With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

A group of children wearing urea pants were running and playing in the yard and alley. The purpose of course was to show off to their friends, and they soon attracted the attention of adults.

A young couple stopped Li Erdan, "Little Erdan, tell uncle where you bought your pants and how much your mother spent on them?"

"I don't know how much it cost. My mother bought it at Uncle Xue's house." Erdan turned around and ran away, making a squeaking sound when his two trouser legs rubbed against each other.

The couple also knew Xue Ming. As soon as the couple discussed it, they immediately went to the courtyard where Xue Ming lived and spent ten yuan to buy a pair of adult urea pants.

All the urea pants that Li Chuanying, Zhao Xue, and Xue Ling worked overtime to make were sold out, leaving only a set of clothes and pants that were tailor-made for Xue Ming. They were not sold because Xue Ming's altitude was too high for others to wear.

"Honey, hubby, a total of eighty-four yuan." Zhao Xue put the money in her pocket and threw herself into her husband's arms, wrapping her legs around her husband's waist and hanging on him.

Xue Ming burst out laughing. The urea bags used to make pants were procured for free. The only cost was Li Chuanying's handicraft fee. It is not an exaggeration to say that it was a huge profit.

"Husband, will something happen if we do this?" Zhao Xue suddenly became nervous. The profit from urea clothes was too scary.

"It should be okay that urea bags are not a ticket-based supply, but it's really hard to say." Xue Ming hugged her and sat on the bed, frowning in thought.

Now except for xxx quotations, which do not need to be purchased with tickets, other materials are basically supplied with tickets.

Urea bags are a new item and are not controlled materials. In principle, reselling such items does not constitute speculation, but no one can be sure of the actual situation.

"How about we sell clothes on the black market. People there don't know us and we generally won't report it." Zhao Xue asked for advice in a low voice.

"You want to follow me to the black market for speculation? Aren't you afraid of danger?" Xue Ming's mentality was a little confused.

"I will help you do whatever you want. Marry a chicken, follow a chicken, marry a dog, follow a dog." Zhao Xue smiled playfully.

"Okay, let's sell the remaining pants on the black market. Since we don't have to worry about selling, there's no need to take more risks." Xue Ming thought about it carefully and agreed with her opinion.

At this time, Xue Ling came in holding her clothes and saw her sister-in-law sitting on her elder brother's lap. She turned around quickly and her face turned red instantly.

Zhao Xue got off her husband, pretended to be calm and walked to her sister-in-law and gave her five yuan, "I'll give you a reward for your hard work, one yuan for a pair of pants."

"I don't want it. I just made ten more." Xue Ling put down her pants and ran back to her room. She closed the door and her heart was pounding. Is it so comfortable to cuddle with a man?

"Why didn't you know how to open the door? How embarrassing it was just now." Zhao Xue looked resentful and prepared to close the door.

Her shy look was cute. Xue Ming wanted to tease her when he was in a good mood. He stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms, "What are old couples afraid of? Xiaoling is not an outsider."

Suddenly, the door of the room was pushed open again. Zhao Erlian was stunned for half a second and quickly turned to face the door.

The two hugging people quickly separated. Zhao Xue wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in. Xue Ming asked Zhao Erlian with a stern face, "Don't you know how to knock on the door?"

"I'm here to deliver clothes. Miss Li made ten pairs of pants and two shirts." Zhao Erlian put the clothes on the table and prepared to leave.

"Stay for a meal and go to the black market with us in the afternoon." Xue Ming said.

"Second brother, come with me to light the fire!" Zhao Xue became angry and glared at Zhao Erlian, snorted coldly and went to the kitchen in the yard to cook. Zhao Erlian followed with his head lowered in embarrassment.

She had hot and sour cabbage for lunch. During the meal, Xue Ling kept blushing and did not dare to look at her elder brother and sister-in-law. After eating, she immediately went back to the house and worked on her sewing machine.

Zhao Erlian was responsible for clearing the dining table, and Zhao Xue asked Xue Ming to put on the tailor-made urea clothes. Of course, he would wear samples when he went to sell goods in the black market.

Xue Ming blushed when he looked in the mirror. He felt like a bag of fertilizer. The red bow on his collar was too shy. Xue Ming reached out and wanted to pull it off.

"Don't pull it, I think it looks pretty." Zhao Xue couldn't help laughing, the red butterfly was so joyful.

Zhao Erlian wanted to laugh but dared not, so he packed twenty pieces of urea clothes into sacks, and the three of them rode three bicycles to the black market in the southern suburbs.

The black market was near the abandoned crematorium. The three of them did not dare to go to the market to sell openly. Instead, they found an abandoned residential house near the crematorium.

Xue Ming and Zhao Xue put on caps and masks, with the caps pulled down to reveal only a pair of eyes. At the same time, they arranged for Zhao Erlian to go lookout nearby.

Zhao Erlian hid in a bush with a shotgun. If someone came with an inspection team to arrest someone, he would fire a warning shot.

When everything was ready, Xue Ming took Zhao Xue into the house, took out all the clothes from the sacks and waited for customers to choose. "I will go outside to solicit customers. You will guard here. If you encounter danger, call me loudly."

There were weeds half as tall as a man in the yard, and there were several geckos foraging for food under the eaves. Zhao Xue felt a little numb, "I...I'm a little scared."

"Don't be afraid, just shoot when you see danger. You know how to use a gun, right?" Xue Ming pulled a shell gun from his waist and gave it to her.

"Yes, I was a militiaman." Zhao Xue held the shell gun in her arms, and her trembling heart began to calm down.

Xue Ming touched her head and left the yard, squatting on the road and waiting for people to pass by. Ten minutes later, a mother and son appeared on the opposite side. The thirty-year-old woman was holding her five or six-year-old son.

The woman was stunned when she saw Xue Ming. A grown man squatting on the roadside was a bit scary. She hesitated for a few seconds and continued to move forward. Her house was not far ahead and she didn't want to take a long detour.

"Sister, are you buying clothes? Just the clothes I'm wearing." Xue Ming chatted with a smile. The mother and son had many patches on their clothes.

Without saying a word, the woman took the child and ran away, quickly disappearing in front, leaving Xue Ming with a confused face, "Holy shit, does my face look so fierce?"

Xue Ming shook his head and went into the house to find Zhao Xue, "There was a lesbian who was scared away by me just now. You go outside to chat with the guests, and I will hide behind the courtyard wall to protect you."

"Okay, hee hee..." Zhao Xue couldn't help laughing. A big man like my husband wearing a mask is really scary.

Next, Zhao Xue stood on the roadside waiting for people to pass by. Xue Ming squatted behind the courtyard wall to guard him. After squatting for a while, his legs went numb and he simply entered the space to open his perspective.

At this time, a young mother and daughter appeared in front of them. The mother had a basket on her left arm, and her right arm was holding a little girl with a ponytail.

Their clothes were all patched, and the little girl's pants were of different lengths, which looked funny, but they were washed very clean.

"Sister, do you want to buy pants?" Zhao Xue bravely took out a pair of children's urea pants from her arms.

Of course, Zhao Xue, a young mother with a thin but sturdy figure, would not be scared away by Zhao Xue. She hesitated for a moment and stretched out her hand to knead her urea pants.

I felt that the material was pretty good. I turned around and saw no one was around, so I asked in a low voice, "Comrade, how do you sell these pants?"

Xue Ming, who was hiding in the space, couldn't help but smile. Sure enough, lesbians had more advantages in communication.