Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

As a special term in the early 1980s, the black market flashed very subtly between the lines of that era.

Although it is illegal, it does play a role in regulating the economic enrichment of life, turning things you don't use into commodities that others need. Although the living environment is not very good, you still live tenaciously in the cracks.

The black market in Huaiyuan is indeed living in the cracks.

In the western suburbs of Huaiyuan City, there is a section of ancient city wall that did not exist in that dynasty. It is shaped like the Great Wall, but it is not as majestic as the Great Wall.

The Great Wall was built on top of lofty mountains, and half of the ancient city wall was inside the city and half outside the city. I don't know where it extended to. The half of the part that extended outside the city was buried in the soil.

Because of this, it is called the ancient city.

The black market is in the passage less than five meters between the city walls.

"This is the black market? Grass, does this require the police to catch the turtle from the wall between the two ends?"

"I can't catch it. The black market has been established here for more than a year, and I haven't seen the police come once."

Wan Feng didn't care whether the police came or not, what he cared about was whether the ticket distributors came or not.

Everyone in the black market obviously knew that Wentan.

"That bastard, I haven't seen you for a few days. Is it because your father has dealt with you again?"

"Or it's because Bai San chased him and hid."

Wen Tan ignored him and they led Wan Feng all the way to a man wearing a hat and squatting at the base of the wall with his hands folded inside.

"Thirty to seven cents, I'll bring you a customer."

The guy who was called Sanqifen raised his eyes and looked at Wen Tan and Wan Feng: "Go, play while you run here, and see if I don't beat you up!"

"Don't be ignorant of good people. You are really a customer. If it wasn't because you treat me well, I wouldn't take it to you. If you don't want me to take it to Lai Pigua?"

There was a suspicious expression in the three-seven-point eyes.

Wan Feng squatted down in front of San Qi Fen, and passed a cigarette over.

At 37 minutes, he saw the cigarette in Wan Feng's hand and then looked at Wan Feng.

Evergrande with more than 70 cents is not something ordinary people can pick up.

"Young man, where did you come from? You look strange." San Qifen took Wan Feng's cigarette and asked casually.

"It's my first time here, from the far field."

"how far?"

"I can't say this for now, I want to buy some cloth tickets."

"Originally we don't do business with strangers, but seeing that you are the bastard who brought you here, tell me how much you want?"

"how much do you have?"

Looking at Wan Feng cautiously: "How much do you want?"

"That depends on how much you have. Even if you have 10,000 feet, I dare to ask for it."

"Cough cough cough!" Sanqifen coughed violently.

"Boy, you are not here to tease me, are you?"

Ten thousand feet! He can only free up more than 10,000 feet a year.

"Let's talk about the situation first."

"Fifteen cents."

"It's too high, you're talking nonsense and asking for prices.

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Sanqifen pouted: "If you buy a ten-foot-eight-foot one, I won't sell it."

"To tell you the real price, I'll take whatever you have. If you can draw it, it's better. It's better to ask for a large denomination. It's best not to like one foot or two feet, because you can't bring it."

"You really want it? Why do you want so many cloth tickets?"

"You don't have to worry about this, it's none of your business even if I take it back and set it on fire."

Sanqifen was silent for a long time, until a cigarette was burned before saying: "I have more than 1,500 feet in my hand, all of which are five feet and ten feet. I can still draw this number. How much will you give?"

"It's the same price, one cent and three cents. You squat here every day, at best, that's the price, and you can earn three cents and two cents per foot."

Sanqifen stood up: "Follow me!"

Wan Feng directly refused: "I can't go with you. You are worried about me, and I am also worried about you. If you want to sell it, you can go get the goods now, and we will count them here."

Who are you going to talk to when you take Lao Tzu to a remote place to fight Sap?

Thirty-seven minutes did not move the place.

"Are you worried about money? Money is not a problem." Wan Feng patted his pockets.

"Okay, you wait."

Sanqifen stood up and walked into the city wall.

"Let's go to another place for a while." After speaking, Wan Feng and Na Wentan hid more than ten meters away, pretending to be strolling.

In case he brings a stranger here at three or seven minutes, he can run away, after all, this is not the door of his house, and he doesn't want to bury his bones in a foreign land.

More than ten minutes later, Wan Feng saw San Qi Fen hurrying over with a ragged bag, looking around from his original position.

Wan Feng walked over after confirming that Sanqifen was indeed coming alone.

Thirty-seven cents carried the cloth tickets in his pocket neatly in bundles, all in five-foot and ten-foot denominations, seven small bundles in total.

Wan Feng inspected the bundles one by one.

The main thing is to check the date.

Cloth tickets have an expiry date, if there are expired cloth tickets in it, it will be waste paper.

A bundle of five feet is five hundred feet, and a bundle of ten feet is one thousand feet. Thirty-seven cents brought a total of 5,500 feet.

A total of seven hundred and fifteen dollars.

Wan Feng took the money out of his body and counted out 715 yuan to give 37 cents.

The cloth tickets are very small, and a bundle of cloth tickets does not take up much space. Of the 5,500-foot cloth tickets, there are four bundles of ten feet and three bundles of five feet.

After packing up these cloth tickets, Wan Feng asked: "How many cloth tickets can you receive in a day?"

Sanqifen hesitated for a moment: "There are four people in my family who are collecting outside, and I am in charge of selling here. The receipts for cloth collection are at the end of the year. The subsidized cloth tickets are sold when they are not used, and it is not easy to collect cloth tickets at this time, with so many people in my family, they can only collect thirty or forty feet a day, and a month is a thousand feet."

Grasshopper legs are also meat, and a thousand feet are enough.

"Don't sell it anymore, your family will save it for me, and I will come once a month in the future." Sanqifen is still hesitating.

"Then you don't have to squat here every day, worrying about it, how safe it is to stay at home safely."

"That's the thing, I'm afraid you won't come again after I collect it."

Wan Feng laughed: "My family owns a garment factory with more than 30 sewing machines working. I tell you that I consume five or six hundred feet of cloth a day, do you believe it?"

Thirty-seven minutes surprised.

"Are you a capitalist?"

"Hehe, the country's policies have changed now, but you didn't pay attention. In less than three years, you will see that the streets are full of businesses. Make preparations in advance. To be honest, your family sells thousands of dollars a month. I really don’t take the cloth ticket with a foot of a foot seriously, but it’s better than nothing, it’s better that you can draw all the cloth tickets in the hands of other ticket dealers here, so it’s worth it for me to come once.”

"Okay, then I won't sell the cloth tickets I collect in the future, and save them for you."

"Then leave me the address, so I can find it next time."

Sanqifen left an address for Wan Feng.

"Little brother, don't you know where you are?"

"Haha, I'll tell you next time, let's have a good chat next time, that Wentan, let's go."

Wan Feng and Na Wentan walked out of the black market.

At last it didn't come in vain.

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