I, the Strongest Farmer
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"Eggs, only for exchange."

The middle-aged man glanced at Chen Zhengyu and emphasized the last few words.

"Alright, then how do you want to exchange it?" Chen Zhengyu also reacted.

"One catty of noodles." the middle-aged man replied.

Chen Zhengyu didn't stupidly ask if it was an egg or a pound of eggs.

In this day and age, eggs were more expensive than meat, comparable to luxury goods.

Especially in the past two years, the supply of eggs to ordinary citizens was directly stopped. Those who lived in the city, if they did not have relatives in the countryside, could not even see an egg all year round.

In the novel, during this period, an old coachman in the city said, I've forgotten whether the egg is round or square.

This year, although the supply of eggs had been restored, each household only had a quota of one catty per season.

Usually, it was really not easy for ordinary people in the city to eat an egg.

Therefore, although the other party wanted 500 grams of noodles, the price was not outrageous.

After all, noodles cost nine cents per catty.

However, that was only if they had tickets and certificates and went to the grain and oil store.

If one wanted to buy a catty of noodles without a ticket in the black market, it would cost at least 20 to 30 cents.

"Where's the money?"

"No."

The middle-aged man was determined.

"What about the pumpkin? Do you want to exchange it for a top-grade old pumpkin?" Chen Zhengyu asked again.

"Old Pumpkin?"

This time, the middle-aged man hesitated.

Although it couldn't be compared to noodles or dried sweet potatoes, it wasn't as if the old pumpkin couldn't fill his stomach.

In comparison, it was much more affordable than eating eggs directly.

"How do you want it?"

"How about three catties for one?" Chen Zhengyu thought for a moment and said.

This price was calculated by him.

Previously, Zhang Xiuzhen had said that the pumpkin she bought in the black market was eight cents per catty, and three catty was twenty-four cents.

"Four catties."

the middle-aged man said.

"I don't think it's worth three or four catties. I'm an old pumpkin that weighs at least 30 catties. I can exchange it for ten eggs with you, right?”

"Alright."

The middle-aged man nodded.

"Please wait a moment."

After Chen Zhengyu finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Because the black market was not safe and it was his first time, Chen Zhengyu was very cautious and did not take out the pumpkin early.

When he entered an alley and saw that there was no one around, he took out a pumpkin from the game farm's warehouse, covered it with his clothes, and returned the way he came.

"Uncle, please take a look."

The middle-aged man took the old pumpkin and weighed it in his hand. A hint of joy appeared on his face.

Compared to the weight that Chen Zhengyu estimated, the other party was clearly more proficient.

The pumpkin in his hand was definitely heavy.

"Sixth Brother, give this little brother ten eggs.”

At this moment, the middle-aged man said to a figure squatting a few meters behind him.

"Yes."

The figure responded in a muffled voice. From somewhere, he carefully took out ten eggs.

However, Chen Zhengyu was dumbfounded.

Although he had prepared a torn gunny sack, it was used to hold the pumpkin.

There was a place in the game farm, but he couldn't perform a magic trick in front of everyone, right?

"Uncle, do you have a basket? I'll pay for it." Chen Zhengyu had no choice but to ask for help.

"I still have ten eggs in my basket. Why don't you exchange them all? I can give you the basket too." The middle-aged man suggested.

"Uh, that's fine too. Please wait a little longer.”

Chen Zhengyu repeated what he did just now.

The middle-aged man who took the pumpkin looked at Chen Zhengyu with a strange expression.

"Young man, how many pumpkins do you have?”

"No, just two. I was afraid that someone would snatch them, so I asked my father to watch over there.”Chen Zhengyu grinned.

"Alright, I'll come here every other day. If you still have more pumpkin, come and exchange it with me.”

The middle-aged man nodded and waited for Chen Zhengyu to leave with a basket of eggs. Then, he gave Sixth Brother a look.

The latter sneaked into the alley that Chen Zhengyu had just entered.

A few minutes later, he returned to his original spot with a disappointed expression.

After Chen Zhengyu left, he found a random corner and sent the eggs to the game farm. Then, he carried an empty basket and continued to wander around.

He thought it was worth it to exchange two pumpkin for twenty eggs.

After all, it was equivalent to him basking in the sun for two hours.

"Little brother, do you want a ticket?"

Perhaps it was because he was carrying a basket, but Chen Zhengyu deeply experienced the treatment he received at the train station in his previous life.

After casually asking about the price, Chen Zhengyu gave up on the idea.

Without food capital, even if you took the food ticket to the grain and oil store, they would not sell it to you.

Moreover, the food tickets had a date. They were basically used in the same month and expired.

Therefore, these extra food stamps were more used to go to restaurants or buy some non-staple food.

Chen Zhengyu's goal was very clear, which was ready-made food.

Of course, if it was eggs, meat, or oil, he would not hesitate.

Not long after, Chen Zhengyu found a shop selling white flour.

The so-called white flour was actually divided into grades.

The best was the fine noodles, also known as special grade noodles, which were often referred to as 30 or 40 noodles in the future.

Then there was the high-grade flour. Everyone usually called it white flour. The standard was 60 flour. Later generations of families mainly ate this.

As for the rich and powerful fans, they had 70 fans, which was a little worse.

But now, the most they could get was 80 flour. This was a standard that was implemented when food was scarce. The color was gray and the taste was bad.

Even so, it was still a standard fine grain in the present. Who knew how many people could not eat it.

The other party was selling these 80 fans.

80 cents per catty!

It was almost five times the amount of food used for grain and oil.

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