Fangyuan's worries were completely unnecessary. After these children knew that the tickets could be exchanged, they brought all kinds of tickets.

There are candy stamps, non-staple food stamps, cigarette stamps, alcohol stamps, match stamps...etc., there are even a few fruit stamps.

This made Fangyuan dumbfounded. It would be better to live in the compound! Look at this ticket, many people have probably never seen it.

Apart from anything else, can the common people see just the Moutai liquor tickets? Of course not, and there are also fruit tickets, which the common people probably can’t see either.

The other thing is cigarette tickets, let’s put it this way! Cigarettes that need to be bought with tickets are not ordinary cigarettes, they are the same as alcohol.

Ordinary people won’t buy these things at all, let alone if they don’t have tickets, they won’t buy them even if they have tickets.

After struggling for half an hour, Fangyuan finally finished the exchange. Basically, the exchange was based on value. Of course, Fangyuan had the final say on the value.

In fact, in addition to food stamps and rationed items such as butcher shops, the remaining random stamps are all benefits issued by these people.

How could Fangyuan's price be too high? They were basically given the price of cabbage. Of course, he didn't exchange for food stamps, and these children didn't get food stamps either.

It is estimated that the food stamps are all placed together with the food books and the like, and these random tickets are placed casually, otherwise these children will not be able to touch them.

After the group of children dispersed, Fangyuan quickly tidied up and prepared to leave here. No one can come back here again.

"Kid, wait a minute." Just when Fangyuan was about to leave, a middle-aged man standing at the door of a small courtyard nearby called him.

Seeing this middle-aged man, Fangyuan immediately became a little nervous, because he knew that the scene of changing things just now must have been seen by this middle-aged man.

"Don't be nervous, I don't mean any harm." The middle-aged man said and took a few steps forward.

Fangyuan also hurriedly took a few steps back to keep a certain distance from the middle-aged man.

Seeing Fangyuan like this, the middle-aged man stopped, smiled bitterly and said, "I really don't have any ill intentions, I just want to make a deal with you."

Hearing what the middle-aged man said, Fangyuan looked at him carefully. The middle-aged man was in his forties and was wearing a flag uniform, a big mandarin jacket.

Although there is hair on the top of his head, it is obviously not comparable to the braids on the back of his head.

Damn it! Isn’t this what the TV shows of later generations call the old and the young? Fang Yuan thought to herself.

He couldn't help but think otherwise! Otherwise, who would wear such clothes and have pigtails now?

The most important thing is that this person actually lives in a small courtyard, that is, a small courtyard, the kind where one family is a family.

"What kind of deal do you want to do?" Fangyuan looked at the middle-aged man warily and asked.

"I've been watching you for a long time. If I had any ill intentions, I would have spoken long ago."

"Uh!" Fangyuan was stunned for a moment, and thought: That's right! If he really had any ill intentions, he would have come forward just now. There is no need to wait for Fangyuan to change with those children before he comes forward.

"Okay! What do you want?"

"Food stamps, you should have food stamps in your hand, right?" the middle-aged man looked at Fang Yuan and asked.

"Yes, yes, but food stamps are very expensive."

When Fangyuan said yes, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he didn't care whether Fangyuan said it was expensive or not.

Seeing the middle-aged man looking at him with shining eyes, Fangyuan said again: "Food stamps are very expensive."

Only then did the middle-aged man react and said quickly: "Yes, yes, I know it's expensive, please sell me some."

"Okay, I won't cheat you. Now in the pigeon market, the fine grain stamps are two and a half yuan per catty, and the thick and thin grain stamps are one and a half yuan per catty. I will give it to you at this price."

Hearing what Fangyuan said, the middle-aged man smiled awkwardly and said, "I have no money."

"Damn! Why are you talking so much when you don't have money?" Fangyuan was about to leave after saying this.

"Wait." The middle-aged man called him again.

"What else do you want?"

"I have this." The middle-aged man revealed half of the golden thing from his sleeve.

"Little yellow croaker!"

"Hey! You kid knows a lot. How about this? Can I exchange this with you for food stamps?"

"Of course you can, but you also know that this thing is difficult to sell, so the price cannot be high."

Since the past five years, the country has banned the trading of gold. Now there is no gold jewelry on the market. You can’t even buy it. Of course, there is no place to sell it.

"Yes, I know this. How many food stamps can I exchange for this?"

According to later calculations, a small yellow croaker weighs 31.25 grams. There is also a large yellow croaker whose weight is ten times that of a small yellow croaker, which is 312.5 grams.

Fangyuan did some calculations and found that according to the current price of gold, one gram is one and a half yuan. This small yellow croaker costs more than forty-six yuan, not less than forty-seven yuan.

In addition, if it cannot be circulated now, its value will be even lower. No matter what it is, it is a good thing if it can be circulated. A dead thing that cannot be circulated has no use no matter how valuable it is.

"Five pounds of coarse and fine grains."

"What, it's only five pounds, you're too..."

Although the middle-aged man did not finish his words, Fangyuan also knew that he wanted to say that he was evil.

Fangyuan admitted that he was indeed a bit shady, but there was nothing he could do about it! This thing was not circulated and could not be exchanged for money.

"Then how much did you say?" Fang Yuan looked at the middle-aged man and asked.

"Twenty pounds, no more."

"Ten pounds is the most." Fangyuan replied.

"Fifteen pounds."

"Twelve pounds."

The two of them talked to each other, and soon the price was negotiated to more than ten kilograms.

"No, no, the minimum is thirteen pounds. If it's less, I won't change it." The middle-aged man shook his head.

"Okay, thirteen catties is thirteen catties, I'll treat you as my friend." Fangyuan unknowingly brought out the tricks of doing business in later generations.

"Friend?" The middle-aged man smiled bitterly.

Fangyuan took out thirteen kilograms of grain stamps and handed them to him. The middle-aged man was also very honest. He took the grain stamps, counted them, and gave the small yellow croaker to Fangyuan.

Fangyuan quickly took it, but just when he was about to take a look, the little yellow croaker disappeared. Yes, it just disappeared.

Fangyuan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't show any emotion. He put his hand into his pocket in a pretentious manner, and then took it out again. Those who didn't know thought he had packed up the little yellow croaker.

Fangyuan is really on the verge of tears right now! Now he understands a little bit about how space came about, and it’s because of gold.

Because he can clearly feel some changes in the space. As for the changes, he can't go in now, so he doesn't know.

It's just that this thing is a bit cheating when it comes to swallowing gold. If this is the case, he will not be able to touch gold in the future. If he touches it, it will disappear. Who can stand this?

But for now, Fangyuan really wants to touch more gold, because he wants to know what the space will become.

"Uncle, do you want to change it?"

Hearing what Fangyuan said, the middle-aged man quickly asked: "Do you have any more?"

You must know that food is very expensive now, and you can't buy it even if you have money. The food book only rations so much per person per month, and you can only buy it with food stamps after eating.

Now that food stamps have become hard currency, no one will sell food stamps. This is a life-saving thing. Unless you are desperate for money to save your life, no one will sell it.

"A little more."

Hearing Fangyuan's words, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up and asked: "How many more are there?"

"You need a lot of small yellow croakers, but I'm afraid you don't have that many."

"You wait." The middle-aged man said and entered the courtyard.

In just two or three minutes, the middle-aged man came out of the courtyard again, came to Fangyuan, and exposed a piece of his sleeve.

"Big..."

"Shh!"

Just as Fangyuan was about to call out Big Yellow Croaker, he was interrupted by a middle-aged man. He looked around to see if there was no one, and then said: "What did I say you called? I'm afraid others won't know!"

"Uh! Sorry." Fangyuan scratched his head.

"It's okay. How about it? Can you eat it?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Don't worry! There's absolutely no problem."

There are not so many thick and thin food stamps. Don’t forget that Fangyuan still has fine food stamps in his hand. This is more useful than thick and thin food stamps.

"You... why didn't you tell me earlier that you had fine grain stamps?" the middle-aged man asked, pointing to Fang Yuan.

"You didn't even ask! I said there are thick and thin food stamps, so you want them." Fangyuan spread his hands and said.

"Uh! Okay! This time I want all the food stamps."

"Okay, but fine grain coupons are expensive. Let's do this. For one big yellow croaker, I will give you seventy catties of fine grain stamps."

"Ah! It's only seventy pounds! This is too little."

Fangyuan shrugged and said, "I can't help it. Fine food stamps are much more expensive than thick and thin food stamps. I've already given you a lot."

Fangyuan is right! He did give a lot. If it weren't for the space, he would at most give it to the middle-aged man once, which was the previous time.

You must know that food is the most important thing in this era. Money and everything else are just floating clouds. Without food, no matter how much money you have, it will be useless.
To be continued...