Chapter 78 Pastry Ticket

Author: Runchao Cigarettes

Chapter 78 Pastry Ticket

"Let's go, Xiaokun, call Lao Yang somewhere and ask him to drive the truck over to pick us up early tomorrow morning."

After eating and drinking, they came out of the hotel. The two of them searched around, and Han Chunming made a phone call to Yang Huajian.

There are too many things.

There are more than 500 items in total, large and small. We can't let the two of them drag them back on bicycles.

It only took one morning to ask Yang Huajian to drive the old Jiefang truck over.

"Brother Xiaowu, are you done with the phone call?"

While Han Chunming was on the phone, Yang Yukun was squatting in front of the grocery store, sucking a popsicle.

"The fight is over. Lao Yang said he would come early tomorrow morning. Where are you going now?"

"It's still early. Why don't you go shopping? I finally came to Jinmen. I have to go back tomorrow. I want to buy something special."

"buy what?"

“Jinmen’s time-honored pastry.”

"Do you have pastry tickets?"

"No."

"Then buy shit."

"Think of a way, go to the black market and see if there is anything for sale."

"Yeah, let's go and have a look at the black market."

"Walk."

He will return to the imperial capital tomorrow, and Yang Yukun plans to bring back some time-honored cakes from Jinmen for Xu Jingping and the others to try.

He really didn't have pastry tickets, and neither did Han Chunming.

But they knew there was one place where they might be able to get it, and that was the black market.

After staying in Jinmen for a month, they basically visited the entire Jinmen.

Where is the black market here? They are both from Yemen.

It's not far from where they are now. It only takes fifteen or six minutes to ride a bicycle.

Soon, the two of them arrived at the black market.

It's time to get off work now, and there are quite a few people coming to the black market to buy things.

Because there are no tickets required to buy things on the black market, and you can buy things if you have money.

Han Chunming turned to look at Yang Yukun and said, "Xiao Kun, where can we find the ticket seller?"

"Let's ask someone."

It was their first time to visit the black market in Jinmen and they were not familiar with it.

It's not like being in the imperial capital.

Yang Yukun originally did business in the black market in Sijiucheng and knew the ticket dealers who sold tickets in the black market.

Here, both eyes are completely black.

But this didn't bother him.

The news is right under the nose, and it doesn't matter if you open your mouth when you go out.

After asking some people who set up stalls in the black market, he actually got information about the ticket seller, a middle-aged man in his thirties with a rather shrewd smile.

"You two little brothers, do you want tickets?"

"Do you have pastry tickets?"

"I have in my hand a pastry ticket from Gui Faxiang, a pastry ticket from Guoren Zhang, a pastry ticket from Bendou Zhang, a pastry ticket from Guishunzhai, and a pastry ticket from Siyuanxiang. Two little brothers, which one do you want?"

"Okay, buddy."

"After all, I am the one who eats this bowl of rice. I am not bragging. I have the most comprehensive tickets in Tianjin. I can get all kinds of tickets."

"We want all the pastry tickets in your hand."

"The pastry tickets in my hand add up to sixty kilograms. Little brother, are you sure you want them all?"

"How much does it cost per pound?"

"It's not expensive, only fifteen cents."

"It's really not expensive, Brother Wu, can we get half of it each?"

"OK."

Yang Yukun and Han Chunming each counted four and a half yuan to each other.

At 15 cents per pound, the price is indeed not expensive.

After all, pastry stamps are not like food stamps.

It’s okay not to eat cakes, but you have to eat. Naturally, it can’t be as expensive as food stamps.

"Two little brothers, open and bright."

All the pastry tickets in his hand were sold, and the ticket seller had a smile on his face.

It is true that pastry stamps are not as easy to sell as food stamps. These pastry stamps have been backlogged in his hands for a long time.

Unexpectedly, I met a noble man today and bought all the pastry tickets he had in his hands.

"You two little brothers, do you want any other tickets? Food stamps, cloth stamps, meat stamps, yes tickets, bicycle tickets..."

"No other tickets are needed."

"Looking at the accents of the two little brothers, they are not locals from Jinmen, but from Sijiu City next door?"

"I'm here to visit relatives. I don't know if I'm going back soon. I plan to buy some pastry tickets and bring some time-honored pastries from Jinmen back to my family and friends to try."

With the pastry tickets in hand, Yang Yukun and Han Chunming left the black market.

The two of them did not go to the pastry shop to buy pastries immediately.

The weather is still a bit hot now, so if you buy it and leave it overnight, it might go bad.

I'll go buy freshly baked ones tomorrow morning.

After walking around for a while, it was almost dark, and the two of them returned to the rented yard.

…………

A night of silence.

the next morning.

When Yang Yukun got up, Han Chunming was still awake.

He practiced the exercises in the courtyard for two hours before Han Chunming opened the door and yawned and came out of the house.

"Xiaokun, morning."

"It's already half past eight. I can't see the sun. It's already so high."

"Brother, I went to bed late last night. I didn't go to bed until almost twelve o'clock."

When he came back last night, Han Chunming had been playing with the Fang Baoxi he had bought. It was already twelve o'clock in a flash, so he got up so late today.

Yang Yukun said, "Brother Jian should be arriving soon, right?"

"It should be soon."

"Dudududu..."

"Lao Yang is here."

"Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be here."

There was a sound of car horns at the door. Yang Yukun and Han Chunming went to the door and saw that it was really Yang Huajian.

"Lao Yang."

"Brother Jian."

"Chunming, Xiaokun, this place is really hard to find. I had to ask a lot of people to find it."

Yesterday I received a call from Han Chunming and asked him to drive over to help pull things.

He drove from Sijiucheng before seven o'clock this morning and arrived at Jinmen just after eight o'clock.

Because it was his first time here and he was not familiar with the road, it took him almost half an hour to ask for directions and it took a lot of effort to find him.

"Lao Yang, have you eaten?"
To be continued...