My older sister, born in the 1970s, stole my marriage; I took my three treasures and blew up the fam

Having suddenly received a sum of money is a good opportunity.

After entrusting the children to Grandma Qin, Ruan Tinghe went out under the pretext of going out to buy things for the winter.

Just as I reached the door, Li Liang came chasing after me with his rice bowl in his hand.

Li Liang hadn't forgotten what Shen Yan had told him: to be Ruan Tinghe's driver.

Ruan Tinghe politely declined, but lent him a bicycle instead.

Finding the black market isn't difficult; just observe outside state-run shopping malls, and someone will guide you.

Sure enough, after she stood outside the state-run shopping mall for a while, a young man wearing a hat came up to chat her up.

The boy was about fourteen or fifteen years old, thin and tall, with a sallow complexion, looking malnourished.

"Sister, do you want to buy something?"

"Well, but I forgot to bring my ticket," Ruan Tinghe said, feigning difficulty.

"That's easy!" Upon hearing her words, the boy closed the distance and whispered, "Sister, I know a place where you can buy things without tickets. Do you want to go?"

"Don't worry, that place is very safe. It's the black market, you've heard of it, right?"

Ruan Tinghe was looking for the black market! How could she not know that?

So she followed the boy.

After many twists and turns, we soon arrived at a small alleyway in an urban village.

The road was barely an arm's length wide, and men and women stood in twos and threes in the corners of the walls, some with goods with them, some without.

Every now and then, well-disguised customers would pass by, look at the goods, and buy them if they liked them.

"Sister, we're here. What do you want to buy? I'll help you find it," the boy asked solicitously.

"No need." Ruan Tinghe took out two cents and handed them to the boy. She didn't know how much money was paid to the guide in the Shanghai black market.

In small cities, you'd usually get paid a few cents, since the job isn't tiring and someone else would guide you even if you didn't.

A few cents is enough.

But Shanghai was a pioneering metropolis, and a few cents might not be enough, so she gave him two jiao.

Don't underestimate two cents; back then, pork only cost seven cents a pound!

The boy happily accepted the money. "Sister, I'm at the intersection outside. Just let me know if you need anything. I can even help you find a cart to haul goods!"

"Sure! I'll ask you for help once I've bought everything."

The boy's eyes lit up again. "Then I'll wait for you outside the alley!"

"Okay, can you get me a handcart? I need to buy a lot of things."

The boy's smile vanished suddenly. He moved closer and lowered his voice to warn, "Sister, if you're going to buy a lot of things, be careful of a man in the black market called 'Hairy Mole'."

Ruan Tinghe raised an eyebrow: "A hairy mole?"

What a weird name!

The boy continued, "He's no good. The goods he sells are all harmful. He also likes to stalk and rob wealthy customers."

"Sister," the boy said worriedly, "why don't I come with you? If you buy a lot of things, it will definitely attract his attention."

This is a good child.

But Ruan Tinghe had no intention of buying anything!

She just came to scout things out, then took the things out of the space, pretended they were her own purchases, and took them home to her family compound.

If the boy were to accompany her, it would be difficult for her to operate.

So he refused, saying, "No need, just get me a cart, I'll just wander around."

"Alright then, sis, be careful!"

After the boy left, Ruan Tinghe began to stroll around.

She has a lot of good stuff in her space; she'll sell it here if she ever needs money.

If you need anything, you can buy it here.

After about three turns, we arrived at the innermost part of the black market.

They came face to face with a man who had a huge, long-haired black mole on the corner of his mouth.

Subconsciously, Ruan Tinghe felt that this man was the "hairy mole" the boy had mentioned.

The man stared directly at Ruan Tinghe with his naked gaze.

Ruan Tinghe felt extremely uncomfortable. Pretending not to know anything, she randomly asked a man with a bicycle the price.

After exchanging a few words, they turned and left because the price wasn't right.

"This woman has a great figure, but I can't see her face clearly. Boss, how about we invite her over for a cup of tea?" A lewd voice rang out; it was the one-eyed man next to the woman with the mole.

"Don't cause me any trouble. I just got word that a robbery and assault case from a few years ago has been dug up again and is being investigated. You guys better behave yourselves!"

"Which matter?"

"Isn't it about that rich old woman? I heard her son is back and wants to reopen the investigation!"

Ruan Tinghe quickened her pace, pretending not to have heard anything.

After leaving the black market, we turned into a deserted alley.

After waiting for a while and making sure no one was following,

She then took out the things she had already packed from her spatial storage.

Find the boy and ask him to help push the cart home to the family compound.

The boy looked thin, but he was very strong.

And he's actually seventeen years old!

During their conversation, Ruan Tinghe learned that he was an orphan who made a living by guiding people and delivering goods.

"Sis, my name is Er Gouzi. If you ever need anything, just let me know!"

Ruan Tinghe will inevitably have to go to the black market to sell goods and make money frequently in the future, and it's good to have Er Gouzi's help.

Moreover, she wants to figure out one thing right now.

When she was at the black market, she passed by a woman with a mole and smelled a familiar scent.

"Er Gouzi, I have something I want to ask you."

Er Gouzi got serious: "What is it? I'll tell you everything I know!"

"Do you know what other businesses people with hairy moles might engage in besides robbing others?"

"I heard he also sells medicine," Er Gouzi said mysteriously after thinking for a moment, "He can get his hands on all kinds of drugs, even murder drugs!"

Ruan Tinghe felt a chill run down her spine.

The scent she smelled on the hairy mole was exactly the same as the perfume on Ruan Jiaojiao.

Is it a coincidence?

Or did Ruan Jiaojiao really visit someone with a mole and buy some shady medicine from him?

Could they be trying to poison her?

Ruan Tinghe had mixed feelings and didn't say a word the rest of the way.

After arriving at the family compound, I gave Er Gouzi a tip for his hard work and gave him some careful instructions.

"Don't tell anyone the things I asked you."

"Don't worry, sis, I'm tight-lipped!"

Er Gouzi helped move the goods into the yard, then pushed the cart away.

Grandma Qin was washing vegetables in the yard when she saw so much stuff, so she couldn't help but dry her hands and run over to help.

"Why did you buy so much?"

Ruan Tinghe explained, "These are all things we use regularly, and we'll have to buy them sooner or later."

Grandma Qin pulled a thick, fluffy blanket out of the sack, astonished: "This, this blanket is so soft, so thick and heavy, how much did it cost?"

If Ruan Tinghe said she bought it at a state-run department store, Grandma Qin definitely wouldn't believe her.

So she leaned close to Grandma Qin's ear and said, half-truthfully, "I bought it on the black market."

The black market of this era is the Taobao of the post-era.

You can buy anything there.

Therefore, Grandma Qin was not surprised that such a treasure could be sold on the black market.

However, she still strongly disagreed, saying, "You should avoid places like that! It's very dangerous! If you get caught, it'll be very difficult!"

"Yes, I was wrong. I didn't expect it to be that kind of place when I went there. I was at the entrance of a state-run department store when a kid told me there was a place selling cheap goods, so I went with him. I never expected..."

"Sigh, never mind, I won't take that risk again next time."