Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

"Is there such a good thing?" Aunt Feng couldn't believe it.

"Good luck." Feng Qingxue muttered vaguely, acting as if she didn't want to say more, "Second Aunt, please look at Qingyun and don't let her run around and be taken away. I'll go out again to get something to eat, otherwise , I won’t be able to survive this winter.”

After hearing what she said, Second Aunt Feng was too embarrassed to ask, "Go ahead. Don't worry if Qingyun is here with me."

When they were about to arrive at the county town, Feng Qingxue put the original items in the backpack into the space, then took out a bag of flour and a bag of cornmeal from the space, but did not take out anything else, otherwise it would be too eye-catching.

After thinking for a while, Feng Qingxue took out thirty more eggs and two pounds of soybean oil.

The oil in the space is either packed in large plastic buckets or sand jars. Of course, these containers are needed for large quantities. The odd bits are packed in clay pots, small plastic buckets, and glass bottles.

At that time, Fengqingxuetu was cheap, and many of the tools for storing things were cheap.

Plastic buckets and glass bottles were inconvenient to take out, so she finally found the clay pot in the corner containing soybean oil.

She originally planned to take out some meat, and she had a lot of meat stored in her space, but considering that the residents in the city basically went door to door, the smell of stewed meat could easily spread to other people's noses, causing trouble, so she simply took the eggs. And the oil came out.

When Feng Qingxue arrived at the county seat, she went directly to the Red Army Bridge without going anywhere else.

There were many people wandering around the bridge end of the Red Army Bridge and its vicinity, scattered everywhere, paying no attention to anyone, and looking around cautiously. Occasionally, two or three people would talk to each other for a word or two before turning around and walking away. , and some people watched the wind from a distance.

Feng Qingxue, who was thin and sallow and dressed in ragged clothes, was obviously not someone who specialized in arresting black market transactions. No one stopped her from approaching the bridge.

She noticed that Feng Qingxue's backpack seemed to be very heavy, and immediately an elegant old woman in her sixties came up to her. She was dressed in clean old clothes and was as skinny as a stick with a disheveled face. She was carrying a bamboo basket and lowered her voice. greet.

"Daughter, do you have any food for sale? I want both coarse and fine grains, and I will exchange them with you."

Feng Qingxue was looking at her in a daze. After hearing this, she quietly replied: "I'm sorry, aunt, I'm waiting for someone. If she doesn't want all the food I brought, I'll come and trade with you again, okay?" ?”

She has always respected the elderly and loved the young since she was a child. She was very sad when she saw the old people waiting for food deals in the black market.

Fortunately, she had enough supplies in her space.

After hearing this, the old woman agreed and staggered to the side to wait.

Feng Qingxue looked around for a moment and found that the old lady who reminded her last night had been waiting there for a long time, so she quickly walked over.

"Auntie, you are here."

Like the elegant old lady just now, this old lady also carried a bamboo basket on her back and covered it with a rag.

"Daughter, let's trade somewhere else. There are too many people here." This was the first thing the old lady said when she saw Feng Qingxue.

Feng Qingxue understood very well.

So, the two left here one after the other.

Ten minutes later, the two met, but there was no direct transaction. Instead, they moved to another place with no one around.

"Mom, how much do you want?"

"Daughter, how many do you have?"

This was the first sentence the two of them said when they stopped to prepare for the transaction, and they were also spoken at the same time, superimposed on each other.

Feng Qingxue couldn't help but smile, and the old lady also laughed.