The World: Tu Ziqiang's Counterattack

Before dawn, Tu Ziqiang went out with ten meat tickets and four cloth tickets.

Not worried about sales, but this amount is just the amount that ordinary people can save in this era.

Selling tickets that you have worked so hard to save and reselling tickets are completely two in nature.

In case of being caught, there is an excuse to gain sympathy.

Old cotton shoes, leggings cotton trousers, ripped cotton jacket, and a grain bag with ten catties of corn flour in it on the shoulder.

The tattered felt hat and the big scarf covered her tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

Tu Ziqiang perfectly portrayed an old farmer who went to the city to secretly sell grain.

Humans are always sympathetic to the weak, and pickets are no exception.

Rather than chasing after an old farmer who sells ten catties of grain, it is better to chase those scalpers.

One is that the higher the value of the case, the better for meritorious service, and the other is that the life of the peasants is too hard, so it is better to open one eye and close one's eyes and do good deeds.

At the street corner, Gong Wei frowned and looked at Tu Ziqiang who was walking away.

Leaning slightly, his brows gradually relaxed, and the corners of his mouth were pursed into a smile.

The prediction was good in advance, and he had done enough homework and prepared for the worst, but Tu Ziqiang still felt weak when things came to an end.

The closer he was to the black market, the harder his heart beat, feeling dry mouth and sudden urgency to urinate.

There's a lot of excrement and urine on the lazy donkey!

Tu Ziqiang stomped his feet fiercely and cursed himself secretly.

There are many people in the black market, walking around like ghosts, most of them have the appearance of Tu Ziqiang.

Those who carry grain bags are those who sell grain, those who carry baskets are those who sell eggs, and those who carry military bags are those who sell tickets...

Sheng Huangzi, when the pickets come, they will give priority to you!

Tu Ziqiang thought to himself while looking at the army, and suddenly felt a sense of superiority that the old bird sees the new.

He collected himself and walked over to a man wearing glasses.

This is the target customer!

"I don't want food..." Tu Ziqiang frowned and was about to walk away after looking around.

"Do you want a ticket?" Tu Ziqiang grabbed the four pockets and stretched out his hand to open the front of his old cotton jacket, revealing his pink fleshy ticket.While talking in a low voice, he still didn't forget to look around, just like the people from Nanjiang who sold fake mobile phones on the street in his previous life.

"How much? How do you sell it?" Sidou's eyes lit up, staring at the pink, his Adam's apple wriggled uncontrollably.

"There are ten tickets, one for twenty cents..." Tu Ziqiang quoted in a low voice, "There are four more cloth tickets, one for three cents."

"It's expensive!" The four pockets are very knowledgeable, they just say it's expensive, but they don't counter the price, "It's too expensive!"

"If you want it all, you can get it for three yuan..." Tu Ziqiang made a very jerky bid, and it was ten cents cheaper when he opened his mouth.

"I don't want cloth tickets," the four pockets had a distinct smile on their lips, "Everyone's meat tickets are ten cents..."

Tu Ziqiang closed his shirt, turned his head and left, Yimao?What do you want to eat?

"Wait..." Four pockets held Tu Ziqiang to bid, "Fifteen cents! I want them all!"

"[-] cents, I might as well eat it myself, it's the Chinese New Year now..." Tu Ziqiang swallowed, even with four pockets.

"Twenty cents is too expensive..." Four pockets hesitated.

"I can take you a fabric ticket at most," Tu Ziqiang hesitated, and continued to emphasize, "You see that your fake collar is worn out, so let's make a new one after the Chinese New Year."

"Then how much will it cost if I pay all the cloth tickets?" The four pockets obviously hesitated.

"Then I'll give you another [-] cents cheaper, and I'll take all three yuan away..." Tu Ziqiang said with a simple and honest look.

"Okay!" The four pockets gritted their teeth fiercely, and Tu Ziqiang heard the crackling sound.

The money and the goods were settled, the four pockets trotted all the way and disappeared, and Tu Ziqiang was foolishly happy with a dime.

It's not difficult...

"Want a pen? Ten catties of corn noodles..."

The voice was a little familiar, Tu Ziqiang turned his head and saw a pair of familiar plastic glasses and a slender white hand holding a small bundle of oil paint brushes.

Old cotton shoes!

"Five catties is fine..." The old cotton shoes licked their lips and took the initiative to lower the price.

Tu Ziqiang was overjoyed, it was a miracle that he didn't starve to death after selling things like this.

"It's you?" Tu Ziqiang pulled down his big scarf, and the old cotton shoes stared round.

"Five catties, do you want to change it?" Yuanyuan's eyes were still blue, and the oil paintbrush was stretched out stubbornly.

Tu Ziqiang stretched out his hand and pushed back the hand holding the oil paintbrush, his round eyes dimmed a bit.

The grain bag was placed on the shoulders of the old cotton shoes.

"This is ten catties, and you still need ten catties to send you home..."

The old cotton shoes were stunned, and there was a trace of dampness behind the plastic frame.

A hand suddenly grabbed Tu Ziqiang's arm, and the two of them trembled in fright.

"You are dishonest!"

Four go back and forth.

"What?" Tu Ziqiang heaved a long breath, it's better not to be a picket.

"It's agreed that two yuan and ten meat tickets will be used for one cloth ticket, and two yuan plus three cents and three cloth tickets will be two yuan and nine!" "You said that if it's ten cents cheaper, then it should be two yuan and eight!"

"Me!" Tu Ziqiang was very helpless, "Blindfolded, blindfolded, then I'll pay you back..."

"Hmph, want to deceive me? Hurry up and get the money!" Four pockets were very proud.

Swish, the snowy headlights illuminate the bright and sunny sky.

"Stop! Don't move!"

A group of pickets ran over happily...

"Drill the alley, run!"

The old cotton shoes limped away with the bag on their shoulders, and the four pockets were still in a daze.

"Run! Go into the alley, I'll stop them..." Tu Ziqiang urged in a low voice.

"Hey, okay, thank you..." The four pockets finally came to their senses, and they didn't even need [-] cents, and stumbled into the small alley.

"Comrade, what's the matter?"

The tickets were sold out, and the food was given to the old cotton shoes. Tu Ziqiang walked over to the pickets with a calm face.

The body of the big truck was full of speculators. Of course, the old cotton shoes were not spared, and Tu Ziqiang squatted beside him with his arms folded.

"My name is Tu Ziqiang, what's your name?" Tu Ziqiang asked in a low voice.

"Ah?" Old Mian Xie waited for Yuanyuan's eyes to be stunned, now is the time to make friends?

"After a while you said that I was delivering food to you, and I couldn't find your home, so we made an appointment to meet here." Tu Ziqiang whispered, "What's your name?"

"Ah, ah?" The old cotton shoe's complexion tightened, and then he muttered in a low voice, "Yin Bozhai."

"When I asked you about the pen, you said you were sorry to take food for nothing, and you prepared a gift for me..." Tu Ziqiang sighed inwardly, and continued to urge, "Just say you are my father's friend."

"But I am, I am..." Yin Bozhai muttered.

"Then say I'm your child's friend..." Tu Ziqiang said that it was true.

"It's been two years since my daughter passed away..." Yin Bozhai's eyes darkened, "Let's say she was a friend of my granddaughter, her name is Yin Xiu."

"Uh, can the age match?" Tu Ziqiang asked heartily, how old is your granddaughter?I can't be a kid's friend when I'm young, can I?

"She's eighteen." Yin Bozhai's eyes lit up, "Let's just say that you both like traditional Chinese painting, you are the same!"

"Chinese painting? Me?" Tu Ziqiang looked at his mallet-like fingers.

Zi... The big truck braked and arrived at the place.

"Let's put it this way..." Tu Ziqiang reluctantly completed the collusion, and the pickets had already arrived to detain him.