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Chapter 56: The black light goes into the black market and has a big sale! (Seeking for collection)

"Brother Jianping, why didn't you take anything?"

In the open field, a carriage pulled by a bay-red horse trotted all the way to Hecheng. Sun Jianping smiled and gestured with his wrists, "You don't understand this. You go to the city to sell pheasants, and I go to the city to sell my wrists." !”

"How to sell wrists?" Zhang Fucai scratched his head, looking confused.

"You're stupid, you really don't look like me!" Zhang Ziyi gave his son a slap in the face, "Didn't Brother Qin Jianping say so! He has good handwriting. Now he's going back to the city to write slogans for others!"

"Ah..." Zhang Fucai suddenly realized, "Is Brother Jianping a craftsman like a carpenter, stonemason, or blacksmith?"

"Yes, silly son!" Zhang Ziyi smiled and patted the back of Zhang Fucai's head, "Did Accountant Tian tell you how much money you can earn by doing this job?"

"I told you, one dollar and twenty-five cents."

Sun Jianping was actually lying. Accountant Tian was unable and impossible to get him the job of writing slogans.

The goods he wants to sell are all in small bottles!
"That's not bad. It's just a living. Make whatever you can." Zhang Ziyi shook his horsewhip and cracked it from time to time. He looked straight at the Duerji Commune compound that quickly disappeared behind him and let out a long sigh. .

They did not choose to stay at the Yuejin Hotel this time, but went directly into the city. By the time they arrived in Hecheng, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and the slanting sunset hung on the horizon, casting the last ray of afterglow.

When the red sun disappears on the horizon, night finally comes.

Zhang Ziyi drove the carriage and turned into a narrow alley. Sun Jianping was surprised to find that there were many people standing on both sides of the alley. They were all wearing sheepskin jackets and cotton coats, covering their faces tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

"This is the ghost market in Hecheng. Every year from the fourteenth day of the winter lunar month until the Chinese New Year, the market opens at night when there is a moon and ends at dawn..." Zhang Ziyi pulled down his dog-skin hat to avoid being recognized, " Boss, move the sack down!"

"Okay daddy!"

"Uncle Zhang, I will lead the carriage to that end."

"Well, don't go too far. I'll come find you when the items are sold out."

Zhang Ziyi lifted up his scarf again, covering his face with only a pair of eyes exposed. He opened the sack and placed the lassoed wild animals from the mountains on the ground. Immediately there was a man wearing a military green coat. Come over and squat on the ground to pick and choose.

Sun Jianping kept an eye on it and walked along the narrow alley to the end. When he looked around and saw no one around, he reined in the bay-red horse and fed the horse with the fodder he had brought.

The bay-red horse ate grass with its head lowered, turning its head from time to time to see what its owner was doing.

Rice, fish, pork, pig offal, and corn, soybeans, sorghum, and sunflower seeds obtained by selling tofu...

Bear bile must not be sold, so leave some food for emergencies and take out the rest!

Sell!
Big clearance sale!

The internal space of this magical vial seems to be limited, but Sun Jianping currently does not have enough supplies to fill it.

Moreover, the items inside will not go bad no matter how long they are stored. Even the meat will be taken out exactly the same as when it was put in. It is really a treasure.

The moon has risen, and the cold, iron-like moonlight shines on the narrow alley, making everyone's shadow grow long.

Sun Jianping finally understood why the black market chose to open on the fourteenth day of the winter lunar month...

There are no street lights, but I don’t dare to light them. If I don’t choose a time when there is a moon, is it possible to make a blind deal?
A tightly covered man came over, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds, looked at them, and gestured with a finger. Sun Jianping shook his head, and the man simply grabbed his hand, and they squeezed it through his sleeves. code.

Zhang Ziyi also taught him the work of pinching codes, using upright and bent fingers to represent various numbers. In this way, he bargained to prevent being peeped.

After some "argument", Sun Jianping reluctantly nodded. The man pulled out a cloth bag, filled it full, and held it in his arms. It was as round as a small gas tank.

He took out one dollar and two cents, stuffed it into Sun Jianping's hand, opened his coat, tucked the cloth pocket into his arms, looked around, found that no one was watching, and left in a hurry. Sun Jianping held the two checks, grinned, and stuffed them into his pocket.

Good start!

The first sale was finally completed!

A few more middle-aged people who were covering their heads tightly came forward and after some haggling, they bought two fish and ten kilograms of rice.

The news that someone was selling grain on the black market spread quickly like a silent radio wave. In this era of extreme scarcity of supplies, how many people have a luxury wish to have a meal made from pure grain!

One after another, people came over, giving you two kilograms and me three kilograms. Soon, Sun Jianping's grain was sold to a bare minimum, and a lot of fish were bought. Even the pigs in the water were sold to a middle-aged woman for one dollar and a half. The price is all inclusive.

In less than half an hour, all the goods stored in Sun Jianping's small bottles were cleared away, leaving only some scattered rice in the sacks that had not been poured out, and a corner of pork that no one bought.

He folded the remaining rice into a cloth bag and simply didn't sell the remaining corner of pork. He walked to Zhang Ziyi and squatted down, quietly watching Comrade Zhang frowning and talking to a young man. Hold the code with your sleeves.

It was a cold day, but there was sweat on Lao Zhang's forehead, but when he saw his hands in his sleeves making various gestures, Lao Zhang finally compromised and sold a big pheasant to this man for fifty cents. Young.

"Jianping, I heard someone selling rice over there, help me buy some..." Lao Zhang pinched the hard-earned fifty cents and handed it to Sun Jianping. Sun Jianping chuckled and picked up a bag of rice. "Uncle Zhang, I bought everything for you!"

"You kid, I'm asking you to spend money again, keep the money!" Zhang Ziyi forced the money into Sun Jianping's pocket. When he saw someone coming to buy a chicken, he hurriedly picked up a fat one and shook it.

Uncle Zhang's game business was not very good. He saw more and bought less. Sun Jianping huddled at the foot of the wall, pulled off his hand covering, and took out all the money he had just earned from cleaning the small bottles and counted them.

A pair of pigs sold for one and a half yuan, and five hundred catties of fish, each weighing more than six or seven kilograms. According to the eighty cents per fish, we got a total of sixty-one yuan and thirty cents, and one hundred and thirty-seven kilograms of soybeans and sunflower seeds. and sorghum, sold for a total of thirty-eight yuan and forty cents...

There are also some odds and ends such as cakes and flashlights...

The total income was one hundred and twenty-three yuan and two cents!

It's all here!

The harvest...is quite abundant!
The moon was at its peak and it was already midnight. The weather was getting colder and colder, and the cold air penetrated into the seams of his bones. Sun Jianping couldn't bear the cold after being in the nest for a while. He had to stand up against the wall and stamp his feet. Keep warm.

Zhang Ziyi still stared at the people with his eyes as big as copper bells, looking at the people coming and going in the moonlight, then looked at the wild things that had not yet been sold, and sighed.

"Uncle, let me go for a walk." Sun Jianping stomped his feet and muttered to Zhang Ziyi.

"Go, don't go too far." Zhang Ziyi counted the coins he just sold on his fingers and nodded.

Sun Jianping walked around the night market.

Hecheng Ghost Market has a long history, dating back to the days of the Little Devils. According to Uncle Zhang, the things sold in those days were wilder than now, including gold, silver, jade, rice, flour, grain and oil, guns, tobacco, and soil... there were even businesses. For kids and big girls!

After liberation, the higher authorities explicitly banned the ghost market. However, as the old saying goes, where there is white, there is black. Now that materials are scarce and people are living a difficult life, some people are stealing holes and finding ways to get all kinds of supplies and bring them to the ghost market. , communicate with each other.

In order to evade the ban from above, this group of people also racked their brains and went out specifically on moonlit nights in winter. Firstly, they could use the moonlight to illuminate themselves, saving them the trouble of lighting lamps and boiling oil; secondly, in the freezing cold weather in the middle of the night, those The officials are all squinting at home. Who is willing to climb out of the warm bed and brave the cold weather to catch them?
There were a lot of things for sale in the ghost market, including dustpans and cloths, handmade shoes and hats, and brass parts stolen from factories. Sun Jianping walked around but didn't see anything interesting. Just as he When he was about to give up, a hand held him.

"You are blind!"

　Thanks to the brothers of "Youfang Taoist Traveling Around the World" for the reward, thank you very much!
　　Thanks to the editor Qilin Da. I am really flattered that this book was able to make it from the first round to the third round by luck. I hope everyone can read more and read more!

　　Thanks again to everyone who supports this book and the author!

　　
　
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