The excited third sister took a bite out of Fangyuan's face and said, "Brother, when can I finish reading so many comic books?"
Fangyuan wiped his face in disgust and said, "How do I know this?"
"You brat." The third sister flicked Fangyuan on the head and said, "You still dislike me?"
"Uh!" Fangyuan was stunned for a moment and said quickly: "What I dislike is saliva."
Hearing what Fangyuan said, the third sister immediately blushed. Thinking about it, you can just chew it, why would you chew on someone else's face?
"By the way, sister, where are the comic strips you've read?" Fangyuan asked after wiping his face.
"It's kept in the cabinet! Why do you ask this?" the third sister asked doubtfully.
"Nothing to do, just asking."
"Oh!"
"Little brother." The eldest sister came in from outside and called as soon as she entered the door.
"Sister, what's wrong?" Fangyuan asked.
"It's okay." The eldest sister smiled and said.
"Sister, you are tired from work! Come and have a cup of tea." Fangyuan quickly poured a cup of tea for the eldest sister and said.
"Thank you, little brother. I'm not thirsty. I'll help mom cook."
With the help of the eldest sister, cooking was much faster, and soon Fangyuan’s family had dinner.
Before eating, Fangyuan said to her mother: "Mom, I've soaked the pork liver you asked for in a basin, two of them, have you seen enough?"
"Enough is enough."
"That's enough."
Fangyuan didn’t ask her mother why she wanted pork liver! No matter what she did, Fangyuan wouldn’t care.
There was nothing to say all night. After breakfast the next morning, after my mother and eldest sister went to work, Fangyuan drove away.
The place Fangyuan is going to today is the Pigeon Market. He has no choice because he does not have national food stamps. Today he has to find a way to get some national food stamps.
It was also something he wanted to prepare for Li Weiguo. For now, Li Weiguo needed this thing.
In fact, this should have been prepared by Li Wei's country, because in this era, if anyone in the family traveled far away, the family would prepare some national food stamps.
But what's the situation in Li Wei's country! It's hard to eat, so where can I get this thing for Li Weiguo?
Then this matter can only fall on Fangyuan's head, but national food stamps are not local food stamps, and this thing is not easy to handle.
Otherwise, Fangyuan wouldn’t have nothing in his hands.
In fact, the reason for this is because this thing cannot be used unless you travel far away. How many people use this thing locally!
Fangyuan drove to Pigeon City very quickly, but he did not go directly there. Instead, he stopped some distance away from Pigeon City.
There's nothing I can do, the things haven't been taken out yet! You can't get them again when you go somewhere!
Small pieces of pork, in addition to pork, there are also a dozen chickens and a dozen rabbits. These are what Fangyuan plans to exchange for national food stamps.
After finishing these things, Fangyuan drove over. He didn't drive the car inside, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.
There were too many people, so Fangyuan could only park the car at the entrance of Pigeon City, then turn the car around so that the butt of the car faced the road.
Fangyuan got out of the car and opened the back of the jeep.
When the jeep came, it attracted a lot of people's attention. This is normal, because no one has ever driven a jeep to Pigeon City.
Even some people who drive to Pigeon Market to buy things park their cars far away from Pigeon Market and then walk there.
And Fangyuan was definitely the first to drive here directly.
So when Fangyuan opened the back of the jeep, the people who had gathered around were probably curious about what Fangyuan was going to do.
Many people were surprised that the driver was a child, but their surprise was quickly interrupted by what was in the jeep.
"Little comrade, how do you sell this meat?" A middle-aged man came up and asked.
"I don't sell this meat." Fang Yuan glanced at the middle-aged man and said.
"Uh!" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had said something wrong, and then said quickly: "I'm sorry, I didn't make it clear. I meant how do you sell the meat on your car?"
"You said it very clearly, and I understood it. It's the same thing, this meat is not for sale." Fang Yuan shrugged to the middle-aged man.
"Ah! Then what are you..." asked another middle-aged man.
"I only trade these things, not sell them. I need some national food stamps, one pound of pork and two pounds of national food stamps, one rabbit of four pounds of national food stamps, and one chicken of five pounds of national food stamps."
The value of national food stamps is not low, especially at this time, the value of one pound of national food stamps is about four to five yuan.
So Fangyuan only exchanged one pound of pork for two pounds of national food stamps. It seemed that he suffered a little loss, but there was nothing he could do! Who would exchange it for you if you didn't suffer a loss!
All the rabbits in Fangyuan are large rabbits weighing more than six pounds, so the national food stamps of four pounds are not expensive.
As for chickens, they weigh about the same as rabbits, but chickens have always been more expensive than rabbits, so one chicken costs five kilograms of food stamps.
This is already very cheap compared to pork, which only accounts for the fat. In terms of the amount of meat, chicken is more cost-effective.
"Little comrade, I don't have national food stamps. Do you think this will work? I can give you some more money, and then you can use the money to buy national food stamps."
If he had said this to other children, it might actually work, but unfortunately he met Fangyuan, so it was destined to be useless.
Although the shortage of food stamps cannot be compared with that of meat, it is still in short supply. It can be second only to the shortage of meat.
Can this thing be bought with money? If so, there wouldn’t be so many people coming to the Pigeon Market to try their luck every day.
And national food stamps are not like local food stamps, there are fewer of them.
"I have ten kilograms of national food stamps here, let me exchange them for you." A young man in a Chinese tunic suit came over and took out the food stamps from his pocket and said.
Fangyuan's eyes lit up and he took the food stamps and took a look. Sure enough, they were national food stamps.
These national food stamps are different from local food stamps. They are printed more beautifully and look almost like money.
"Exchange everything for meat?" Fangyuan asked.
"Yes."
"Here you go." Fangyuan picked up a piece of meat and handed it to the young man.
"Is this five pounds?" the young man said, looking at the meat handed over by Fangyuan.
"Call it whatever you want, just more or less."
Fangyuan had already weighed the meat when he cut it. There were five kilograms, two kilograms, one kilogram, and even half a kilogram.
There is no way, if someone else only has one pound of food stamps, why don’t you change them! No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat.
"Okay!" The young man took it, weighed it, nodded to Fang Yuan and left.
This made the people next to him look at the young man with envy. This is five pounds of meat! And it is still pork. How could they not be envious?
But we can only envy them because they don’t have national food stamps!
"Comrade, let's talk about it again. I can add more money." The middle-aged man was really persistent.
"I'm sorry, uncle, I can only exchange these things but not sell them. How about you buy some national food stamps first and then I can exchange them for you?"
"Uh!" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned red instantly.
Just now, he told Fangyuan that he should give Fangyuan more money and then let Fangyuan buy national food stamps.
Now Fangyuan asked him to buy it himself and then come over to exchange it, but he said nothing.
Just kidding, if food stamps across the country were so easy to buy, would Fangyuan still exchange them for meat here? Does Fangyuan not have as much money as he does, or does he not have the connections?
The scarcity of meat must be higher than that of food stamps. If you can't get around, you probably won't be able to find even a tael of meat in the entire pigeon market.
But food stamps are not much different. This is not to say that there are no food stamps in Pigeon City, but if there are food stamps, others will not sell them.
Just like the young man just now, if he didn't want to exchange meat with Fangyuan, how could he take out the food stamps?
"Okay, okay, everyone, please stop standing around. Those who have food stamps can come and exchange them. Those who don't have food stamps can leave! It's useless for you to stand around here."
Unfortunately, Fangyuan's words didn't work at all. These people had no intention of leaving, which gave Fangyuan a headache.
These people have completely surrounded this place, so how can anyone else get in?
Fangyuan had no choice but to resort to ruthless tactics. Fangyuan locked the back of the jeep and got into the cab. When he came out of the cab again, he had a gun in his hand.
This shocked the onlookers, who had all speculated that Fangyuan had an unusual identity, a little kid driving a jeep.
He brought so much meat here, so he must be someone with a particularly powerful background, but that was just a guess, but when Fangyuan took out the gun, it seemed to have confirmed everyone's guess.
Fangyuan opened the back of the jeep again and said, "Anyone who doesn't want to change, please leave."
After Fangyuan finished speaking, four-fifths of the people were instantly reduced, and the remaining one-fifth was still some distance away from the jeep.
Fang Yuan held the gun and sat on the footrest behind the jeep, looking at the people passing in front of him.
Many people ask, whether they are people who come from Pigeon City or people who have just arrived from outside, they will ask when passing by the jeep.
But when they learned that Fangyuan could only exchange for national food stamps, these people all left.
They didn't want to leave, but when they saw the guy in Fangyuan's hands, they had no choice but to leave. This was not a fire stick, this was a real guy!
Although the Imperial City is much stricter than other places, it has only been a few years since guns were put away! Most people have seen it and even played with it.
"Kid, how do you sell this chicken?"
After about ten minutes, an old man who had just come from outside stopped in front of Fangyuan and asked.
"Not for sale."
"Don't sell? What are you doing if you don't sell?"
The old man pointed to the meat, chickens and rabbits on display and asked.
"I only exchange it for national food stamps. Do you have national food stamps?" Fangyuan looked at the old man and asked.
"Exchange for national food stamps? How do I exchange them?"
Hearing what the old man said, Fangyuan's eyes lit up, and he felt something was going on, so he said: "One pound of meat is exchanged for two pounds of food stamps, and one chicken is exchanged for five pounds of food stamps."
After listening to Fangyuan's words, the old man nodded and said: "The price is quite reasonable, I will buy another chicken."
PS: There are only the last two days left for double monthly passes. Brothers and sisters who have monthly passes can use them. Thank you! Thank you everyone!
