Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1379: Bittersweet Memories 4

Chapter 1379: Chapter 1379: Bittersweet Memories 4

She often frequented the black market, priding herself on being able to gauge the situations of the people there.

Many people who couldn’t afford meals would come to the black market to buy overpriced grains in order to survive, but there were also some well-off people who, because they weren’t short on cash, would buy overpriced grains or foodstuffs.

Look at these elders, they all seem to be the latter kind, not emaciated with sallow skin, but rather with a certain luster.

Feng Qingxue wasn’t short on cash and didn’t want to risk dealing with several people at once.

Hearing her say this, the elders clicked their tongues and walked away, one of them muttering before leaving, "If I had known it was a rush for goods, I wouldn’t have wasted my time. Now, with such a scramble, there’s not enough to go around."

Feng Qingxue made a few rounds and, encountering few people, did not close a single deal.

Just as she was about to leave for another black market or maybe to check out the second-hand market, she indeed had left the area of the black market when she was stopped by an old woman who whispered, "Sister, do you have any grain for sale?"

Feng Qingxue saw her sallow skin and listless appearance, sighed softly, "Come with me."

The old woman was overjoyed and immediately followed her.

Feng Qingxue found a secluded place, "I only have a few jin of fine and coarse grains, how much do you want?"

"Just give me a few jin of coarse grain, I only have two yuan," the old woman said somewhat embarrassingly in a low voice, "I came from the countryside. The harvest wasn’t good this year. I only got ten jin of wheat, which I’ve all changed into coarse grain. With the New Year’s Eve approaching, there’s only a little more than one jin of dried sweet potatoes at home. We’ll run out in a day or two, and I can’t let my grandchildren go hungry during the New Year, can I? It’s not the time to borrow grain right before the New Year."

Feng Qingxue scooped out a bag of mixed flour, which was a blend of cornmeal, buckwheat flour, dried sweet potato flour, and sorghum flour, roughly around ten jin, and stuffed it into the old woman’s hands before turning to leave, quickening her pace as the old woman called out behind her.

She couldn’t help everyone, but she thought she might as well help one if she encountered one; otherwise, she couldn’t be at ease.

The old woman, holding the bag of flour, tears in her eyes, said, "Good person, a good person, I’ve met another good person."

She hadn’t made a sale, but had given away a bag of coarse grain. Feng Qingxue tapped her head and hurried to the next black market, where she successfully completed several transactions in a row.

With the New Year approaching, prices were higher than usual, fine grains could sell for a whole yuan per jin, and coarse grains for half a yuan.

Although Feng Qingxue was extravagant with money and her savings were diminishing day by day, she truly wasn’t short on cash, but still dealt seriously with people, particularly those who obviously lacked clothing and food.

After selling grains for thirty or forty yuan, she only encountered one down-and-out capitalist selling jewelry.

Based on his asking price, Feng Qingxue used thirty jin of cornmeal and ten jin of flour to settle the deal for the jewelry he had brought.

For Feng Qingxue, this was the biggest gain of the day.

Having made a good haul at the second-hand market, Feng Qingxue came across a limping countrywoman begging along the street, but life was hard for everyone else, so who could help her?

Only a middle-aged woman sighed, handing her a coarse steamed bun.

"Thank you, thank you, Auntie, you are a really good person, and you will surely receive good fortune for this," the woman immediately knelt down and kowtowed, then sat down on the ground, not minding her filthy hands, tore off a piece of the steamed bun, and began to wolf it down voraciously, fearing the middle-aged woman might change her mind, or someone else would snatch it away.