Going back to 70 years from grazing

Xu Lingjun was carrying a basket containing twenty catties of rice.

This rice can be regarded as his trade.

He was going to check the market first, and if the gold was not easy to sell, he could exchange it for something.

Walking to the grove, a person suddenly walked out from the side.

Fortunately, Xu Lingjun was prepared in his heart, otherwise, with his skill, he would have done it directly.

"Pay!"

The man looked at the basket in Xu Lingjun's hand and didn't check it, so he just gave him the "ticket" money.

Xu Lingjun didn't know how much money he got in, but he didn't say anything.

He directly took out fifty cents from his body and handed it to the man.

Thinking about it, the fifty cents must be a surplus.

He also wanted to paralyze the other party in this way, and wanted the other party to think that he was a veteran.

There is no way, Xu Lingjun is used to being cautious, afraid of being fooled by someone as a noob.

In fact, Xu Lingjun was overwhelmed.

It's midnight now, and the people who come here will more or less cover it up.

Who cares whether you are a veteran or a novice, people in this era are still very honest.

The other party didn't speak, and counted a few ten-cent bills and handed them to him, indicating that he could go in.

It's okay, the other party charged a dime, which should be the so-called "protection fee".

Xu Lingjun stuffed it into his pocket casually and went in.

This made him feel like he went to the black video hall to watch study materials.

Xu Lingjun first turned around and looked at the specific situation.

The situation in the ghost city is completely different from what he imagined!

According to his thinking, this ghost market must be similar to the rural fairs of later generations!

But in fact, there are not many stalls at all, and there are not many people shopping.

Counting it all, it is estimated that there are only fifty or sixty people, and most of them are still bartering.

Those gold bars of his are definitely useless, and no one will exchange them with him if the amount is too large.

After turning around, he didn't dare to take it out.

There are not many people who buy things with money, and gold bars, which are difficult to realize and have high value, are even more difficult to sell.

If this thing reaches the ghost market in a big city, there will still be some markets.

But such a small place is really hard to sell.

On the contrary, the rice in his basket was very popular, and many people wanted to exchange it with him.

Some people even offered high prices to buy some.

How could Xu Lingjun be willing!

This rice is grown with the energy of jade.

A piece of jade worth at least tens of millions of later generations can grow a thousand catties of rice.

Converted to 1 yuan per catty, can he not feel distressed?

Of course, his algorithm is simply unreasonable.

Using this concept of future generations to count the things of the present can be counted!

If you say that this rice can save lives, then it is not a priceless treasure?

In the end, Xu Lingjun exchanged the rice for ten baby chickens, and the price was not less than one catty for one.

He thought about raising two or three for the family first, and finding space to raise the rest.

At this time, there is also a saying about private chicken raising.

It can be raised, but not too much.

Under normal circumstances, there are only two or three, but it is not acceptable to have more.

In this day and age, chickens are good treasures.

Especially laying hens, which are affectionately called "chicken butt" banks.

This is the main source of income for small items such as needles and threads in rural areas.

In the transactions he observed just now, eggs are definitely hard currency, even better than money.

With a basket of eggs, these two or three can be exchanged for a lot of things.

He directly replaced the remaining ten catties of rice with some suet.

To say that this suet is of course better than pig's.

But this prairie town needs more suet.

If you want pork suet, you have to rely on luck, and of course the price will be higher.

As for the meat that Xu Lingjun misses.

The one who sold mutton suet just now had it, but it was mutton.

He didn't see the pork. It is said that someone changed it when the market opened just now.

But after a while, people took food in exchange.

Besides, it's not a lot, it should only be about a catty.

Don't look at the fact that mutton in later generations is much more expensive than pork.

But in this era, pork is the most popular, and the price is higher than that of mutton.

Mutton is also fine, making a mutton pot is also a great delicacy.

He just quietly took out a gold ring to exchange for some mutton, but was rejected by the other party.

People just want to change things, not this.

But the other party asked him to find the only ticket exchanger in the market to try.

It is said that that person is a bit supernatural.

Xu Lingjun had noticed this guy just now, he was the only one with a flashlight in the market.

After all, both the ticket and the money need to be looked at carefully, if it is wrong, it will be troublesome.

After every negotiation, he would take a photo with a flashlight during the transaction.

Check the amount and quantity.

From the dim light of his flashlight, he could vaguely see a little bit of his appearance.

The most impressive thing is the two small mustaches on the lips.

Because that point of light could slightly illuminate half of his face.

So it seems that these two mustaches are a bit conspicuous.

"Brother, can you exchange this for this?"

Seeing that there was no one there, Xu Lingjun stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

At this time, you can't use any comrades to call you.

The comrades in the ghost city are a bit inappropriate!

Liang Hu looked at the gold ring that Xu Lingjun showed, and stared with his small eyes.

Only when he got close did Xu Lingjun see the man's face clearly.

Mouse eyes, moustache, awl face, no matter how you look at it, how wretched.

By the way, it's like a big mouse.

"This~"

The ground squirrel hesitated a little. Someone in his small market once traded gold for things.

He had seen things like "little yellow croaker", but he didn't dare to accept them.

After all, their place is just a small place, not like a big city.

Most people have never seen what this "little yellow croaker" looks like.

However, what Xu Lingjun brought over was jewelry, which looked old.

If this is changed, the profit should be quite a lot.

Besides, he was a little cautious.

At this time of year, it is not bad to stash some hard currency like this.

It can also be used in case of running that day.

"Brother, if you want to change, come with me."

"I'll find someone to show it to me, but the price will be lower."

"By the way, you can call me a chinchilla, and you don't have to be afraid, I drove this place."

The chinchilla proudly added.

Although he doesn't look very good, he is still very accurate in judging people.

Although Xu Lingjun deliberately smeared some black mud on his face.

But the squirrel knew at a glance that Xu Lingjun was not an easy person.

The temperament of this cultural person must not be hidden.

The key point is that the ground squirrel thinks that this person can't just have a gold ring, and he should have more.

"Hello Brother Mouse, let's go then."

Xu Lingjun didn't frown either, he is now practicing Qi training, and his body is absolutely in good shape.

If it really doesn't work, you can still enter the space.

Others can't see his appearance clearly because of this black light and ignorance, so whoever comes out will know who afterward.

Maybe when he suddenly disappears, it can scare these people to death.