Eighty-year-old Little Wife Earns 100 Million with Space

Chapter 42 The Flea Market
"Girl, what are you buying? Are you kicked out because you don't buy?"

"I……"

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person!" The man said a word.

Xu Haixia knew that there were very few crimes in recent years.

The main reason is that the penalties are severe.If you dare to commit a crime, it's a matter of minutes.

Moreover, they will be modeled.If they lose face and don't talk about it, the family will lose face too.

"Uncle, I want to buy a lock, but I don't have an industrial roll!" Xu Haixia said.

"Industrial rolls? Only open to employees. It is said that only one industrial roll is issued for every 20 yuan salary. You can imagine how expensive it is. However, you don't need to buy from supply and marketing cooperatives to lock in this kind of stuff. Go to the flea market, You don't need a ticket."

"A flea market? Uncle, do you know where there is a flea market?"

I feel sorry for Xu Haixia.This person really told Xu Haixia the location.

Xu Haixia thanked this person gratefully.She thought for a while, then reached into the basket and touched it.

When she came out, she took one of two tortillas.

There is only one egg left.After talking business with the old lady, she threw the tortillas and eggs into the broken bowl.At this point, the amount of tortillas and eggs may have increased.

When I touched it, there were indeed two tortillas and three eggs.

He touched a tortilla and handed it to the man.

She left quickly before the man could react.

The pancakes made of corn and flour exude an alluring aroma, and the man almost drools.

Without looking back, he put the tortillas in his pocket and hurried home.

This is fine grain.Even if you buy it outside, you can't buy it.

When he brings it back, the family can have a full meal.

Xu Haixia watched the man leave.She also went to the so-called "flea market" with a basket on her back.

The second-hand market, to put it bluntly, is the place where second-hand goods are stored in the county.

In recent years, people generally think that old things are not good things.

Better to throw it away.

Therefore, almost every day, people pull broken cars, throw broken beds, broken cabinets, broken tables and other things to the flea market.

The flea market is a mess, like a mountain of garbage.

Some people who have no money at home will go there to find things, spend a few cents, and bring something they can use.

Xu Haixia walked to the door and found that there were still people at the door.It was an old man, about 50 years old, wearing an old shirt, looking malnourished, his face was a bit swollen.

Xu Haixia said to the old man: "Grandpa, I'm looking for an old lock. No one in the family works in the city. There is no industrial certificate, and I can't afford a new lock from the supply and marketing cooperative. Can I go there and find one?"

The old man glanced at Xu Haixia, but saw nothing except that he was fat.

"Go and take what you should take, don't move what you shouldn't take, understand?" The old man said something.

Xu Haixia thought the old man was afraid of stealing things.He said, "Grandpa, I'm not going to steal. I'm going to pay for what's in there!"

The old man waved his hand, and his voice became a little impatient. "Go, go!"

Xu Haixia walked in.As soon as he entered, he saw many things thrown on the ground.

Old furniture, broken pots, broken iron, broken copper, and some waste paper.

Xu Haixia really wanted to know if this place could really find the lock he needed.

After searching for a long time, I couldn't find even a larger latch, let alone a lock.

Considering whether to leave.Suddenly, a bed in the corner caught Xu Haixia's attention.

(End of this chapter)