Fangyuan looked at the middle-aged man and said: "Local food stamps are 18 cents, national food stamps are 22 cents, meat stamps are 40 cents, cloth stamps..."

The more Fangyuan spoke, the more surprised the middle-aged man became. When Fangyuan finished speaking, the middle-aged man said, "You have a good family, aren't you?"

"It's not bad! I did my homework before joining the industry." Fang Yuan said, touching his nose.

Hearing what Fangyuan said, the middle-aged man shook his head and said, "At your price, I can give you local food stamps, but not national food stamps."

"It doesn't matter, local food stamps will do too."

In fact, what Fangyuan wants are local food stamps. He has a lot of national food stamps. If he eats them alone, he can probably eat them until the end of the ten-year period.

"That's okay."

Then the two people started trading, not only food stamps, but also various bills.

The middle-aged man specializes in collecting these bills on the streets in the city. Of course he knows that the price offered by Fangyuan is more reasonable.

Although it is cheaper than taking it to the market, there is also no need for him to sell it. With the time to sell it, he can also collect a lot more tickets.

After collecting the transaction tickets, Fangyuan said to the middle-aged man: "Uncle, thank you."

"You're welcome. If you want to say thank you, it's me thanking you! You saved me a lot of time." The middle-aged man said while collecting the money.

"Same." After finishing speaking, Fangyuan looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Uncle, if you still have tickets, or if anyone you know has tickets, you can go to the market to find me, and I will accept them all."

"Uh!" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Of course, but I will only be here for four days this time."

Hearing what Fangyuan said, the middle-aged man seemed to understand something and asked, "Are you from the commune below?"

"right."

There was nothing to hide, so Fangyuan admitted it directly.

"Okay, I understand." The middle-aged man nodded.

After the middle-aged man left, Fangyuan also left. Although he knew that the market was not far from the department store, he didn't know where the department store was!

But this is much simpler. It’s better to ask the department store than ask someone else’s pigeon market!

"Hello, comrade! How can I get to the department store?" After arriving on the road, he met a middle-aged woman riding a bicycle. Fangyuan stopped her and asked.

"Go to the department store! Go straight ahead from here. When you pass the fourth intersection, turn left. You will see it not far away."

"Thanks!"

In this era, the imperial capital was not that big, let alone a place like Yan'an.

Fangyuan didn't take a bus, and he didn't know which bus to take, so he just walked there.

Following the middle-aged woman's directions, Fangyuan stood at the door of the department store half an hour later.

The middle-aged man who gave him the ticket said that the market is not far south of the department store, so Fangyuan should go south.

This one is indeed not far away, or even right next to it. It is not even a hundred meters from the department store to here.

There is indeed a difference between the city and the commune. In Panlong Commune, stalls are set up directly, but here it is done secretly.

"Comrade, do you want food stamps?" As soon as Fangyuan came in, a middle-aged man came up and asked.

"How to sell food stamps?"

"The local food stamps are 20 cents a pound, and the national food stamps are 28 cents."

"This is too expensive for you." Fang Yuan shook his head and prepared to walk in.

"Uh!" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and asked, "How much do you want? If you want more, I can give you a cheaper price."

"I want all the food stamps in your hand. How much do you want to give me?"

"Both?" The middle-aged man looked at Fang Yuan in surprise.

"Yes, both."

From the price quoted by this middle-aged man, Fangyuan also understood why the middle-aged man who gave him the tickets before did not sell him the national food stamps.

The national food stamps here actually cost 280 cents per kilogram, which is three times more expensive than the imperial capital.

Don't underestimate these three-pointers, they add up to a lot!

"Little brother, let's go to the side and chat." The middle-aged man pointed to an open space next to him.

"Okay." Fang Yuan nodded, and then followed the middle-aged man over.

"Little brother, are you sure you want them all?"

"Of course, and I not only want the food stamps in your hand, I also want all the other tickets."

Hearing what Fangyuan said, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he said, "Okay, if you want them all, I'll give you 18 cents per pound."

"make a deal."

Then the middle-aged man took Fang Yuan to a relatively secluded place and took out a lot of bills from a bag on his waist.

When he saw a certain kind of bill, he immediately bid for it, and the price he offered left the middle-aged man speechless.

Fangyuan has been in the pigeon market for so many years, so it can be said that he is very familiar with these bills.

Similarly, this middle-aged man did not sell him the national food stamps because the price offered by Fangyuan was much different from the price he wanted.

Fangyuan finally understands why people say that a penny of profit makes people rich, and a penny of profit starves people to death.

Although they want to make more money, no one buys it! This means they are not making any money.

After the transaction, Fangyuan said to the middle-aged man: "Uncle, if you still have some, you can come to me. Of course, you can also introduce them to people you know. I need a lot."

"you still want?"

"Yes, yes." Fang Yuan nodded.

"Wait for me here and I'll ask you questions."

"Um!"

The middle-aged man left, and Fangyuan waited for about ten minutes. The middle-aged man came over with five or six people.

These five or six people are about the same age as this middle-aged man. Judging from their familiar appearance, they should be acquaintances or friends.

"Little brother, I brought people here. What do you want?"

"I still want all the tickets at the price I gave you."

Hearing what Fangyuan said, the middle-aged man glanced at his friends. Needless to say, the middle-aged man should have told them the price before.

"Look..." the middle-aged man said to his friends.

"OK."

There are more tickets this time, and five or six people will definitely have more votes than one person!

And the tickets this time are relatively complete, including food stamps, cloth stamps, meat stamps, shoe stamps, shirt stamps, glove stamps, match stamps, soap stamps, etc.

These are basically what Fangyuan needs most now. There is no way, these tickets are not national tickets, they are all local tickets.

You can't buy these things without tickets, but one thing is that Fangyuan didn't find any industrial coupons.

Yes! Including the middle-aged man who was walking down the street before, Fangyuan has collected tickets from so many people, but it has not received a single industrial coupon.

Ten minutes later, Fangyuan and these middle-aged people finished trading the bills, mainly because they wasted time counting the bills.

After the transaction was completed, Fangyuan collected the tickets and asked, "Uncle, don't you have any industrial coupons here?"

"Industrial coupons?"

"That's right! You have so many votes, but I didn't even see an industrial coupon."

"Little brother, you may not know that industrial coupons are a rarity here, and no one who has them will sell them."

"Uh! Why?"

"It's so rare!" A middle-aged man said, shaking his head.

"Actually, the transportation here is still underdeveloped. Everyone hopes to have a bicycle, so..."

Although the middle-aged man didn't finish his words, Fangyuan already understood what was going on, which made his eyes light up.

It seems he has found a way to make money.

"Uncles, please help me ask others. If anyone still has tickets to sell, they can come to me."

"Okay, no problem. Can I meet you here?"

"Yes! I will come over at five o'clock every afternoon in the next few days."

"good."

After several middle-aged people left, Fang Yuan also left. There was no other way, he still wanted to make money!

If he keeps going like this, it won't take long for him to run out of money.

He also thought about selling the chickens, eggs and rabbits in the space, but selling a few at a time would be a drop in the bucket.

There's no way! He didn't bring the jeep when he came, and he couldn't bring it.
To be continued...