Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

late at night.

Wang Feng opened his eyes and saw Qin Jingru and Lu Banxia sleeping soundly. He gently lifted the covers and quietly got out of bed.

The moment Wang Feng got up, Qin Jingru opened her eyes. When she saw it was Wang Feng, she pulled up the covers and went back to sleep on her side.

Lu Banxia, ​​who was sleeping by the bed, was not woken up by Wang Feng and was sleeping soundly.

Wang Feng went to the living room, took out a coarse linen robe from his spatial storage and changed into it, then took out a hood and put it on. He opened the door and went out.

He hadn't been to the black market for a while, and he planned to go there to check out the current prices.

After all, as a purchasing agent, it is very necessary for him to understand the market price trends. Besides, he also wanted to see how many old-fashioned people were selling off their old items.

Now that Lou Bancheng is imprisoned, he can no longer help him, and he can only rely on himself to acquire the old items.

After climbing over the wall, Wang Feng took out his bicycle and rode towards the black market closest to Nanluoguxiang.

Riding on his bicycle, Wang Feng sighed inwardly. It was too troublesome to do all these little things himself.

The main problem is that he doesn't have anyone he can rely on. He doesn't trust outsiders, and he's worried that they might betray him for personal gain, or that the people he hires might be incompetent and get arrested, and then implicate him.

The things he has to do are too big; he can't even fully trust the MCA (Malaysian Chinese Association), since human nature is hard to withstand the test.

If only there were some kind of poison like in martial arts novels, that could control someone's life and death, then there would be no fear of being betrayed.

If all else fails, he's got nothing better to do anyway, so he's even planning to learn traditional Chinese medicine. He's a very quick learner, and as long as he has a mentor to guide him through the basics, he can learn the rest by reading books.

If his medical skills improve, he might even be able to develop a poison that can control others.

Putting aside some unrealistic ideas in his mind, Wang Feng headed straight for the black market.

Along the way, he met all sorts of people. Some wore face masks, others wore hoods, many carried sacks full of grain, while others returned empty-handed.

After riding his bike for less than ten minutes, Wang Feng arrived near the black market.

He arrived at a secluded alley, stored his bicycle in his spatial storage, and thus reached the entrance to the black market.

As soon as Wang Feng arrived at the entrance to the black market, he was stopped by two young men wearing masks.

"Buy or sell?"

"purchase."

"One cent."

Wang Feng nodded, took out a dime from his pocket and handed it over, and the two young men let him in.

Upon entering the black market, one finds a large number of people coming and going, but everyone tacitly refrains from making a loud noise.

Wang Feng arrived at the cornmeal stall, where there was already a line of more than a dozen people waiting to buy cornmeal. He didn't join the line, but simply asked about the price and left.

Upon learning that the price of cornmeal had risen to 1.5 yuan per kilogram, he shook his head speechlessly.

The price of corn noodles has already risen this much after only a 20% reduction in rations. If the rations are reduced a third time, the price of corn noodles will skyrocket.

Wang Feng was strolling around the black market when he came across a pork stall. There were five or six people buying pork at the stall.

He walked up to the pork stall, looked at the burly man wearing a mask and selling pork, and asked, "Brother, how much is this pork?"

The burly man weighed pork for others without even glancing at Wang Feng, and said directly, "Pork belly is seven yuan and eighty yuan per jin, lean meat is five yuan, and ribs are two pieces."

Upon hearing the astonishing price, Wang Feng's lips twitched, and he left immediately.

Meat these days is an absolute luxury, something that ordinary people simply can't afford.

Let alone the fact that the average person's salary is only twenty or thirty yuan a month, even an eighth-level fitter like Yi Zhonghai, who earns 99 yuan a month and can get more than 100 yuan with various subsidies, still can't afford such expensive meat.

Wang Feng estimated that most of those who could still afford to buy meat were either old-fashioned people or capitalists; workers wouldn't have that much money to buy meat.

After browsing the black market, Wang Feng had a basic understanding of current prices.

He also saw many stalls selling old items on the black market, but he had no intention of buying them.

These old items are still quite expensive, and he knows nothing about them. He'd rather wait until the situation gets worse and the old items become dirt cheap, then he can just buy them blindly, even if he gets some fakes.

Wang Feng didn't buy anything; he just strolled around the black market, checked out the prices, and then left.

After cycling back to courtyard number 95, Wang Feng climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard.

Back in the room, he checked the time and saw it was only three in the morning. He took off his clothes and hood, lifted the covers, and quietly climbed into bed. He hugged Qin Jingru's teddy bear and fell into a deep sleep.

Qin Jingru had already been woken up by Wang Feng. She felt very sweet when she saw that Wang Feng was holding her while she slept, instead of holding Lu Banxia.

After all, she was Wang Feng's legal wife. Most men are fickle and easily bored, but Wang Feng still liked her as always, so she was naturally happy.

Don't underestimate these small details; from them, she could sense that Wang Feng's affection for her had never changed.

She didn't open her eyes or make any noise, just pretending to be fast asleep.

......

The next day, early in the morning.

As usual, Qin Jingru got up early to make breakfast.

Lu Banxia has to go to work at eight o'clock every day, and she has to prepare breakfast before seven-thirty.

After Lu Banxia finished breakfast, it was about 7:40, just in time to ride her bicycle to the factory.

After serving the chicken noodle soup, Qin Jingru called out to Wang Feng and Lu Banxia, ​​"Brother Wang Feng, Banxia, ​​come and have breakfast!"

"Here you are."

Lu Banxia agreed, put away her toiletries, sat down, and began to eat noodles in large mouthfuls.

After all, she now belongs entirely to Wang Feng and has basically integrated into the Wang family, so there's no need to be polite.

Now, her happiest moments are eating Qin Jingru's cooking and going to bed at night.

Wang Feng's methods were incredibly varied, some even making her feel extremely ashamed, yet she genuinely felt very comfortable, experiencing a kind of ecstasy that she loved.

Having lived and eaten with Wang Feng and Qin Jingru for so long, she gradually became less shy, and she felt very comfortable with this kind of life.

After finishing breakfast, Lu Banxia rode her bicycle to work.

Wang Feng and Qin Jingru were drinking tea at home. When it got to a little after nine o'clock, Qin Jingru went to the steel rolling mill, and then he locked the door and went to No. 28 courtyard.