Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

Xinli didn't quite understand what an agent was, so it shouldn't be a bad thing after all.

After lunch, it was 12:30. Wan Feng and Xia Qiulong went out and started walking towards the farmer's market. The distance from the county hospital to the farmer's market was not too short, but it took half an hour.

In Hongya County in 1980, there was only one state-run farmer’s market. It was located by the Hongshui River in the east of Hongya County. It sold all kinds of non-staple food and food. Of course, many of them were supplied by ticket. It's nonsense without a ticket.

For example, Wan Feng wanted to buy some meat to go back here, but that greedy uncle had yelled several times that he had a stomach-short meat disease and urgently needed timely treatment.

Wan Feng couldn't bear to just watch his uncle sacrifice like this, but Wan Feng could only watch his uncle haggard day by day without a meat ticket.

The only reassuring thing is that no matter how emaciated my uncle is, he won't die.

By the way, I will ask Brother Zhao later if he has any meat tickets to buy, even half a catty is enough.

This place is not unfamiliar to Wan Feng, he passed by this market last time when he was looking for Xia Qiulong by the river.

In the southeast corner of the market, there are some sparse residents here. It is said that these residents are the earliest residents of Hongya. Their ancestors lived here when it was only a village a hundred years ago.

Probably to take care of the aborigines in Hongya County, Zhendong Market has opened a small gate here, and there is a mottled alley in front of the small gate.

In Wan Feng's eyes, the buildings on both sides of the alley are like unearthed antiques, which contain simplicity and grandeur. Walking in the alley between the village and the market is like walking among the characters of an ancient book with ancient charm.

This quaint but not quiet alley is the black market for bills in Hongya County.

When Wan Feng walked into this alley, he frowned.

From a security point of view, this black market is not safe. Although it is close to the noisy market, the east side is the Hongshui River, and there is one less escape route in one direction. Once surrounded, the east side becomes a dead end, and there are only three sides to escape.

But this doesn't seem to have anything to do with him, he is not a ticket dealer, even if the police came to arrest him, it would be useless, now he doesn't even have a ticket on him.

From afar, I saw Brother Zhao squatting under a tree like a farmer, but his eyes were looking around furtively like a spy. When he saw Wan Feng and Xia Qiulong, he stood up and turned around without saying a word. just go.

There are still quite a lot of people in this alley. It is estimated that there are thirty or forty people. Some look like workers, some look like professors, and some look like village women. Pretending to be a dignitary from the previous dynasty with a bird cage, I don't know what kind of bird is kept in the bird cage.

These people seemed to be very idle, but Wan Feng knew from their dripping eyes that they were all kinds of ticket dealers.

During the period, there were also some people who didn't look like ticket dealers wandering around in the crowd, as if they were looking for something.

These people don't take the initiative to sell their own things. They only do business with regular customers or businesses led by regular customers, but they are very vigilant when they see strangers.

Brother Zhao has been heading towards the depths of the alley, and has already left the bustling area of ​​the black market.

"Brother Xia! Let's put some distance away, you stay away from me and follow just in case."

There were mixed fish and dragons here, and the social atmosphere at that time was not safe, and some criminal cases occurred from time to time.

Wan Feng was worried that the two of them would be made dumplings together, so he made a suggestion.

Xia Qiulong didn't say anything, he was a few steps behind and kept a distance of more than ten meters from Wan Feng, pretending to be an idler.

If brother Zhao acts like a spy, the next person he introduces to Wan Feng is the head of the spy, and there are three of them.

These three guys nestled in a corner and they were not a good bird at first glance.

"Rats, let me introduce you to a client.

"

Brother Zhao introduced Wan Feng to the three spy chiefs.

One of the guys with his nostrils turned upside down looked at Brother Zhao sideways: "Zhao Le, are you kidding me, this is the big customer you said? Isn't this a kid, you gotta fool me us?"

This is despised by others before speaking.

Zhao Le quickly denied: "I said three mice, people should not be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be used in ladle kilns. Don't look down on people, maybe they are really big customers."

Wan Feng burst out laughing, Three mice! This name is too frighteningly suitable for this old man, it is tailor-made for him, if this guy's face gets into the pile of rats, the rats will probably be confused.

"Boy! What are you laughing at? I'll cut you off again." The three mice were not happy anymore.

In order not to be cut off, Wan Feng stopped laughing: "Brother! Let's stop coughing and playing when we have nothing to do. To be honest, I want to buy a cloth ticket. Do you have any?"

Sanmozi looked at Wan Feng with a grim expression: "What are you doing buying cloth tickets? Do you have money?"

Wan Feng looked around and pulled out a cloth pocket tied to the waistband of his trousers. He reached in and took out a lot of money, all ten yuan a piece without a single change.

The eyes of the third mouse were straight at that time, not to mention the eyes of the big mouse and the second mouse in the back were also straight.

This handful of money was hundreds of dollars at least, and they never expected that a child could come up with so much money.

Wan Feng stuffed the money into his pocket and put it into his trousers.

"My sincerity has been shown to you, now it's time to see what you have."

Zhao Le laughed at the side: "Three mice, believe me this time, you can talk slowly, I still have business to do, so I won't be here to accompany you."

Zhao Le left, and the three mice's eyeballs rolled around.

Wan Feng became impatient: "Do you have any? If not, don't waste my time."

The three mice turned back and rushed to the other two mice behind them and nodded.

One of the older guys turned around and took out a small cloth bag from that corner, opened the bag and handed it to Wan Feng.

There are bundles of cloth tickets in the bag, but I don't know how many there are.

Wan Feng snapped his fingers: "Now let's talk about the price."

The second mouse, who had been silent all this time, spoke up: "This is not a place to negotiate prices, it's not safe, let's go to the river and talk slowly."

Wan Feng thought for a while and smiled, nodded and said, "Okay! I also don't think this is the place to negotiate prices."

Three mice in the front, Wan Feng in the back, and a group of four left the alley, followed an alley where only one person could walk, and came to the river.

They walked downstream along the embankment for more than a hundred meters. During this period, the big mice did not follow in, but stopped at the place where they entered the embankment.

The aborigines' buildings by the river are not built along the river, but are gradually moving away from the river bed, so Wan Feng is now 100 meters away from his home.

If you go down another 500 meters, you will find the forest where Xia Qiulong was fishing, the forest where Wan Feng and Xia Qiulong once fought side by side.