As material supplies return to normal, more farmers are coming to cities to buy and sell agricultural products.
The government began to turn a blind eye to the black market, acquiescing to farmers and individuals buying and selling their own supplies.
Yan Jiecheng, who had been stable for two years, began to lose control of his restless heart.
After following Liu Shitou to inquire, he came to the Dongzhimen Black Market.
Yan Jiecheng doesn't do it just for shopping. He has a systematic father, so he doesn't have to worry about food and drink.
Even the black market is semi-open. Come and feel the atmosphere of the times. Some sell rice, some sell flour, some sell vegetables, some sell eggs, and some sell chickens and ducks.
Some sell cloth shoes, some sell tables, chairs and benches, and some sell various handmade products.
All kinds of food are still sold the fastest. It can be said that if you are quick, you can sell it, but if you are slow, you can't.
Maybe Yan Jiecheng didn’t want to buy it, but a wretched-looking young man in his twenties stopped Yan Jiecheng and asked,
"Comrade, do you need a ticket?"
"What votes do you have?" Yan Jiecheng looked around and said.
"Food stamps, meat stamps, cigarette stamps, alcohol stamps, cloth stamps...we all have them. If you want industrial stamps, I can get them for you."
Yan Jiecheng knew that he had met a specialized ticket seller. Some tickets he had never heard of, and some he had heard of but never seen.
The red armband targets those who buy and resell, so be more careful than others.
"How many cigarette and alcohol tickets can I get? How many industrial coupons do you have?"
"Daqianmen is 30 cents, China is 60 cents, Peony is 50 cents, industrial coupons are 2 cents each. Maotai is 3 cents, Xifeng is 2 cents, Fenjiu is 1 cent, Erguotou is 7 cents."
Yan Jiecheng saw that this was considered the market price and asked for tickets for two large front doors, one from China and one from Peony. He only got five Moutai tickets for wine and ten industrial coupons, saving them for future purchases.
Seeing that he wanted to buy everything, Yan Jie was acting like a hamster.
I saw two pheasants, a leg of a roe deer, and a few pounds of wild boar.
Fifty or sixty yuan was spent in a short time, and the third uncle's two months' salary was gone before he even started buying it.
After leaving the black market, Yan Jiecheng probably didn't buy enough today. He didn't encounter anyone trying to rob him. After two years of hard training, he still hadn't opened a shop.
I returned to the courtyard with a trace of regret and reluctance.
Seeing Yan Jiecheng coming back with a pheasant, Yan Bugui became happy and stopped guarding the door.
"This pheasant looks good. It weighs three pounds. Add some potatoes and stew it. It will be enough meat for our family for a week."
Yan Jiecheng didn't bring much meat home. He ate some steamed buns, noodles, and boiled vegetables. Others might not know about it.
But when it comes to eating meat in this era, everyone can smell it. The conditions of Lao Yan's family are laid out there. Everyone also knows that the meat stamps, which are a little more than a pound a month, must be bought into fat and cooked into oil.
Sprinkle some salt on the oil residue and eat two bites per person, or eat a meal of steamed buns stuffed with oil residue and cabbage, which is considered the peak of the Yan family's life.
If you eat too much, other courtyards will not know about it, and you will definitely be reported in this courtyard.
Where does your meat come from?
Where did you get the meat tickets?
Where did you buy it?
You can't say whether you can do it in the black market, and if you let Yan Bugui go to the black market to buy high-priced goods, it would be better to wait for the sun to come out from the west.
"Dad, this pheasant is not big, so you can eat it in one meal. Now that the weather is hot, you are spoiling it." Yan Jiecheng saw that Yan Bugui was in a good mood and suggested the old rule.
"Jie Cheng, I'm teaching you for nothing. You don't know how to calculate at all. If you eat one meal, it's not as good as a week. It's good to have money and water every day. You don't know how to live a good life!" Yan Bugui educated Yan Jiecheng sadly.
"Ask your younger brothers and sisters whether they would rather eat in one meal or get a little bit of oil and water every day."
"Dad, I'm willing to have a meal." The second child agreed.
"Dad, brother, I am willing to eat meat to satisfy my hunger." The third child also wanted to settle the matter with a meal.
"Dad, I'm also willing to finish eating today." Yan Jiedi raised her hands in agreement.
The answers from the three people made Yan Bugui very angry.
"Are you three stupid? After eating today, you won't see any oil or water in a week. You just know how to eat, eat, eat. What will you do in the next few days? You won't think there is no oil or water!"
"I told you, if you fail to calculate, you will suffer poverty! I can't remember it."
The head of the Yan family, Yan Bugui, chose to be dictatorial and asked the third aunt to do a little bit every day. The third aunt and Yan Bugui were in the same group.
Older gingers are more spicy.
Your uncle is still your uncle, and your dad is still your dad.
At dinner in the evening, everyone still shared a piece of chicken. Yan Jiecheng, who was not short of food, gave his piece to Yan Jiedi.
Potato stewed chicken is a little more delicious than the usual potato shreds, potato slices, and potato chunks.
The children of the Yan family are also easily satisfied. It’s good to be given something to eat, and they can be very happy even if they eat a piece of it.
Some people are happy, and some people are unhappy.
"Grandma, I want to eat chicken!" Xiaobangjie smelled the smell of chicken and became unhappy.
"Let your mother buy the chicken and tell me what's the use!"
"This Yan Laoxi doesn't even know how to bring some chicken to us. Don't you know that our family is in trouble? He is the third uncle in the courtyard."
"Sinzhu too, don't you know how to bring back some meat and vegetables? Who are these cabbages and radishes for?"
"Qin Huairu, did you hear that your son wants to eat meat?"
"Banggen, we don't have any meat at home. Our meat coupons will be given to you at the beginning of the month. You can eat first. In two days, Shazhu will bring back meat and vegetables for you to eat." Qin Huairu coaxed her lovingly.
The third uncle’s house is not someone else’s house. Peanuts are eaten by individual portions. Just like the first uncle and Silly Zhu’s house eat meat, if they can get some back, they can’t get it by going to the third uncle’s house to ask for it. They won’t let you keep the bowl.
Consider it a loss.
Silly Zhu drank a dozen peanuts with half a catty of wine, "Yan Laoxi's food is fine today, the smell of chicken nuggets stewed with potatoes."
Xu Damao also smelled the aroma, "Even the third uncle's family has stewed chicken. I'll go buy some meat tomorrow and we'll eat meat too."
The second uncle, Liu Haizhong, also sits at the Eight Immortals table when eating at home. The second uncle listens to the radio, drinks Erguotou, and eats scrambled eggs happily.
"Mom, give us some scrambled eggs. The third uncle's family has stewed chicken." Liu Guangtian looked at the second aunt pitifully and said.
"Eat eggs? What kind of eggs? You can't even make money, but you still want to eat eggs. If you want to eat eggs, you have to pay money to the family like your father." The second aunt is not used to Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu either.
"You're a worthless thing, you still want to eat eggs." The second uncle said, glaring at the two people.
The first uncle and the first aunt had dinner with the deaf old lady. They ate white flour steamed buns, millet porridge, one fried potato and one fried cabbage.
"It's okay, Lao Yan. I also ate chicken today, which can be considered a bloodletting." The old man said with emotion.
"What, we have to eat meat tomorrow!" The deaf old lady selectively couldn't hear clearly.
Ever since Silly Zhu fell in love with the widow, the deaf old lady could only point to the old man to satisfy her cravings.
"Okay, old lady, let's have a meal of meat tomorrow too."