The uncle loosened his trousers, took out a cloth bag from it, pulled out a small stack of loose banknotes, and took out a penny from it.

"A distinguished guest."

The man called out softly and handed over a note.

"You two, your booth is number 6. This is the voucher. If you lose it, it will not be replaced. When you go in, give this to the person inside and someone will guide you."

"Little brother, don't shout, don't shout. If you are discovered by the red armbands, you will be locked up in a small dark room."

The uncle and nephew were shocked when they saw this, because these things are not allowed these days, otherwise they would not be sneaking around in the middle of the night.

"Haha, don't worry! We are one of the safest places in the entire Forty-Nine City, otherwise we wouldn't charge you a penny."

There were figures flashing in the distance, and the entire area within a radius of 300 meters was under surveillance.

Whose black market has a guard post every five meters and a sentry every ten meters?

The older uncle couldn't help but sigh when he saw this, "People in the city really know how to have fun!"

The uncle and nephew followed the instructions and came to the alley. The lanterns here were very bright and had a hint of warmth.

The two handed the credentials in their hands to the staff inside, who checked them carefully and called a guide.

The uncle and nephew followed the guide suspiciously and came to their stall. They found that the black market in this place was different from those in other places.

It's a different world inside. People are bargaining quietly in pairs at the stalls, without any worry about attracting red armbands.

You should know that in other places, pigeon markets negotiate prices with gestures in pairs, without any sound.

Here you can communicate vocally, the sound is not loud, but it is clear.

The black market here has a wide variety of supplies, including grain, rice, oil, salt, ginger, vinegar, tea, cloth, and even fresh vegetables and meat.

You have to know that other black markets are chaotic and disorganized. The people who set up the black markets will arbitrarily charge high stall fees, and forced buying and selling are not uncommon.

But the uncle and nephew had never seen a black market like this one, where there was nothing else except a one-cent entrance fee.

"Here, this is your stall. Just put whatever you want to sell on the table."

Their stall No. 6 is in the middle of the alley, surrounded by stalls selling agricultural products.

"Uncle, besides us, there seem to be only a few stalls selling meat here."

"Nonsense, it's good enough to have enough to eat these days." The old man put down the cloth bag behind him and took something out of it.

"Only we have the skills to hunt, otherwise we wouldn't be able to see any meat or oil."

"Hurry up and sell them. After that, buy some flour and go back to the village to make some dumplings to reward the villagers."

"okay!"

As the two men placed the pheasants and hares on the table, a large group of people immediately came running over after smelling the scent.

The duo's sales were also extremely fast. In just over ten minutes, all the five pheasants and three rabbits they brought were sold out.

Some even wanted to book for next time.

The uncle and nephew were a little bit unbelievable at the excitement, but fortunately, with the help of the staff, they successfully completed the transaction.

-

"call!"

The young man looked at the lantern that was faintly visible in the distance, and his heart finally settled down.

"Uncle, this place is really good. There is no phenomenon of black-eating-black."

pat!

The old man took a deep breath of welding smoke and said, "Although there is nothing wrong this time, we still have to be careful."

They were famous hunters in Qinjia Village. They were always able to hunt some game when they went up the mountain to chop firewood every week.

But they didn't dare to take it to Beijing to sell.

Lao Wang from the next village was also a hunter. He once killed a wild boar. Thinking he couldn't finish it, he cut it up and took it to the black market in Sijiu City to sell.

But the result was that he was robbed by his fellow thieves.

There was no more meat and no money either.

"Let's hurry up and go back before daybreak. We have to go to work tomorrow."

"Uncle, where are the dumplings!?"

"Hey kid, you don't need to worry about this, we have your uncle and the village chief."

"Hehe." The young man shook the flour on his back and thought, "More than ten kilograms should be enough for the whole village to have a meal of dumplings."

-

"Brother Zhang, this is the money earned from selling supplies."

"Brother Zhang, this is the ticket fee."

"Xiaolong and Xiaohu did a good job!" Zhang Xiao stood up and gave each of them a big front door, "Let Sister Xia count the numbers for you."

"Sister-in-law, give it to me!"

"Brother Zhang, Daqianmen is still the best!"

Xiaolong put the cigarette to his nose and took a deep breath.

“Look at how cowardly you are. If you follow me, how can I expect you to get nothing?” Zhang Xiao couldn’t help but laugh and scold.

Xiaolong's real name is Zhang Xiaolong, and Xiaohu's real name is Zhang Xiaohu. They are from the same village as Zhang Xiao.

Zhangjia Village is not big, with only about ten households. There was a famine a few years ago, and many people in the village could not hold on and passed away.

As the village bullies, Xiaolong and Xiaohu brought the remaining dozen young men to Sijiu City to make a living, doing odd jobs every day to make a living.

Later I met Zhang Xiao.

"Xiao'er, the total is one hundred and fifty-six dollars and seven cents."

You Fengxia did the statistics and pushed the sorted amount of money over.

Zhang Xiao took out two big black tens from the vault and said, "Xiao Long and Xiao Hu, one for each of you. Give them to the brothers to share."

"Brother Xiao, this is inappropriate. We just did a small thing."

"Yes!"

"Here, if you keep talking nonsense, I won't play with you anymore! Besides, how can you suffer if you hang out with me, Zhang Xiao? "

Seeing that Zhang Xiao was a little angry, Xiaolong and Xiaohu also took the money in their hands.

According to the seniority in the village, Zhang Xiao, Xiaolong and Xiaohu have to call him uncle. Zhang Xiao's grandfather left Zhangjia Village because he had some skills and came to Sijiucheng to make a living.

Although they were not close, the two brothers still remembered that snowy day. Zhang Xiao gave his only tattered cotton jacket to keep the two of them warm, but he himself was shivering in the snow.

This is also the main reason why the two brothers are willing to work with Zhang Xiao.

"This is our wages for today. Brother Xiao said one dollar per person." Xiaolong shook the two big black tens in his hand and said loudly.

The rest of the people were also shocked by Zhang Xiao’s generosity!

When have they ever seen such a scene? They just stood guard, said a few words of welcome, and answered a few questions.

You can earn one dollar in four to five hours.

This is much easier than carrying heavy bags. Carrying heavy bags requires eight hours of work a day, not including food and accommodation, and you only earn sixty or seventy cents a day.

"I, Zhang Xiaolong, won't say much. You all know what kind of person Brother Xiao is today!"

Xiaolong held up the two big black tens in his hand.

"Are you still willing to follow Brother Xiao in the future?"

"Yes!!" x17

"If Brother Xiao asks me to steal a chicken, I will never touch a dog. If Brother Xiao asks me to go west, I will never go east." Xiaohu smiled.

Snapped!

"You are the only one who is poor! Hurry up and distribute the money."

In the yard, Zhang Xiaolong looked at Xiaohu who was dividing the money, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

It is not difficult to support yourself these days, but it is difficult to live a good life.

There is an opportunity right in front of me.

You Fengxia looked at Xiaolong in the courtyard, with a hint of satisfaction in her eyes, "I didn't expect your two little brothers to be so good."

"That's right, don't you see who I am? I never miss a person's look. For example, you."

"Oh!?" You Fengxia turned around and put out the cigarette in Zhang Xiao's hand, and stroked Zhang Xiao's slightly messy collar.

"You promised me that you wouldn't go back tonight!"

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