This is the first time Jiang Qingwan has entered the black market to do such things. She has no experience at all and is a little nervous.

She covered her chest with her heartbeat, took a deep breath and walked into the alley carefully, observing the movements around her at any time while walking.

But when she asked the old lady, the old lady carefully warned her that the black market was not safe and that people were often arrested. Once they were arrested, they had to go to prison. Don't go easily until they had to.

Especially now that the limelight is so tight, it is possible to get a gun after being caught.

After entering the alley, most of them were pale-faced, thin-skinned and thin-skinned people. They walked a little soft, and some even looked like they were about to fall down at any time.

Jiang Qingwan felt a little sad and uncomfortable when she saw it.

Of course, some of them are also consuming food products, but they are a few of them after all. These reselling looks can show that they are living a good life.

Just as Jiang Qingwan was carefully observing how these people in the alley traded.

A rough and old voice sounded from behind her, "Daughter, do you have food on your hands?" She also deliberately lowered her voice.

The sudden sound scared Jiang Qingwan and quickly turned around and saw that she was a thin and thin old woman.

When the old lady saw that it seemed to scare Jiang Qingwan, she felt a little embarrassed and asked again in a hurry: "Daughter, do you have food to change in your backpack?"

Jiang Qingwan calmed down, nodded slightly to the old lady, deliberately changed her tone and said, "Yes, what do you want to exchange for? Rice or flour?"

"Do you have coarse grains?" the old woman rubbed her hands and said hesitantly.

Jiang Qingwan said while observing the movements around her and replied: "Yes, there are sorghum rice and cornmeal. Which one do you want?"

"I want two pounds of cornmeal, how much does it cost per pound? Do you need a ticket?"

Jiang Qingwan was a little confused about the current prices, and looked at the haggard old man with a dish. After thinking for a while, she casually quoted a price she thought was lower, "Is it OK to have 1 yuan per catty? If you have a ticket, you can use it."

When the old lady heard this, she burst into an excited look on her face, "Just one dollar per pound?"

The old lady obviously didn't expect to buy such cheap cornmeal in the black market, which was basically the same as the market price of the grain and oil station outside. After seeing Jiang Qingwan nodding and confirming, she said excitedly: "Then I want 2 and a half pounds of cornmeal, half of which is used for tickets and half of the money."

After saying that, he took out a cloth bag and took out a hair ticket and traded it with Jiang Qingwan.

Jiang Qingwan made the first deal, perhaps because she was watching her carrying a big basket with little weight.

Afterwards, several people took the initiative to ask, and she made several small transactions and sold 9 kilograms of rice and 5 kilograms of flour.

I also encountered some people who were tight-knitted and really took out money or tickets, and used some jewelry to trade.

These days, the most important thing is to fill your stomach. Who cares about these jewelry items that cannot be eaten or worn?

After these experiences, she took the courage to find potential customers.

During this period, I met a middle-aged woman dressed in a fashionable way, and suddenly I got two great union points.

It can be seen that the middle-aged woman's family background should be quite good. She not only bought fine grain flour and rice, but also bought some brown sugar and cooking oil.
Chapter completed!