Wearing to the 70s: Mr. Rough Man, Please Spare Me

So An Xin is still a little afraid of the black market.

It's better to be safe and walk around the streets. Anyway, she has space. Even if someone finds her putting things in the space, there will be no evidence.

When An Anxin passed by a public toilet, he walked in and took out the cosmetics from the space.

After a while, an old woman in her 60s or [-]s came out of the public toilet with a scarf on her head and a large backpack on her back.

She didn't know what kind of person she was looking for, so to be on the safe side, she walked to a nearby alley.

Later, we walked more and more sideways, and gradually there were only one or two people bustling in an alley. On the way, Anxin was asked if he wanted a pheasant.

An Xin imitated the gesture of the man before and walked up to a woman in her forties.

He asked in an old-fashioned manner: "Do you need some fine food?"

This ventriloquism was something she learned because she thought it was fun at the time.Unexpectedly, it would come in handy now.

The man originally didn't want to talk to a poor old lady, but when he heard about the fine grain, his expression immediately changed.

"Auntie, you're finally here, but I've been waiting for you for so long. Can't you find my home?" After saying that, she hugged An Xin's arm and walked towards her home.

An Xin was so scared that he wanted to leave and go to her house. If there was a strong man in her house, he would not be robbed.

Seeing An Xin's look, the man hurriedly whispered: "I am an employee of the nearby steel plant. We are both husband and wife. You can rest assured. Look, I still have my work badge on me. Let's find a place to talk."

Hearing this, An An finally felt relieved, but he still didn't dare to enter the house, so he waited at the back door.

"Just stay here, I won't go in, you want as much as you want."

"Auntie, you are so cautious, okay, if you don't go in, you won't go in. What do you have here, and what's the price?"

"I have fine noodles, oil, and rice. Fine noodles are 3 cents, rice is 5 cents. A barrel of oil is 3 cents, and a barrel is 10 pounds. No votes."

When the woman heard this, she burst out laughing. The price was cheaper than the black market. It was safe, right at her doorstep.

"Okay, I'll take whatever you have."

"There are 20 kilograms of grain and only one barrel of oil."

"Okay, okay, just wait for me. I'll get the money right away. Don't leave." The woman trotted into the house.

An Xin didn't dare to relax while waiting outside. It wasn't until Ding Dang asked Ding Dang that there was no danger that An An felt relieved.

Seeing that no one was there, she put her hand into the backpack and transferred the things she needed from the space to the backpack behind her.

In just one or two minutes, the woman ran out.

An Xin opened the backpack and let the woman check it.

The woman immediately showed a satisfied smile. The thin noodles were much whiter and more delicate than those on the market.This rice is the same, with plump grains and small pearls.The oil is even more crystal clear.

She took out 23 yuan from her arms and said, "Auntie, check it out!"

An Xin counted it and then handed the thing to the woman.

The food in the space comes in bags of ten kilograms each, and the oils in each barrel are five kilograms each, and there are no words on the packaging.

People were still afraid that she was short of weight, so they weighed her on their own scale.

"Auntie, any good things you have in the future will be sent directly to me. I want them all."

An Xin nodded and walked out.

An Xin was very excited when she left. This was the first money she had ever made in her two lives.

In fact, An Xin was quite excited when the transaction was made, but she hid it.

Seeing the woman's excited look, An Xin also knew that she seemed to be getting a bargain.

Then Anxin went to the nearby textile factory's family building, but this time before Anxin could say anything, she was stopped by someone.

"Auntie, do you have anything to exchange?"

An Xin saw that she was a woman about 30 years old, well dressed and with a rosy complexion.

She didn't dare to speak, who knew if it was because she was being asked, or if the Red Guards were around waiting to arrest her.

He called Dingdang anxiously in his heart, and did not speak until he was sure that there was no danger nearby.

"Yes, how much do you want?"

"What's your price?"

"Fine noodles are 4 cents, rice is 3 cents. No votes are needed, both weigh 5 kilograms. How about it? Do you need it?" An Xin raised the price a little.

"Yes, I want it all, but I don't have that much cash. Can I use other tickets instead?"

"can."

"My house is just a little ahead. Don't worry, there is no one else in my house, it's just me." The woman pointed to the house about 5 meters in front.

An Xin then followed.

When they arrived at the house, the woman was not in a hurry to look at the food and poured a glass of water for An Xin.

It made An Xin nervous and attentive to nothing.

But after Dingdang’s confirmation, An Xin was overthinking it.People just have good intentions.

The man went back to the house and took out some bills.

"Auntie, look, whatever tickets you need, see if they can be converted into money. If it's not enough, I'll use money to make up for it."

An Xin took a look and saw that there were all kinds of tickets, especially industrial tickets, which were the most popular. It seemed that this person was from a good family.

An Xin chose the tickets for everyone. After all, money is easy but tickets are hard to come by.

When she took out the food, the woman just looked at it briefly, unlike the previous woman who had to weigh it again.

After the transaction was completed, An Xin was about to turn around and walk out when he accidentally discovered a lot of cloth in the unclosed room.

She asked quietly: "I still have oil here, do you need it?"

"Yes!" The woman nodded immediately, oil is a good thing!

"But I don't want money or tickets this time. I see that this is a family building of a textile factory. Do you have any spare cloth that I can exchange for?"

When the woman heard this, she became very happy.

"Yes, yes, to tell you the truth, my wife is the director of a textile factory. Recently, the factory printed a wrong batch of goods, and the department store no longer wants them, so they can only be used as employee benefits and given to employees. I have just the right amount, wait. Hold on, I'll show it to you."

With that said, the woman went back to the house and brought out a piece of cloth.

He opened it and showed it to An Xin, "Auntie, do you want this?"

This is a piece of blue cotton, but the blue color is a bit uneven, but otherwise it's fine. It can be used to make clothes for Aunt Fang and the captain.

"Can you give me this piece of cloth? There are really too many children at home. I will give you 10 pounds of oil to change." An Xin said with a sad look on his face.

The woman thought for a moment: "Okay, but if you have any good things in the future, please remember to send them to me. My name is Feng Xue."

An Xin didn't expect this woman to be so cheerful, polite to others, and not fussy about anything.

If nothing else, he will be her long-term customer from now on.

"Okay, I'll give you something good as soon as possible in the future. I'll go to my son's place first and get two barrels of oil and then come back."

"How about I go pick it up myself?"

"No, no, he's waiting at the other end of the alley. I'll go over there and be back soon."

After An Xin said that, he went out, found a deserted corner, took out two barrels of oil from the space and put them in his backpack.

He also took a special break before arriving at Feng Xue's home.

After the transaction was completed, An Xin left the family building.