There was still a large number of teams in front of Qiu Jie. Fu Shu greeted her and went to visit other places. He made an appointment to gather at the door of the supply and marketing cooperative in an hour.

She came here to find opportunities to make money and couldn't waste all her time on waiting.

Fu Shu went to the entrance of the town steel plant and the town primary school. These two units are recognized as high-paying units, and employees' money will definitely be more profitable.

However, there are many people who have the same idea as her, and many women and children who seem to be indifferent are walking around the door of the unit with baskets.

When someone came out, they communicated with the man secretly, and three or four out of the ten people bought something from them.

Although the technique is secret, Fu Shu still saw it carefully: most of them sell food, some food, and some food that they have processed.

She was a little disappointed. Most of the refined grains in the Fu family had exchanged coarse grains with their neighbors. The family didn't have enough food, so there was no surplus grain to sell.

As for what has been processed, not to mention, although there were not so many variety of food in this era, her cooking skills will only be worse than others and will not be better.

When she was a child in her previous life, she could eat everything she cooked. After work, she was so busy that she had no time to cook, so her current level was limited to being able to cook food and eating it.

Fortunately, Fu Shu was not a good cook, otherwise she would have exposed her feelings.

Fu Shu made up his mind in his heart that if he had the chance in the future, he would definitely learn cooking skills. But obviously there is no hope of making money with this now.

She walked back in disappointment, passed by the back door of the textile factory and saw a figure walking out of the alley with a large black cloth bag on her back.

Fu Shu thought the man was weird, so he followed him.

The town textile factory said it was a textile factory, but in fact it was because the county textile factory was not in good location and the place was not large enough. It could only bring a few old machines that had been eliminated before to the town and opened a very small textile factory.

Therefore, the town textile factory produces a small output and not only has few employees, but its salary is much lower than that of steel mills. If it weren't for being affiliated with the county textile factory, it might close one day.

Fu Shu thought before that since he made money, it was definitely better for rich people to make money, so he didn't consider the workers in the textile factory at all.

When you come here, you can only say it’s fate.

Fu Shu followed the man not far away. In her previous life, she was considered a rich entrepreneur. She learned a lot of skills for her own safety. Although she was not very good at fighting, her ability to detect and counter-reconnaissance was good, so she was not discovered.

After walking around for twenty minutes, I finally stopped in an alley.

The alley was very lively. Several people with bags or baskets squatted under the wall. Someone went up to talk to them for a while, and then took some things from their bags with money and goods.

Obviously, this is the legendary black market.

The man also found a place to squat down. The person next to him seemed to know him and said hello: "Old Hu, here you are here!"

Lao Hu nodded and opened the black cloth bag slightly, revealing the blue and gray "merchandise" inside.

Fu Shu was too far away and couldn't see clearly, so he pretended to be collecting things, walked into the alley, and stopped in front of the man who had just greeted Lao Hu: "How much does a cake cost?"

"Three pieces and sixty-one pounds."

Fu Shu walked closer and pretended to look carefully, but his eyes were actually stuck in the black bag next to him, which was indeed fabric.

"It's too expensive. If my brother hadn't been ill and was clamoring to eat, I wouldn't have bought it! Give me some cheaper..." Fu Shu deliberately reiterated his accent to avoid being suspicious.

"There are not much left. If you want to take it away, just three yuan per pound."

When Fu Shu saw that there was really not much left, only four pieces of cake that was half a palm-sized one left. She nodded: "As soon."

The man weighed him more than half a pound, and he didn't care too much. He gave her a basket of 100% and 50 yuan. She handed the money to the man, which was all her private money for so many years. But after thinking about his thin brother and sister, it was worth it to take it back and make up for them.

Fu Shu took the things and left, as if he had never noticed Lao Hu next to him. He found a corner of the alley and hid, paying attention to Lao Hu's situation in the alley.

In recent years, every family has not been rich, and cloth tickets are even rare. Although this kind of cloth that does not require tickets is a bit expensive, the market is also good.

When Lao Hu left the black market, only three feet of gray cloth and two feet of blue cloth were left in the cloth bag. He was not going to sell these, so he took them back to make a shirt for his daughter.

After passing this road, he was the textile factory's family building. Before the get off work time was over, there was no one on the road. After making money, he was in a good mood and his pace became much more leisurely.

"Director Hu."

Hu Xiangzhi lived in this area, and it was not surprising that someone knew him. When he turned around and saw the man, his face suddenly lost all blood.

"Director Hu." The man called out again, walked slowly, holding a familiar small basket in his hand.
Chapter completed!