A soft, fat educated young woman is pampered by a rough man.

Zhao Qingtang had been thinking about how to open up sales in the future. He Zhizhou was not someone who would take the initiative to joke with lesbians, but other aunts besides Sun Ru began to inquire about the situation at He Zhizhou's family.

I don't know if He Zhizhou wanted to keep a low profile and did not tell the true situation of the He family, but even from the vague information, everyone could tell that the He family had a high status in the city.

"Brother Liu. Last time I followed my cousin to the city, I saw a post office not far from the supply and marketing cooperative. You can just put me there when the time comes."

He Zhizhou gradually became unable to withstand the greetings from the aunts, so he had no choice but to give instructions to Lao Liu, who was driving an ox cart in front and listening to the excitement.

"Okay."

After all, Lao Liu was an experienced driver. The mountain road was full of potholes, but Lao Liu didn't make the passengers feel any bumps.

"Did He Zhiqing think of sending letters home because he didn't have enough living expenses?"

"Ah no."

Of course, it was impossible for He Zhizhou to tell these female comrades that he sent letters home because he found his cousin He Jingchen. In order to avoid those female comrades from asking further questions, he took the initiative to ask Zhao Qingtang if he needed to write a letter home. Take them together.

These words reminded Zhao Qingtang that she had been in the country for so many days, but she really didn't think of reporting to the original owner's parents that they were safe.

Probably sensing Zhao Qingtang's embarrassment, He Zhizhou took the initiative to take out a pen from his shirt. He also carried a blank piece of paper in his bag: "If you have something to say, write it down now and I will send it to you later."

Zhao Qingtang took the pen and paper. Although she didn't have much contact with the original owner's parents, she also knew that the original owner's relatives loved the original owner with sincerity.

Now that their real daughter is no longer in this era, Zhao Qingtang, who inherited the original owner's body, should treat the original owner's relatives well.

But she couldn't write too sentimental sentences. She just said that she lacked nothing and everything was fine in the country. She hoped that her parents and brothers in the city could take good care of her.

"Then please send it to He Zhiqing."

Of course, He Zhizhou would not read Zhao Qingtang's privacy. After taking the letter she wrote, he promised to complete the task.

Because everyone needed different things, after Lao Liu set a time to return to the village in the afternoon, everyone started to work separately.

However, the educated youths had not come out to relax for a long time, especially since the comrades who could not follow them into the county town last time had just mentioned to He Zhizhou, who got off the bus at the post office, that everyone should gather at the state-owned hotel at noon.

Zhao Qingtang was invited by He Zhizhou at that time, but because she was currently the only lesbian among the educated youth, she declined politely.

What's more, she still has important things to do.

Compared with the city where the original owner grew up, the conditions in the county town of Xingfu Village are not very good, let alone the high-rise buildings before the time travel.

Zhao Qingtang sighed. When she was printing information in the villa yesterday, she found some information from this era.

It seems like there was a black market in this era.

Her big basket of apples cannot be sold directly to the supply and marketing cooperative, but if it is placed at the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, it might be labeled as a speculator.

So the black market is the best place to sell these apples.

Previously in Xingfu Village, Zhao Qingtang had heard from Aunt Guihua that the location of the black market in the county seemed to be that there was an overpass behind the supply and marketing cooperative, and it was not long after crossing the bridge and walking a short distance.

When Aunt Guihua said this, she also said that the black market was called the black market because most of the people who came here could not have their faces known. So Zhao Qingtang sneaked into the space after checking that no one was around. Although she couldn't change the original owner's body shape all at once, she was quite confident in her makeup skills.

When Zhao Qingtang came out of the space again, his appearance had changed drastically.

There are a lot of people exchanging food in the black market. After all, the supply of commercial food in the city is now in short supply. Zhao Qingtang is annoyed that she has no business acumen. She should have waited for the products of the space to mature before selling them.

She walked around and didn't see anyone buying or selling apples at all.

Zhao Qingtang's stomach growled unsatisfactorily. She found a place where no one was around, opened the cage cloth, took an apple from inside and ate one herself.

I don’t know if it was because of the protagonist’s halo, but Zhao Qingtang hadn’t even finished eating her apples when a middle-aged man wearing a headscarf walked up to her and lowered his voice: “Little girl, how do you sell these apples?”

Zhao Qingtang's eyes lit up and he didn't care to eat the remaining apples.
  Apples may be more popular this season, so demand exceeds supply in the city. She doesn't know what the market price is. After thinking about it, it seems like it would be two cents to take a ride to the county seat, and she doesn't dare to say higher.

"What's the most you can give?"

"One cent?" The middle-aged uncle seemed to really want to buy apples. Seeing that Zhao Qingtang didn't speak, he said cruelly, "One cent and a half?"

"Row."

Although Zhao Qingtang didn't know the price of apples, she did know that food on the black market could now be sold for three cents after going around for a while. As a fruit, apples could only be lower than the price of food.

Right now, a dime is more expensive than the price she paid to come to the county town.

"How many pounds do you want? I'll weigh it for you."

Zhao Qingtang was glad that she had borrowed a scale from Aunt Guihua before she came. Just when she was about to weigh the other party, the other party said very boldly that he was going to round all the apples that Zhao Qingtang brought, so she could just weigh the total amount.

Is it so impressive when you first start a business?

Zhao Qingtang suddenly felt that she had been deceived. She probed: "I have ten pounds here? Are you sure you want them all?"

The middle-aged uncle knew what Zhao Qingtang was questioning. He said that his family all likes to eat apples, but for some reason this year, the autumn harvest of apples in Harbin City was not very good. In order to show that he could afford the price, he specially gave Zhao Qingtang paid two yuan, saying that he could really accept it all.

Zhao Qingtang gave both the basket and the basket to the middle-aged uncle. She took the two dollars he gave her. Although she knew that two dollars could do a lot of things in this era, she would inevitably compare it to herself who had a daily salary of 208 million before time travel.

It is true that times have changed and things have changed.

"By the way. Little girl, what's your name?"

Zhao Qingtang couldn't help but be more vigilant as she looked at the middle-aged uncle who was leaving and returning. She even imagined in her mind whether the other man was a plainclothes policeman deliberately lurking in the black market, waiting for her to be caught.

"Ah. Don't be nervous. I think your apple varieties are good. If you have extra apples in the future, you can sell them with my factory in the future."

Even in this era, city people still pay attention to brands and like things produced by factories.

Zhao Qingtang did not immediately agree to the other party. She nodded and said that she would talk about it next time when she had the goods.