding things.
Nowadays, vegetable seeds, young poultry, and small fry were not too expensive.
In short, the black market was where one could buy things that were not commonly seen in the market.
He didn't plan to sell the finished product. He just needed to satisfy his own needs.
Thinking of this, Song Qingshan had already arrived at the black market.
Most people knew the location of the black market, but no one reported it. After all, resources were scarce these days, and everyone needed such a place.
The black market usually opened in the evening.
The scale was not considered large.
Song Qingshan came to a place not far from the black market.
He could see it.
All the stalls were crowded together without any planning.
The stall owner was holding a small stool and the items were placed on the spread cotton cloth.
Or a small cart filled with all kinds of vegetables.
At this moment, there were no more or no less.
There were a few people gathered in front of each stall, bargaining.
The voice wasn't loud, and it wasn't as noisy as the market. It was a little strange.
Everyone had a cautious look on their faces. Their eyes kept rolling around, constantly paying attention to the movements of the wind and grass around them.
After all, if you were to do this now, there might be a few people running out of nowhere to hold you down.
To be more serious, even if you were to be sentenced to speculation, it would still be a small sentence.
Song Qingshan had just passed by a small alley.
A few young men with their hands hidden in their clothes sneakily went forward to talk.
"Hey, bro, I have watches, bicycles, meat tickets, and everything. Do you need them? Or do you think I'll accept tickets if you have them?"
"No need."
Shaking his head, Song Qingshan rejected softly.
Don't underestimate these people. The people who were doing these things right now might be some kind of "expert".
After strolling for a while, Song Qingshan's eyes lit up.
Finally, he saw a stall selling poultry.
There were chickens and ducks.
They were all placed in a bamboo basket.
"Auntie, how much is this chick?" she asked.”
The stall owner was a middle-aged woman with a rough face. She smiled and said,
"The chicks are 1.5 cents each, and the ducks are 30 cents each.”
Song Qingshan roughly counted. There were twenty to thirty chicks and only four to five ducklings. They were all very lively.
Judging from the woman's attire, she probably came from the countryside to sell some chickens and ducklings that she had hatched at home.
He counted the money he had on him.
"Auntie, look, if I buy them all, can you give me a discount?"”
Auntie was a chicken hatched by her own family.
They didn't have enough food to raise so many chickens, so they took them out to sell.
He had only sold a few of them so far.
Of course, it would be best if he could sell it all at once.
When she heard that he wanted them all, she said happily,
"That's fine. How about this? I'll give you a discount of five cents for each one.”
"Deal."
Song Qingshan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He didn't expect that 10,000 to 20,000 yuan would be nothing in the past, but now he was just cutting a few cents.
"Alright, 23 chicks, 10 cents each. 4 ducklings, 25 cents each.”
She pulled the bamboo basket and counted carefully. The auntie muttered to herself for a while before she raised her head and said with a smile,
"That's three yuan and thirty cents in total."
While the auntie was calculating, Song Qingshan had already calculated in his heart.
He took out the money and smiled.
"Auntie, look, I'll give you an extra ten cents. Sell this bamboo basket to me too, or else I won't be able to get it.”
"Haha, sure! I'll give it all to you!"
Seeing that the bamboo basket she made could be sold for ten cents, the auntie was very happy.
They were all thinking about whether they should go home and make up more to sell.
Carrying the bamboo basket, Song Qingshan continued to stroll.
He found that the black market did not sell fish fry, but there were some dead fish.
They were all stall owners fishing outside the city and had long died.
There were no vegetable seeds, but some sold peanuts and corn.
He wasn't picky and spent three yuan to buy some of everything.
Carrying a bamboo basket and a few bags, Song Qingshan left the market.
He turned into a dark alley.
He looked around.
With a thought, he muttered in his heart,'Revenue.”
In an instant, Song Qingshan's hand felt lighter.
The bamboo basket and the few big bags disappeared.
Song Qingshan quickly looked into the mystic realm and saw that the item was in good condition on the grass.
The little chicks and ducklings didn't die either. They were still clucking.
"I didn't expect it to be so useful!"
Seeing this scene, Song Qingshan could not help but sigh. Putting everything else aside, it was very convenient to use it as a bag to store things.
The next step was to study how to sow and breed.
Then, he waited to eat something fresh. After eating this rice without any oil for several days, his mouth was about to fade out.
Thinking of this, Song Qingshan's face was filled with joy.
However, it was not convenient for him to enter the space to study it now. He had to go back to the courtyard house first.
At this moment, a commotion suddenly came from outside the alley.
Police, don't move! Stop!"
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