Travel through famine years and awaken a post-apocalyptic survival system.

really.

Mr. Shen was somewhat displeased: "Alright, what's the point of borrowing? We can make up for it next month. Go to sleep!"

This is defining the nature of the matter!

Shen Wanqing glanced at the two of them, said nothing, simply hummed in agreement, and left the room.

The door closed.

Back in the kitchen, she could no longer hold back her tears.

Wronged!

It's said that having a stepmother means having a stepfather.

Over the years, she had to be a well-behaved and sensible child.

Her father told her to be obedient, and she did.

Her father taught her to be sensible, otherwise outsiders would look down on her, saying that being someone who wasn't his biological son made her different, so in the family, everything had to be done with others first.

She did it.

But what did we get in return?

Over the years, she has come to realize that she is not even as good as an outsider in this family!

Perhaps it's time to leave this home.

Thinking about this...

The image of Zhao Qingsong's face unconsciously came to mind. He wasn't particularly handsome, but he was still pleasing to the eye; he was just a bit dark-skinned.

It must have been dried in the sun while doing farm work in the past.

It should be able to recover in the future!

Perhaps he is a good choice, but we don't know him well enough yet and need to observe him further.

Thinking about this, the sadness in my heart dissipated a lot.

"Wait a minute! I didn't say I wanted to date him, why am I thinking so much?"

Her cheeks, which had just flushed, turned red again.

After a long while, Shen Wanqing sighed deeply, washed her face, and soaked her feet in hot water.

It seemed that only this hot water could bring her a touch of warmth in this cold winter.

……

He didn't finish watching the movie, and by the time he got home it was around eight o'clock.

After returning home, looking at the bedding on the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed), he would worry that someone might come in, so he would bring the bedding up on top of the kang in the morning.

It seems necessary to get a few sets of cotton quilts.

I'll go to the black market tomorrow morning.

The people at the steel mill are wealthy and hope to reap a good reward.

I stretched and decided to go to the bookstore tomorrow to buy more books to read, and at the same time, cover up the source of my knowledge.

I'll also buy some novels to pass the time.

Thinking about going to the black market tomorrow, I washed up and went to bed in the basement.

……

I got up very early the next morning.

"Ha~"

I yawned and prepared to check out the black market.

After having breakfast and preparing my things, I rode my bike towards the largest black market that Lao Liu had mentioned.

If no one is being arrested these past two days, it should be safe over there.

……

I rode my bike to the vicinity and quietly put it away.

Head straight towards the group of red dots on the radar.

This is a very large forest.

This time, no one stopped them, and they just walked straight past.

There were many torches in the grove, scattered in twos and threes around the area, while some people brought their own lanterns.

"This place is even bigger than the city center!"

Zhao Qingsong sighed as he listened to the number of people in the conversation. What surprised him even more was the large number of people selling pheasants and rabbits.

But I quickly came to terms with it.

The mountains surrounding Beijing are mainly to the west and north. As the largest factory in the west, the steel mill had the strongest consumer spending power among its workers and was also closer to the mountains.

For people from the surrounding rural communes, this was definitely their first choice if they caught prey.

And there's quite a lot of prey here!

He aimed at someone and charged straight at them.

The other party had three prey, two of which were live pheasants.

Many people inquired, but the other party only wanted grain, exchanging one pheasant for two pounds of grain.

Upon hearing the price, they all backed down.

After listening for a while, Zhao Qingsong asked directly, "How about ten yuan for two live pheasants? With that money, you can buy grain too."

The other party agreed without hesitation upon hearing this.

The reason we only exchanged grain was because if the price was high, no one would buy it, but we didn't expect anyone to buy it.

"good!"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Qingsong immediately gave him the money.

For him, money was not an issue; completing the urgent mission was his top priority. He was eagerly anticipating the rewards for this "beast tide" mission.

It shouldn't be bad.

It's just that spending this money is a bit painful.

In the past, a pheasant would have cost at most seven or eight cents, but now it's so expensive.

But there's no other way; we still have to do it.

Find a place to kill the pheasant, throw it into the space, and continue wandering around.

Unfortunately, he had already bought up all the live animals around him, and could only manage to collect 12, which cost him a hefty price of over 70 yuan.

The rabbits in it are a bit pricey.

"Sigh, that's still not enough! We haven't completed a single task."

Zhao Qingsong sighed.

We'll have to think of another way.

He turned his gaze to one person in the crowd.

The other person was selling tickets with a cloth bag slung across their shoulder, and there were two people watching them.

It's expensive, so be it!

I still need to buy some things.

Thinking of this, I walked straight over.

……

What kind of tickets do you have?

Zhao Qingsong watched as the people in front of him finished their transactions and then spoke up.

The other person sized him up and laughed, "That depends on what kind of tickets you want. As long as you can afford them, I can get any kind of tickets here."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingsong sized him up.

What a boastful tone!

But I like it, as long as you can get the tickets.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Cotton coupons, oil coupons, grain coupons, cigarette coupons, liquor coupons. For cigarette coupons, only grade A and grade B are needed; for liquor coupons, it's best to have coupons for premium brands. How many do you have?"

"Yes, cotton coupons are 3 yuan per jin, a total of 13 jin."

Oil coupons cost 2 yuan per jin (500g), a total of 6 jin (3 catties).

As for grain coupons, coarse grains cost two yuan per jin (13 jin), and fine grains cost two yuan and fifty cents per jin (25 jin).

As for cigarettes, there were more than 20 packs of Grade A cigarettes and 33 packs of Grade B cigarettes, all at three mao per pack.

As for the liquor, there are six bottles of regular baijiu (Chinese white liquor) at three yuan each, and two bottles of premium baijiu at five yuan each.

He gave the number and smiled, "You want them all?"

Zhao Qingsong's lips twitched.

Good heavens, this guy is a real big-time speculator!

This is not a quantity that an ordinary person could obtain; there must be a gang behind it, but that's none of his business.

Such people can actually solve the problem of food for some people.

black market.

It's not entirely a bad thing.

Of course, if the factory wants to catch these people, that's his job, and he certainly won't be lenient.

I did some mental calculations.

It costs about 183.4 yuan.

The more than 400 yuan I made from selling the goods has now been reduced to just over 200 yuan, which is more than enough.

He immediately made the decision: "Okay, give them all to me! How much is it in total?"

The other person was taken aback for a moment.

He was just trying to show off his connections, he never expected anyone would be able to take it all, this was a shipment he spent a week collecting in the city!

Just because steel mill wages are high.

Coming to his senses, he quickly smiled and said, "Okay, I'll count the tickets now! Did you bring any money?"

Seeing this, Zhao Qingsong took out some money from his pocket and gestured to it.

The man chuckled and said, "Okay, okay!"

Then the vote counting began.

A dozen minutes later, the transaction was completed, and Zhao Qingsong received his own coupons, especially the cotton coupons, which he could use to make some cotton-padded coats and quilts.

I bought some sugar coupons and pastry coupons, intending to buy some things to take back with me.

He left the black market after he had spent most of his money.

I don't need to go back here for the time being. I plan to go to the city tomorrow to collect more recycled fabric from old clothes.

Having no money is definitely not an option.