The quality of this basket of bean sprouts is not as good as that sold by the supply and marketing cooperative. Hua Zhao told Zhang Guilan in advance. When Zhang Guilan sold it, she repeatedly told the buyer, and she sold it cheaply.

The supply and marketing cooperative sells 30 cents per pound, but hers only sells 10 cents per pound.

This sells quickly.

People who come to the black market to buy things usually bring their own "good business", basins, pockets, and baskets.

People who buy it will taste it before, and their eyes will lit up.

Although the bean sprouts look less than the white and fat water spirit of the supply and marketing cooperative, the taste is a little worse, but not much worse. They are still delicious that they have never eaten before, and they are so cheap, so buy it!

Everyone wants a lot, three or five pounds, or ten pounds.

Almost in a blink of an eye, Zhang Guilan was surrounded, and then the crowd dispersed and her basket became empty.

Before she could pay too much attention to the people around her who also sell things, she hurriedly disappeared in the dark sky with a basket on her back.

When the sky is bright, it is when the "black market" ends. "Illegal transactions" are made in broad daylight. Everyone is guilty, so they all choose to trade at dawn.

Zhang Guilan excitedly went home with 10 yuan in her arms.

10 yuan, one day! How much is that month?

Her eyes never shine, she saw something that had never appeared in life, hope.

When she got home, she immediately shared her excitement with Hua Zhao.

Hua Zhao counted the money happily.

Occasionally, she would pick out a few special paper money, "a red crest" and a green crest on her back". These paper money with special collection value are worth tens of thousands at its peak decades later!

10,000 yuan has become tens of thousands? She can't spend it!

"Good days are still coming. You will become richer and richer in the future, and there is still money!" Hua Zhao said.

Keep the income of the villagers at around 30 yuan a month, or even less, except Zhang Guilan. She is not from the village, but she is her own, so she will open the door to convenience~

Anyway, she will definitely hide it tightly, except her, and she will not tell anyone.

Zhang Guilan went to see the mung beans she soaked yesterday, and they actually sprouted and could be put into a basket.

"The water in Kaoshantun has really changed. It has not been so fast in the past." Zhang Guilan said happily.

"Yes, yes, this place is really a Feng Shui treasure land." Hua Zhao said with a smile.

"Yes, yes." Zhang Guilan quickly put the bean sprouts into baskets, and then went to build a house.

There were piles of earth bricks on the open space, and Zhao Liangcai was taking people to unload bricks.

"Good materials... No, captain, thank you." Zhang Guilan rubbed her hands and said, "Where did these bricks come from? I bought them! I spent money... I owe it first, and pay it back immediately after making money!"

Zhao Liangcai is two years younger than Hua Feng. They were very good friends at the beginning. Zhao Liangcai used to call her sister-in-law, and they had a good relationship.

Now, she is a remarried person, and she is back in such a mess, so she dare not look at Zhao Liangcai at the right moment.

Zhao Liangcai looked at her with emotion. He didn't expect that life would turn the beautiful and gentle sister-in-law into her current appearance. If he couldn't recognize her at once, he would call her aunt!

It's also a pity. Besides, the widow can't blame her if she remarries.
Chapter completed!