Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

After dinner, Wang Feng and Qin Jingru took a shower together, and it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

Wang Feng was aroused by Qin Jingru's teasing in the bathtub, and as soon as they left the bathroom, he dragged Qin Jingru to the bed.

Recently, Qin Jingru may also be eager to get pregnant, as she often teases him, insisting on having sex at least once a day. Sometimes, if she wakes up early in the morning, she will drag him out for a morning workout.

Fortunately, Wang Feng has an extremely strong physique; otherwise, Qin Jingru alone would have squeezed him dry.

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Two o'clock in the morning.

Wang Feng opened his eyes and saw that Qin Jingru was sleeping soundly. He got up quietly, went to the living room, put on a coarse linen coat, took out a hood and put it on, then opened the door and went out.

Upon activating his spiritual sense and finding no one outside the courtyard, Wang Feng leaped over the wall.

He took out a bicycle from his spatial storage and rode it towards the nearby black market.

He hadn't been to the black market for a while, and it was time to check out the market and see how many people were selling old items.

Along the way, Wang Feng saw many different kinds of people. Most of them were masked, and they were probably going to the black market or had just returned from it.

It took Wang Feng about five or six minutes to ride his bike to the nearest black market in Nanluoguxiang. Instead of going directly into the black market, he went to a secluded alley.

After storing the bicycle in his spatial storage, Wang Feng headed to the black market.

As soon as Wang Feng arrived at the entrance to the black market, two masked youths stopped him.

"Buy or sell?"

"purchase."

"One cent."

Wang Feng knew the rules of the black market, so he took out a dime from his pocket, handed it over, and entered the black market.

The black market is much busier now than before, with a constant stream of people coming and going.

There were stalls selling cornmeal, wheat flour, chicken and duck, and two stalls selling pork.

The stalls selling cornmeal were doing the best business. Several cornmeal stalls were almost full, and a group of old men were still hesitant because the price of cornmeal was too high.

How much does cornmeal cost per pound?

As the stall owner weighed the items for someone, he said, "Five cents."

After the stall owner finished speaking, he didn't care whether others wanted it or not. He wouldn't sell it for less than that price. There was a shortage of food, so he wasn't worried about not being able to sell it. Maybe it would even be more expensive in a while.

"Why has the price gone up again? Wasn't it 45 cents a couple of days ago?" an old man said with a grim expression.

When Wang Feng heard that cornmeal now cost 50 cents a pound, he sighed inwardly.

The ration has only been reduced by 10%, but the price of grain on the black market has already increased several times. Who knows how high the price will be next year?

He sighed, but he wasn't going to show any kindness. He couldn't help with this kind of thing, and even if he could, he wouldn't.

Now, if even one person in the family doesn't have a fixed allowance, the twenty-odd yuan they earn from working probably isn't even enough to buy cornmeal.

Wang Feng went to the pork stall and asked about the price. Pork was 3.8 yuan per jin (500g), and that was for lean meat. If it was pork belly, it would cost 4.5 yuan per jin.

After browsing the black market, Wang Feng got a general idea of ​​the prices. Now, anything edible was generally several times more expensive than before.

There are some old items being sold on the black market, but not many, only a little more than last year, and the items don't look very good.

I reckon those old-fashioned people haven't reached the end of their rope yet, and they're still reluctant to part with their good stuff.

After searching the entire black market, Wang Feng still couldn't find what he wanted. He couldn't understand the old items, and he had no intention of buying them at the moment. It was more cost-effective to collect old items from capitalists like Lou Bancheng.

He had only come to the black market to learn about the current prices and hadn't gained anything, so he prepared to leave.

After leaving the black market, Wang Feng went to a secluded alley, took out his bicycle, and headed towards No. 95 courtyard.

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang."

Just as he returned to the main street of Nanluoguxiang, a series of gunshots suddenly rang out, and Wang Feng instantly became alert.

He scanned the surroundings with his spiritual sense, but found no one who could be suspected of being an enemy agent. The gunshots came from ahead, so it was clear that the joint defense team or the police were arresting enemy agents, and they were more than 60 meters away from him, which was why he couldn't detect them.

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang."

Gunshots rang out continuously, indicating that a firefight had broken out. Wang Feng didn't want to get involved, so he turned a corner on his bicycle and took a shortcut back to No. 95 Courtyard.

Just after he had ridden his bike for about thirty meters, Wang Feng sensed that three masked people were running toward him in terror.

Wang Feng was taken aback. Judging from their attire, he knew that these people must have just come from the black market. They were probably not enemy agents, as they didn't even have a dagger in their hands, except for a small bag of cornmeal.

One of the middle-aged men ran frantically towards him, shouting, "Run! Enemy agents are killing people!"

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang."

As soon as he finished speaking, several gunshots rang out in succession. Before the three men could even reach him, they fell straight down.

Seeing several people who had only gone to the black market to buy cornbread collapse before his very eyes, and especially since the middle-aged man had just reminded him of this, Wang Feng was instantly enraged.

Wang Feng originally didn't want to get involved in such matters, but the key issue was that these enemy agents were simply too despicable. He wouldn't interfere if they fought to the death with the police or the joint defense team, because that was the police's duty. But these ordinary people hadn't provoked them; they just happened to run into them and were killed like this. These enemy agents were simply inhuman.

Soon, six figures appeared in Wang Feng's spiritual sense, each holding a gun and running towards him. The last two would occasionally fire a couple of shots behind them.

Wang Feng used his spiritual sense to examine the six people. None of them were wearing hoods or masks, so it was likely that someone on the street had seen their true faces, which was why they wanted to kill them to silence them.

Just as he was sizing up the six men, two enemies suddenly raised their hands and fired two shots at him.

"Bang bang".

Wang Feng's spiritual sense had already seen them firing at him. He didn't even try to dodge; two bullets hit his right chest and abdomen respectively.

He only felt a slight stinging sensation and his clothes had two holes torn, but that was all.

"You're all courting death!"

Enraged, Wang Feng took out a gun from his spatial storage and aimed it at one of the enemy agents.

"Bang."

One of the enemy agents was shot between the eyebrows and fell straight down without even letting out a scream.

Wang Feng's marksmanship was both fast and accurate. If it weren't for the possibility of police officers behind them, he would have torn these enemy agents to pieces.