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Chapter 417 Bickering, coming to Pigeon Market again(2/2)

The pigeon market in the imperial capital is still so lively, even livelier than before.

Of course, the time he mentioned was before he went to the countryside, not ten years ago.

Although it is lively now, it is still far behind what it was before the ten-year period began.

In fact, this is normal, not everyone is so bold.

It has been four years since Fangyuan left. Even those who knew him before have probably forgotten about him. After all, this acquaintance is different from familiarity.

People who are familiar with Fangyuan will recognize him immediately when they see him, but people who know him, even those who have only met him once or have met him a few times, will not recognize him when they see him.

The pigeon market in the imperial capital is incomparable to a small city like Yan'an. This is not only a matter of the number of people, but also the items bought and sold.

Looking at the Pigeon Market in the Imperial Capital, industrial coupons can be seen everywhere, but over there, Fangyuan has never encountered one.

Of course, this may be related to the fact that he goes there less often. If he goes all the time, he might actually encounter it.

But that's just encountering them. If you look here and visit a few stalls, you can see them, although the number is not very large.

There are also various kinds of receipts, which are incomparable over there. Local food stamps and national food stamps are everywhere.

Fangyuan even saw wine tickets, which are rare items and are rarely encountered even in the pigeon market in the imperial capital.

This may be related to the policies in recent years. In recent years, high-end products have been implemented in all walks of life in the imperial capital, so some bills that were basically invisible before are now appearing in Pigeon Market.

"Uncle, how much is a drink ticket?" Fangyuan asked, squatting in front of a stall.

"What kind?"

"This kind of thing." Fangyuan asked, picking up a Moutai liquor ticket.

"Ten dollars a piece."

"Ten...ten yuan?" Fangyuan quickly put down the drink ticket.

Just kidding, buying a bottle of Maotai only costs two yuan and ninety-seven cents, and a ticket costs ten yuan.

Of course, you need to buy it with a ticket for two yuan and ninety-seven cents. Without a ticket, a bottle of Moutai is about sixteen yuan.

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