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After more than an hour spent in the midst of everyone's chatter, we finally arrived at the county seat when the sky was slightly brighter.

Gu Dazhuang said to several people in the car: "We will go back at 1:00 in the afternoon. No one can be late. Otherwise, you can find a way to go back by yourself. I am still here waiting for everyone!"

Lin Qingqing jumped out of the car with agility, and Aunt Zhang caught up with her and wanted to go with her, but Lin Qingqing declined.

Lin Qingqing followed Gao Zhihao to the black market several times in her previous life, so she knew where it was.

Lin Qingqing arrived at an empty alley first and ducked into the space.

Then he wandered around for a while, dressing up as a dark and thin young man.

Then he picked up his backpack and walked towards the black market.

There was actually nothing in the backpack. She planned to go to the black market first to see what everyone was selling and what was missing, and then fill the backpack from the space.

There was a child showing off at the door. Lin Qingqing gave him two cents, and the child took him in.

The people inside were more cautious and only asked questions when passing by.

"Are there any Fuqiang fans?" asked an old lady who looked to be in her 50s.

Lin Qingqing nodded: "How much do you want?"

The old lady said cautiously: "I want 10 pounds. It's too much and I can't lift it!"

Lin Qingqing: "No problem, 3 cents per pound! No food stamps!"

This price is also based on the previous experience of buying Fuqiang powder at the supply and marketing cooperative.

The supply and marketing cooperative’s Fuqiang powder is 2 cents per pound, but food stamps are required.

The old lady had a kind face and kind eyes, and she felt that Lin Qingqing was also more gentle in her speech: "Young man, I think you are a real person.

I won't bargain with you anymore, except

As a Fuqiang fan, do you have anything else? "

Lin Qingqing nodded: "Auntie, my path is actually quite broad, tell me what you want!

Even if I don’t have it this time, I’ll get it for you next time! "

Old lady: "My grandson is growing taller now. There are things like malted milk, fruits and vegetables. If you have any, I will buy some!"

Lin Qingqing's space did not sell cream. After all, that large shopping mall was decades later, and the packaging was completely different from now.

"There is no slow cream, but there are about a few kilograms of apples and pears!"

The old lady’s eyes lit up: “I want all those apples and pears!”

Lin Qingqing didn't have a scale of this era, so she went to a place selling meat and borrowed a scale.

Apples cost 5 cents per catty, and pears cost 4 cents per catty.

Fuqiang powder, apples and pears were sold for a total of 10 yuan and 8 cents.

Lin Qingqing felt embarrassed after using the scale, so she stuffed two White Rabbit toffees into the young man selling the meat.

The young man is a good person and very talkative.

"I said, little brother, what good things are you carrying in your backpack?"

Lin Qingqing was still wary of the people here: "Just take out the things at home and exchange them for some money."

The young man also saw that Lin Qingqing did not want to have a close relationship with him.

Lin Qingqing saw that the young man bought a lot of meat at the stall, and asked, "How do you sell this meat?"

"It depends on what kind of meat you want. We have pork, pheasant, hare, and many kinds of meat here!

Young man, do you want to put on a few pounds? "

Lin Qingqing hesitated for a moment: "Bring me two pounds of pork! It needs to be fatter!"

The young man slashed the knife neatly, and it looked like he was an expert at first sight. He threw it on the scale with no more or no less.