The Peasant Wife Has a Space

I was thinking of asking my colleagues to help me buy some medicine, but the other female colleagues in the dormitory simply ignored her, so how could they help her buy medicine.

In the eyes of these female colleagues, Fang Yue deserves it like this.

It was obviously freezing in the winter, and I knew that I might catch a cold, but I still insisted on wearing Bragi, just to be able to stand out.

Well now, the limelight is out, and the end of the cold, such a person has nothing to sympathize with.

No one of the female colleagues helped her, and the male colleagues also declined one by one and said that there was something wrong. Fang Yue had to drag her seriously ill body and go out to see if she could find a pharmacy to buy some cold medicine.

Zhao Xiulan went to trade with Song Jiang another batch of goods.

In more than two months, it will be New Year's Eve, and now that the New Year is coming, these precious grains are even more in short supply.

Zhao Xiulan poured out 100 catties of rice, 100 catties of white noodles, 100 catties of dried noodles, 20 catties of bacon, 100 eggs, and some air-dried pickled goods.

In addition, Zhao Xiulan also shot some of the fruits, cans, and liquor in the space.

In total, these things were sold for several thousand yuan, plus the money from Song Jiang before, Zhao Xiulan had about five or six thousand yuan in his hands.

This amount of money is already a huge sum of money in this era, and it is simply astronomical for ordinary people.

The cooperation with Song Jiang has been very pleasant these times. Song Jiang did not delay in giving money, nor did he do anything wrong. There was no problem in the whole transaction process.

Zhao Xiulan felt that she had too many concerns before. This Song Jiang was really not a bad person, at least he didn't do anything bad to her.

After Zhao Xiulan delivered the supplies to Song Jiang, she arrived at the black market not long after she left Song Jiang's place.

There are quite a few people here looking for deals.

Zhao Xiulan didn't plan to do any more transactions, but seeing an old lady with a sad and pitiful face, she asked around to see if there was anything good to sell.

After seeing Zhao Xiulan, seeing that Zhao Xiulan was well-dressed, she leaned forward and asked in a low voice, "Daughter, do you have any food to sell? The price is negotiable!

My son broke his leg and I need to get him something nice to fix! Hey, I've been asking for several days, but I haven't bought anything good yet! "

As the old lady spoke, her eyes were even more red. If this continued, I really don't know what to do!

She had heard that "Third Master" sells good things in his hands, but those good things of "Third Master" are sold to rich people!

Before anything was sold, it was bought by the rich!

They are ordinary people who have neither money nor access to the "third master". If they want to buy those good things, they can only try their luck on the black market.

Zhao Xiulan looked at this old lady really pitiful, mother's love may be the greatest and most selfless love in the world!

Although she didn't want to do any more transactions, Zhao Xiulan still decided to sell something to the old lady, "I have ten eggs, two pounds of pork ribs, and five pounds of white noodles. Do you want it?"

When the old lady heard that Zhao Xiulan had these good things, she didn't even ask the price, she nodded quickly and replied, "If you want it, of course you want it! Daughter, sell it to me! The price will not treat you badly. "

Zhao Xiulan quoted the price, "Eggs are 60 cents a pound, ribs are 10 yuan a catty, and white noodles are 5 yuan a catty, no tickets are required!"

At this price, Zhao Xiulan has lowered it a bit, otherwise in the northwest side, such a price cannot buy these good things.

As soon as the old lady heard it, she knew that the price quoted by Zhao Xiulan was cheap, and only felt that God was favoring her.