Wearing the shopping mall through the 70s

Chapter 27 Buying Stamps

On the weekend, Shen Ruoqing used the excuse of looking for his classmates and walked a short distance to the Red Flag Brigade, then turned back to the county seat.

This week, Shen Ruoqing spent 1 yuan to buy the inheritance of the miracle doctor, which made Shen Ruoqing feel distressed. Shen Ruoqing decided to sell some things to get some blood back.

After all, upgrading the space requires 4 yuan, so she has to save money slowly.

It's been a long time since I've been here, Shen Ruoqing decided to go to the black market to explore the prices first.If you don’t take anything to sell, there is no need to spend money on the black market.Shen Ruoqing strolled around.Although Shen Ruoqing sold several thousand kilograms of grain before, the quality of the grain was so good that Brother Biao sold it to the provincial capital.So the price of grain on the black market here has increased slightly by a cent or two.

She had almost learned about the price of food. Shen Ruoqing was about to leave when suddenly someone screamed: "Someone is coming!"

The tone was anxious and warning.

The black market suddenly became noisy like an explosion, and people around him immediately ran out in a hurry.Those who moved slowly quickly packed up their packages and rushed out. Those selling fragile eggs did not care whether the eggs would break, and they hugged them and ran away desperately.

This was the first time Shen Ruoqing encountered something like this. He panicked for a moment and ran out with everyone.

While running, Shen Ruoqing bumped into a woman. Perhaps he was too panicked. The woman's belongings fell to the ground, and the silk scarf covering her face was also torn loose.Shen Ruoqing knew this woman, wasn't she Wen Jiao who cried in the hospital that day?

Seeing that the person behind her was chasing after her immediately, 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 now. She didn't bring anything with her this time, so why were she running?But looking at the things lying on the ground, including cloth, a kettle, an enamel cup... and a pocket watch that looked very old, Shen Ruoqing chose to put them all into the space.

After Shen Ruoqing finished cleaning up, the man with the red circle on his arm caught up behind him.

"Don't move! Turn around!"

Shen Ruoqing turned around generously. Since she was wearing a human skin mask now, she was not afraid of others recognizing her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shen Ruoqing nodded in agreement.

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

Forget it, let’s just sell things.

Shen Ruoqing found Brother Biao and traded 5000 yuan in grain and various plastic products.

You still make more money from food.

But it's only these two years. After these two years, the food will not be sold at a high price.Shen Ruoqing didn't feel that he was trying to enrich the country. When the famine was severe, grain could not be bought on the black market. All he sold was fine grain, and the fine grain was of good quality. Those who could afford it were the old landlords who earned these. She doesn't feel bad about people's money.However, Brother Biao only gave him more than 8000 yuan in cash, and the remaining money was paid for with small yellow croaker antiques, gold jewelry and the like.

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

After receiving the money and goods, Shen Ruoqing first went to the post office.Inspired by antiques, she vaguely remembered that stamps from this era were also very valuable.

Shen Ruoqing gave the post office staff two White Rabbit toffee and made an excuse, saying that they were going to be given to classmates, so the staff brought the entire set of stamps for her to choose from.There are more than a dozen sets of stamps such as "Proletarians of the World Unite", "The Brave People of Southern Vietnam Will Win", "Xin'anjiang Hydropower Station", "Chemical Industry" and so on. She also bought two sets of those scattered stamps. I also bought two.

Shen Ruoqing only remembered that the most valuable stamp was the one in which the mountains and rivers all over the country were red. Because the map of China on the stamp was inaccurate, its issuance was stopped. This stamp was extremely rare and precious, and sold for several million.But she couldn't get this stamp.

These stamps cost just over 30 yuan in total.

After collecting the stamps, Shen Ruoqing came to the scrap station again. At 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 cigarettes and handed them to the old man at the scrapyard.

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

"It's been more than two years, young man, what's the matter with you coming to my scrap station?"

"I really want to ask my uncle for help with something. I am more interested in old objects and I want to ask my uncle to help me collect them. If someone comes to the scrap station to sell old objects and the price is right, you can collect them for me. Just treat them as Scrap collection.”

Hearing this, the old janitor shook his head like a rattle: "That won't work, wouldn't it just become a speculator? I won't do this."

"It's like collecting scraps. Why is it just speculation? We don't take the initiative to ask. If someone comes to sell it, we will collect it. If you leave this thing alone, it will be treated as scrap. You might as well sell it to me. I won't tell you to do it in vain. I will give you 30 yuan every month, plus three pounds of soybeans and two pounds of white flour."

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

The old janitor took a deep breath.

30 yuan is more than his salary as a janitor here, not to mention soybeans and white flour, which are good things that cannot be bought in the market.

"Why do you collect so many old items? You don't want to resell them, do you?"

"How can this be possible? I just like this thing. In this day and age, how can these old objects be sold? I just have a bit of a collecting habit and will never do anything speculative."

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

The old janitor touched a handful: "Are these the new soybeans this year? And this white flour, why is it so white? Is this the special Fuqiang powder?"

"How's it going?" Shen Ruoqing handed the old janitor a cigarette again.

After thinking about his sallow-faced little grandson at home, the old janitor took another deep breath.

"Okay, I've done this!"

(End of this chapter)