Era: I have a two-world door

Chapter 115, Are you crazy about money?

After Wang Qingsong stood still, he held the flashlight in his hand.

He didn't open it, but quietly listened to the movement around him.

While on guard, he asked: "Where is this? Is there a black market here?"

But at this time, he already slightly believed that this might be a black market, because someone was sneaking towards this place not far away.

Sometimes it is exposed by passing street lights, sometimes it is hidden in the darkness.

The whole body was wrapped tightly.

Liang Dakui also looked around, and then said: "This is Ping Anli! Isn't there a road sign ahead?"

After saying that, he looked at the alley in front and said, "Let's go, it's in the back!"

As he spoke, he arranged his satchel and walked toward the back.

When they came to a telephone pole, the other party took a closer look and then walked inside.

Wang Qingsong also took a look.

There is a circle of straw tied to the wooden telegraph pole.

This made him confused for a while: "Dakui, what does this mean?"

It was obvious that the straw was a sign, because after passing Fuchengmen and turning the car, the other party stopped talking to him and kept staring at the roadside.

Liang Dakui said nonchalantly: "I can't tell you this. Just come here occasionally and forget about it. Don't worry, I won't harm you. Someone is coming even if you don't look!"

Then he asked him in a low voice: "By the way, what are you here for? Do you have anything to do? Or something to buy, let me introduce it to you."

Wang Qingsong looked at his bloated clothes and did not answer directly.

"I'll have a look later! If there's anything suitable, I'll buy some."

Hearing that he was a little wary, Liang Dakui didn't care and didn't ask any more questions.

When they came to the intersection, a man wearing a cotton-padded jacket and a scarf was standing there with his sleeves tucked in, looking around.

If you don't walk in, you won't be able to see this figure at all.

Wang Qingsong saw someone passing by with his head wrapped. He stretched his head and glanced at the alley, only to see a faint light and some people inside.

I happily went in directly.

Liang Dakui went in in no hurry, took out 1 cent and handed it to the other party: "Brother, which way are the clicks going?"

The other party took one look at it, took the money, and muttered: "Five for one, one for two."

"Hey, thank you!"

Liang Dakui smiled and thanked him without asking any more questions.

He said to Wang Qingsong: "Let's go."

Wang Qingsong felt strange for a while after hearing this, and followed the other party.

"Dakui, what did you mean just now!"

It's not that he has never been in the black market, but what he did just now made him feel strange for a while.

Because he also saw that when someone came in just now, they didn't pay.

Which should be the reason.

"Hey! I can't tell you this."

Liang Dakui muttered nonchalantly, his eyes rolling around, and then he said to him: "There are some things I can't tell you. The recent news is tight. If you follow me for a while, follow me when something happens." .Don’t run around, if you don’t follow me, just pretend I didn’t say anything.”

After Wang Qingsong listened, he probably understood what it meant.

What secret code the other party might have just asked about.

Then he put his thoughts on the alley.

I saw a streetlight every fifty meters or so in the alley. There were many people selling and buying things on both sides of the road.

Human heads and silkworms move.

There are still many people in the city. There are thirty or forty people in the county seat at a time, which is considered good.

Of course, it also has something to do with the black market, which he hasn't entered too many times.

Once caught, it would be trouble.

May be dropped from school.

Of course, it also has a lot to do with the fact that he suffers from the "bird's eye" disease and cannot see in dim light.

What are you afraid of when you are so hungry?

There were quite a few people selling things standing nearby, and they all had things in their hands.

After looking carefully, there was a mess.

There are pots, pans, old clothes, everything.

There were also sporadically selling food, including rabbits, turtle doves, sparrows, and he even saw one selling rats.

The price is not cheap. After all, it costs about 4 yuan per pound.

After all, these things cannot be compared with pork.

He also saw someone selling cornmeal, and the price was extremely high, one yuan and eighty pounds.

However, this price is much lower than before. It may have something to do with department stores releasing some high-priced products.

Got a shock.

If the price is still the same as before, three yuan a pound, then it is better to go to the department store to buy pastries.

After all, pastries now cost 3 yuan per pound, so there is no risk in buying them, and there is still sugar in them.

If you don't negotiate the price, only a fool would buy something with such a high price.

In this case, food doesn’t seem to be easy to sell.

This big alley is very long, four to five hundred meters long, and there are some smaller alleys on both sides.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as extending in all directions. After wandering around for a while, Liang Dakui told him: "Don't run around on both sides of the alley. If you wander around here where there are many alleys, by the way, if you want to sell something, go and occupy it as soon as they leave." A place. I’ll go and walk around for a while and then I’ll be back.”

Wang Qingsong looked around and nodded.

Looking at the other person's back as he left, he was so blind that he didn't know if he could recognize him for a while.

Because the other party's face was also covered, only his eyes and the old cotton-padded jacket could be seen, while the rest was completely dark.

However, Liang Dakui's name is not pleasant, but his eyes are quite beautiful.

He withdrew his gaze and focused his attention on this black market.

At the same time, his eyes were watching the people around him warily.

He doesn't need the pots and pans anymore. If they were old clothes, he would be interested in buying them, but now he has little interest.

But he looked at it anyway.

Come to a man.

This person is an old sheet with some old clothes and cloth laid out on it.

He knelt down and picked up a piece of cloth.

This is a piece of velvet that is 90% new. It is not very big, only about three feet tall. When there is a cloth ticket, the price is also very high.

Ordinary muslin cloth costs more than two cents per foot, but this one costs more than six cents.

These three feet of cloth cost almost two yuan, and you have to pay for the cloth.

The current quota of cloth tickets in the city is pitiful. One person only has 4.3 feet in a year, which is only enough for patching.

This is definitely not enough to make clothes, but the uppers used to make cotton shoes are a good thing.

The best cotton shoes in the city are made of flannel.

For example, the famous Neilian Sheng.

"How much is it?"

After thinking for a moment, he still asked the price in a low voice.

The sound is very small.

Because this is the case in the entire black market.

“A pound of cornmeal!”

The other party glanced at him and said something, while his eyes looked around vigilantly, ready to run away at any time.

After hearing this, Wang Qingsong thought about it for a moment.

I just came with Dakui, but I didn't bring any food with me at all, and I definitely can't take it out now.

After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Would you like to exchange an egg?"

The other party was a little excited when he heard the eggs, but the quantity still made him shake his head: "How is it possible for one? The price of eggs has been reduced now, and it is not as high as before."

The other party still explained it.

Wang Qingsong thought about it in his mind. The prices of things nowadays are very confusing, and there is no corresponding standard at all.

It depends on each person's needs.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw the person next to him leaving, and a wrapped person came to replace him.

The other person held a wooden box in his arms.

Then he opened the box and stood there holding the things, looking around.

"what!"

Wang Qingsong took a look, put the flannel behind his head, and came over to take a look.

Because this is a vase.

There is also a piece of yellow silk cloth at the bottom of the box.

These are a pair of small bowls with unclear flowers painted on a yellow background.

antique?

Didn’t you just come here to see this?

After coming over, he asked the man, "How do you sell this?"

"eighty!"

The other party gestured at the price with his hand.

This made Wang Qingsong complain for a while.

Are you crazy about money?

With this money, if I go to Rongbaozhai and buy something worth more than 20 yuan, wouldn’t it be nice if I could sell it for hundreds of millions in future generations?

Come here and buy this stuff.

After another careful look, I finally decided to give up.

"Hey, wait a minute, the price is negotiable! I went to the cultural relics store and asked about this. They sell it for sixty-eight everywhere. I'm here to sell it. Eighty is not too much, right? This one comes from the palace."

Seeing that he was interested, the man muttered to him.

What's sixty-eight? Rongbaozhai paid sixty-eight yuan.

But this thing is really something that came out of the palace back then.

When Wang Qingsong heard that it was something from the palace, he paused again.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the things in the palace before were definitely good things, but he couldn't completely believe what the other party said.

He stood there and looked around.

But the light was too dim and I couldn't see very clearly.

(End of this chapter)