I pamper the little baby in 80

To say it's rice porridge is really flattering.

A large bowl of rice soup, with a few rice grains here and there, is visible.

Not to mention soy milk fritters, he doesn't even have a dry bun.

Seeing Mother Yuan's expression, this bowl of rice soup has become a great favor.

Yuan Hongjun smiled lightly, and put the rice soup on the table: "Give me the rest of the rations, I'm sorry, so I stopped eating and went out."

Yuan Hongjun waved his hand, and strode out directly.

When he closed the door, he heard Yuan's mother and sister-in-law complaining behind him.

Anyway, I went out early in the morning just to check out the spots and see if there was any way to make money.

He wandered around the famous No. [-] Department Store in Shanghai, and then visited the supply and marketing cooperatives in a few blocks nearby.

After all, the big cities have a fairly complete range of commodities, but the quantity is small, and the prices of rare items are not cheap, and all kinds of receipts are required.

Yuan Hongjun finally took a bus to the black market.

The black market in the local population is Ping An Road in Shanghai.

There are often many small vendors gathering, and it is very lively.

As the urban population increases, the need for food and items in life also increases.

In the past few years, the policy was relaxed, and there were more small vendors on the street.

It's just that at this time, everyone has colored glasses for self-employment.

Small traders are afraid that the policy will change again, so most of them are sneaky.

On both sides of the narrow street, many small vendors carried baskets on their backs, buying some eggs, food and other things.

"Meat buns cost 1 cent, vegetable buns cost 4 cents, and the meat is delicious and affordable."

When I first came in, I met the cries of early stalls.

Big meat buns, bigger than the palm of an adult male, fragrant

Coming out early in the morning, Yuan Hongjun's stomach was already growling with hunger, so he took out [-] cents and gave it to the peddler.

"My little brother is troubled. I want to change some food or something. I am not familiar with the market price. Please give me some advice."

The price of food exchange in Ping'an Street is not a secret, just ask.

The peddler happily took the money, handed the buns to Yuan Hongjun, and started talking endlessly.

After listening carefully, Yuan Hongjun also lamented the prices in the 80s.

There are two types of eggs on the black market, fifty cents if you want food stamps, and seventy cents if you don’t need food stamps.

One hundred catties per yuan, one hundred catties per yuan.

Yuan Hongjun walked in as if taking a stroll in the courtyard, watching while walking.

After eating two big steamed stuffed buns, Yuan Hongjun was a little full. He knew about the prices on the street.

At this time, there are more food and vegetables exchanged, less meat, and even fewer daily necessities and clothes.

It seems that buying and selling daily necessities and clothes should not worry about sales.

It's just that if you come to take the train to load the goods, I'm afraid it's more risky to be alone.

Walking to the depths of Ping'an Street, there are old residents here, and the gaps between houses are piled high with coal briquettes.

In the distance, Yuan Hongjun saw a young man limping over with a cloth bag in his arms.

He took a closer look and found that that person was the kid he met in the alley yesterday.

The child's legs were bruised and purple, and his cheeks were also bruised. While running, he looked back in a panic, obviously someone was chasing him behind.

Seeing the panic in the child Ruifeng's eyes, Yuan Hongjun softened for no reason.

After making sure that there was no one at the end of the alley, when the child ran up to him, Yuan Hongjun grabbed him and shouted: "Don't shout, come with me!"

The two rushed directly behind the pile of briquettes, and Yuan Hongjun pulled over the broken wooden board covering the briquettes to cover his figure.

He clasped the child's mouth with one hand, clasped the child between his arms, and whispered in his ear: "Shh, don't make a sound."

The two of them were so close that they could hear each other's heart beating.

The child's cold lips pressed against Yuan Hongjun's palm, and the beautiful phoenix eyes stared at him, Yuan Hongjun's heart tightened.

At this moment, the sound of messy footsteps came from outside.

A ruffian voice shouted: "Damn! That little red guy, I saw him running into this alley, why did he disappear?"

"What are you talking about! Boss took a fancy to those old things he was selling, and the sleazy people found them."

"Brother Li, don't worry, you can't run away, that little red guy."

"The boss paid 5 yuan to buy his crap. It's to give him face. Bah, he robbed him later and broke his leg."

In the gap between the briquettes, Yuan Hongjun saw three gangster-looking men outside, carrying wooden sticks, with menacing expressions on their faces.

The three of them searched in the palm-sized back alley, and they were questioned one by one from the surrounding households.

Suddenly, the gangster in the gray cloth jacket came towards the pile of coal briquettes.

The air froze for a moment.

The child quietly picked up a wooden board with nails, and narrowed his phoenix eyes fiercely.

The left hand in Yuan Hongjun's sleeve was tightly clenched into a fist, and he quietly shook his head at him.

Two lifetimes plus one, Yuan Hongjun has never fought, he is a purely mental worker.

Facing a few vicious gangsters, my heart is also up and down.

Seeing the gray clothes, he walked closer and closer step by step, and stood beside the pile of briquettes.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of rubbing sparse clothes, and then the sound of splashing water, and there was a fishy smell in the air.

Disgust flashed in Yuan Hongjun's eyes, his brows were slightly frowned, and he relaxed a little.

At this time, after the gangsters finished talking with the surrounding people, they couldn't find anyone, so they yelled and chased them into the distance.

Yuan Hongjun put down his stiff right hand, made sure that those gangsters had really gone away, let out a long breath, sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

The child relaxed all over, dropped the board with a bang, and sat beside Yuan Hongjun panting, "Thank you, brother, my name is Fan Ze, how about you?"

"Yuan Hongjun." Yuan Hongjun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and glanced at the baggage in the child's arms: "You are going to sell something, so that those people will be watching."

Fan Ze knew Yuan Hongjun, the second child of the Yuan family.

He was the person who helped him in the alley that day, and he was also regarded as a neighbor, so he relaxed a little bit of vigilance towards him.

"Grandpa is sick, and the family has no money to buy medicine for him." Fan Ze hesitated for a moment, then opened the bag in his arms and motioned Yuan Hongjun to take a look: "I took out some old things in the house and wanted to exchange some. Money. Bah, you are shameless, you want to take everything away for only 5 yuan, I don’t agree with him beating me, sooner or later, I will return this beating.”

The boy wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, his phoenix eyes were full of viciousness, like an angry little lion.

Yuan Hongjun was amused by his appearance, reached out and took out a white jade finger wrench, and played with it in his hand.

It is indeed an antique of some years. In a few years when the market opens up, some of these items can be exchanged for a good price. It would be a pity to sell them cheaply now.

This child is still too reckless, easy to trust people.

Yuan Hongjun threw back the wrench in his hand to the child, and said slowly: "Those people have already set their sights on you, and you can no longer sell these things in the future."

"Grandpa... Grandpa needs 10 yuan to buy medicine. If I don't sell these things, I won't have any money!" Fan Ze lowered his head in frustration, clenched his hands into fists, and punched On the ground, the veins on the neck are slightly exposed.