Siheyuan: I was in the security department and I beat up Silly Zhu.

The next day, I took advantage of the off-duty.

Qin Feng deliberately made a trip to the pigeon market, that is, the black market outside the Chenghuang Temple in Sijiu City.

The predecessor relied on the market formed by the crowd who liked to raise pigeons and play birds in the old capital.

Although the scale is small, the items traded cover common commodities such as food and sundries, mainly serving ordinary people.

Everywhere you look, there are men who are brazenly setting up stalls, rural women carrying coarse grain egg baskets, and ...... who drag their families with kitchen knives and homemade sugar gourds

There are countless kinds of buying and selling, which is dazzling and dizzying.

It's really a small pigeon, but it has all kinds of organs, and all kinds of transactions are available here.

The most eye-catching thing has to be the 'coat brothers' who walk the streets and alleys in the alleys.

These people dressed up in disguise, wrapped themselves tightly in a large PLA green coat, stopped passers-by suspiciously, and whispered to sell the goods in their arms.

Of course, the price is not ordinarily beautiful.

The transaction method is also simple and crude, most of them are bartering, as long as the two parties negotiate well, it is a neat and neat hammer deal.

Just when Qin Feng stopped, a middle-aged man in front of him had already started a fierce bargaining with Brother Coat, Brother Overcoat pointed to the black dog skin lapel coat on the middle-aged man, the old brother gritted his teeth, he didn't talk much, he simply took off his coat neatly and handed it over, and there was only a dry hurdle vest left.

Brother Dayi took out a string of bacon sausages, two pig's trotters, and a cloth bag full of white potatoes from his arms.

The ghost knows how these coat brothers carry so many things in their arms, which is really jaw-dropping.

The middle-aged man smiled happily, and hurriedly took it into his arms and left with a cigarette, not caring about the cold weather at all.

It's too difficult to see a little oily these days, seeing that the middle-aged man actually changed to bacon, and the others heard the wind, like a shark that saw blood, they came up with red eyes, and excitedly surrounded this coat brother, scrambling to buy it.

"Meat isn't popular...... That's right, it's almost the New Year, who doesn't want to eat some meat?".

This also gave Qin Feng a successful example, so he neatly found a place to set up a simple stall, made a tarpaulin to block the bamboo cage, and reached out in public and took out a few fat chickens weighing two or three catties and put them in front of him.

The lively local chickens were shaking their feathers all over the ground, clucking, and in an instant, they attracted everyone's attention.

"Fresh and fat local chickens! First come, first served! Two dollars for roosters and three dollars for hens!".

Qin Feng's voice seemed to have turned on some magical switch, and in an instant, the people on the black market became agitated, and they rushed to gather over, staring at the fat native chicken with blazing eyes and swallowing their saliva.

"Big brother, your chicken is too expensive! In the Chaoyang vegetable market, a rooster is only a dollar. "

Some people are very greedy, but they are deterred by the beautiful price.

That's a dollar more expensive!

Don't underestimate a dollar, how strong was the purchasing power in the sixties?

Almost 1 catty of 7 taels of pork or 2 catties of mutton, 8 catties of rice, 6 catties of flour, 10 catties of corn, 1 catty of 7 taels of eggs, 7 feet of plain cloth or 4 feet of twill, 50 boxes of matches!

After all, chicken is not as hot as pork, and its status in people's hearts is not the same, if pork appears on the black market, the price will not say that it will rise by a dollar, triple or five times, which is normal!

Qin Feng tightened his mask and said in a thick voice: "I don't want a ticket for this chicken, of course the price is expensive! And the big guys are not stupid, see clearly that I am a free-range rural chicken, the kind that has been fed for two and a half years! The stew is full of fragrant meat, and it is definitely worth the price!".

When everyone thought about it carefully, it really made sense.

The size of this local chicken is really not small, it is fatter than the vegetable market, and you don't need a ticket, the price is fair!

"Bring me one first!" "I want an old hen to make up for the family at home!" "Don't rob me, my wife just gave birth to a baby, stew it and add nutrition!" "......

".

Everyone is competing for me, not talking about martial virtues, and rushing to stuff the money into Qin Feng's hands.

In the blink of an eye, the booth in front of him was snatched up.

However, Qin Feng did not panic at all, and his backhand was replenished from the bamboo basket, but in fact, from the beast bag, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen live finished chickens appeared.

After two rounds, in order to prevent it from being too eye-catching, Qin Feng decisively stopped and picked up the bamboo strips and announced that he would stop selling.

The people who bought the chickens smiled happily and shouted for good luck, while the people who rushed to the scene after hearing the news were all beating their chests and stomping their feet with regret.

After a while, Qin Feng changed his outfit, and his dirty labor protection clothes were like an ordinary nest neck, and he changed places to set up stalls, which once again attracted robbery.

Eventually, in the morning, all the stock in the bag was sold out.

All the eggs that can be bought with a month's egg ticket are hatched into finished products and sold in one go.

This first trial operation, 50 roosters and 35 hens were sold, deducting the cost, and the net profit was more than 200 yuan.

If it weren't for the egg ticket restrictions, he would have been able to set a new income record today!

The next time you want to open again, you have to go back and find a way to count the eggs, or simply exchange the tickets on hand for a batch of egg tickets.

Of course, the next way to find the way to get the raw meat of the piglets is the king!

"Brother, do you want a national food stamp?"

As soon as Qin Feng closed the stall and came out of the alley, he was stopped by a young man with a square face and a beard.

This coat brother is obviously more generous, and the coat on his body is actually a rare general, the appearance of a five-five-style military uniform, which is a luxury that no amount of money can buy, and it is generally only the standard configuration of the second-generation children of the courtyard army.

The

boy walking on the street in a school tweed is as good as driving a Mercedes-Benz BMW now, and with the ringing manganese steel weighted permanent or flying pigeon, the turning rate is quack.

However, this school pair with the appearance of a farmer, and his temperament always seems out of place.

"Oh, what price?".

Qin Feng was interested, a muffled voice came from under the mask, and he deliberately lowered his voice and asked.

National food stamps are a good thing, and they belong to the hard currency in all bills.

In these years, what goods to buy are not only money, but also tickets, from meat tickets, grain tickets, onion tickets to coal tickets, cloth tickets, sesame oil tickets, everywhere.

No matter how much money you have, if you don't have a ticket, it's just blindness!

In the 60s, when the movement of people was strictly controlled, a letter of introduction was required to go to a distant place, and when I left the province and city, people's grain and oil stores did not recognize food stamps from other places at all!

Only the national food stamps can be exchanged for grain in various places, and the darling of this bill can use it to exchange all kinds of tickets with the neighbors,

and it is invincible!

This is also the reason why the three mothers said that there is 'oil' in the national grain stamps, and there are two dealers in Zuojiazhuang who collect the national grain stamps for sweet potatoes, and they make speculative transactions.

"The food stamps in the capital are four cents a pound, and the national food stamps are five cents a pound!"

The square-faced man looked around nervously, ripped open his pocket, and showed a corner of the wad full of food stamps, such a large number made people's eyes hot.

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows, this price is quite fair at all.

In the original work, the deaf old lady resold forty catties of food stamps in the capital and sold them for twelve yuan, which was calculated as three cents a catty.

This is still the result of deliberately lowering the price!

It

is reasonable that the price of food stamps should be more expensive on the black market, and the national food stamps are five cents, which is a reasonable 'line price'.

After all, in these years, food stamps are in demand, and the price is much more expensive than food

The ticket seller smiled and said, "My price is absolutely fair!, and I have been paying attention to you for a long time, brother, and you have sold so many chickens, you are definitely not bad at money!"

"So I want to make a friend and give a real price! If you buy more than 50 catties, I can get a better price!"

"In these days, how can real money compare to food stamps!".

This explanation sounds reasonable and convincing.

But Qin Feng leaned back tactically, not even believing in a single punctuation mark.

Because on the top of this ticket dealer's head, there is a big label [two dealers with bad intentions].