Siheyuan: I am the Smart Pillar

He Yuzhu gave an awkward but polite smile, apologized to Yan Fuguier, and said, "I'm sorry, Third Uncle. I couldn't sleep tonight, so I planned to go out for a walk. I didn't expect to run into you on the road. I wonder if you can't sleep, Third Uncle."

He Yuzhu was talking while looking at the bag of flour in his hand with a smile. Yan Fugui smiled awkwardly, touched his nose and said, "Zhuzi, you also know that your uncle's family is quite large. Didn't your aunt give birth to a daughter recently? The ration in this family is really not enough. I don't plan to go to the black market to exchange for some food, otherwise this family will definitely starve to death."

Yan Fugui simply told the truth. He grew up watching He Yuzhu, and it was absolutely impossible for him to do such a thing as snitching. He Yuzhu smiled and said, "Third Uncle is also an honest person. In fact, I told you, I also want to see the black market. Why don't we go together?" Yan Fugui smiled bitterly and said, "You kid, you don't sleep at home with your wife in this cold winter. You are actually suffering outside. I don't know what you are thinking. Forget it, you haven't been to the black market yet."

Yan Fugui walked forward while talking to He Yuzhu with a smile. He Yuzhu scratched his head awkwardly. His father He Daqing must have been here before. When He Daqing was here, he didn't worry about food at all, so he wasn't interested in the black market. It wasn't until He Daqing ran away that he won the sign-in system. In addition, the chef level was also high, so there was no need to come to the black market to suffer this grievance.

He nodded and said with a smile, "That's right, Third Uncle. I have never been to the black market, but I heard that everything is sold there, so I decided to go and take a look. I heard that they also sell guns there, is that true, Third Uncle?" Yan Fugui nodded with a smile, grinning and said, "Third Uncle, I know all the big and small black markets in the city like the back of my hand. Not to mention the buying and selling of guns, there are also the buying and selling of women."

He Yuzhu opened his mouth wide, looked around, and found no one. He whispered, "Ah, how is this possible? It has been three or four years since the founding of the People's Republic of China. I heard from my father that before liberation, there were people buying and selling women and children. How come there are still people after liberation? Won't the country crack down on these people? Uncle, are you kidding me?"

Yan Fugui snorted coldly and said with a rather arrogant look, "I'm kidding you. Do you think I have the time? Now that we have been liberated and our country has been founded, our people have ushered in light. But do you think there is nothing secretive in those dark corners? Human trafficking is the easiest way to make money. Well, forget it. I can only tell you that these things are true."

Yan Fugui looked a little gloomy, and he didn't want to talk about this topic. As a teacher, he was very resentful of this behavior. But he had no choice. The sun shines on the earth, and there are inevitably some places that cannot be illuminated. With a helpless sigh, He Yuzhu continued to walk towards the black market.

After walking around in a small alley, He Yuzhu said nervously, "Uncle, why did you bring me to this place? Isn't this the haunted Maoer Alley?" Yan Fugui pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "Why are you so stupid? This alley is haunted, so people around here don't dare to wander around here even during the day. Who would dare to come here at night?"

He Yuzhu slapped his forehead and finally realized what was going on. Most likely, the legend of the haunted Maoer Hutong was spread by the black market organizers. The purpose was to scare away the people around and make this area a forbidden area for several miles. Only in this way could they do business with peace of mind and not be disturbed by the government.

Walking under a big willow tree, Yan Fugui took out a face towel from his pocket and covered his face tightly. He Yuzhu also took out a cloth from his pocket, which was stuffed into his pocket by his wife Qin Huairu before he left. Qin Huairu told him some rules in the black market, the most important of which was not to reveal his true face.

Yan Fugui looked at the back and was actually ready, nodded with a smile, and the two of them walked into an alley next to the big willow tree. Four burly men ran out from the dark corner, and the leader said unceremoniously, "Are you buying or selling?" Yan Fugui said, "We two want to buy something."

The burly man looked at the bag of flour, nodded and made way. He Yuzhu and the other man walked into the alley. As soon as they entered the alley, they saw a sea of ​​people. Although it was midnight, everyone tried to avoid making any noise. Most of the stall owners put a small oil lamp in front of their stalls and put the things they wanted to sell on it for the customers to choose from.

There are really all kinds of things in the black market. Who said that materials are scarce in this era? There are powerful people in every era. Foreign wine and cigarettes are everywhere, as well as those old-fashioned cameras. Although I don’t know whether these things come from legitimate sources, the dazzling array of goods inside makes He Yuzhu dazzled. Yan Fugui bargained with a food vendor and finally bought ten kilograms of corn flour for two yuan.

They all communicated with hand gestures, which was also a feature of the black market in this era. In order to prevent the patrol team from being drawn out in the middle of the night, such a rule had to be introduced. Yan Fugui and He Yuzhu were strolling in the black market, and He Yuzhu squatted in front of a stall. The stall was full of beautiful jewelry, emerald green hairpins, gold bracelets and many other dazzling goods.

He Yuzhu used gestures to ask the stall owner, "Brother, how much do you sell these things for? I like this hairpin and these two pairs of bracelets. Give me a real price." The stall owner also responded with gestures, showing a palm, which meant 50 yuan each.

He Yuzhu also knew that bargaining was necessary in the black market, otherwise people would definitely call you a fool behind your back. He Yuzhu smiled very kindly, held up two fingers and gestured, "20 yuan per item, I'll buy them all."