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    These days, what to plant in the public fields and what seeds to use are all regulated and strictly assigned at all levels.  It is too difficult and too high-pitched to plant optimized seeds of unknown origin in Datian. Cao Fugui also feels that he is not noble enough to "sacrifice me alone, and make the whole society happy."  On the contrary, we can still think of ways to cover the scattered fields that are secretly contracted to households, as well as the private fields newly reclaimed by the team members.

    After enjoying the sweetness of raising the banner and wearing tiger skins, Cao Fugui turned his brains to the government's public information, thinking about going to the county town to find newspapers, listen to the radio, and see what kind of information there is.  It shouldn't be difficult for the third grandpa to buy it, and replace it with the optimized grain produced by his own refinery.

    ? Anyway, things are man-made, if you can't do it, you will be knocked down, and you can barely survive with less food production.

    Cao Fugui stopped by to visit Ersha and the old bartender in the Fengshui Temple. No matter how stupid Ersha was, he was an old bachelor in his thirties. It was really inconvenient to live in Lao Cao¡¯s house. He told Captain Shi about his family¡¯s situation.  Captain Shi arranged for someone to live with the old wine man in the Fengshui Temple, and he could also help the old man take care of the cattle and horses in the team.

    He left some food for the two of them, talked to his grandmother, and leisurely took the team's ox cart to the county town, followed by a follower who couldn't get rid of him.

    "I said, Xiao Qiao! Why don't you go play with Baofeng Shuanzi and the others! It's rare to have a rest day."

    Cao Fugui was so depressed that he wanted to hit the wall. Since the last time the Sun family had a quarrel and picked up the second idiot, Xiao Qiao became more and more clingy. Apart from helping to go to "Baotian" to work, he followed behind him all the time  Wandering around, serving tea and water, fanning the wind to drive away mosquitoes, as if he was the little follower of the landlord's young master in the past.

    Although Cao Fugui made him wait comfortably, it was sticky like a dog skin plaster. He had to squat outside the door and silently pass the toilet paper in the last latrine, which was too much for him!

    After finally waiting for the elementary school to start, he took off the plaster of Xiao Qiao, and he took it easy for two days, and in a blink of an eye on the rest day, this little brat was stuck on his butt again.

    "Childish." Xiao Qiao glanced sideways at Brother Fugui, and concluded his statement.

    After studying in the school these days, the words popping out of the boy's mouth are all bookish from the teacher.

    He has to help the family with housework, farming, harvesting, and taking care of Brother Fugui. Where does he find the leisure time to play water fights and slingshots with those little kids?

    The handlebar-style old Uncle Gang giggled, like a big white goose being strangled by someone.

    When they arrived at the purchase station, there was no way to take a hitch ride, so Cao Fugui took Xiao Qiao to take a shortcut and headed for the city.

    When passing the Chong'en Bridge on the outskirts of the city, I saw a few figures at the foot of the bridge discussing something furtively.  Some of them look like peasants, while others are city dwellers. They either carry bags in their hands, or carry baskets on their backs full of things. They all look panic-stricken and extremely nervous. When they see someone approaching, they immediately run away.  .

    "Brother?" Xiao Qiao followed closely beside him and saw those people.

    "It's okay, I'm doing black market business." Cao Fugui glanced and knew what these people were doing.

    When I was hanging out with Brother Dao and the others, this place was often used for undercover transactions, collecting stolen goods and shipping them, buying and selling.  Now that there is a shortage of supplies, this kind of black market will never be banned, but it has become more and more popular. Not only the gangsters, but even the mountain farmers secretly come out to sell their own products.

    Thinking of the granary full of grain in my refining hut, there is no shortage of food, but other things in the house are missing, not even a piece of unpatched clothes.  Collecting raw materials and using a treasure furnace can produce a lot of good things, but if you wear a pair of pants, you have to use jade aura to refine them. What is the cost?

    When I want to buy things, I used to only need food stamps for food, and households originally bought them. Now, even things seem to require tickets. People in the city can¡¯t save tickets for a suit of clothes in a year, and people in the country don¡¯t even need to think about having enough tickets for cloth.  clothes.

    ? Seeing the crowds of people in the black market, Cao Fugui's heart moved. It is a way to come here to exchange things. Now there is a shortage of food and clothing. Food is very valuable, and no one will want it.

    Currently, it is not easy to find the way of the black market with Xiao Qiao. Cao Fugui stared at the figure at the shadow of the foot of the bridge.

    "Fatty Huang! Look there! Yes, it's Cao Fugui!"

    A few people hiding at the foot of the bridge saw the familiar figure hurrying past, squinted their eyes and looked around for a long time, then suddenly shouted.

    "Take it lightly! You want to die! If you want to be caught by the police, go to Qinghai to wash sand and eat!"

    Huang Pang was so frightened that his face turned green with fright, he jumped up, and slapped the big "hozen" with a few slaps.At home, the supplies are tight, and the chefs and waiters have more shelves than the customers, and there is not much room for people to choose.

    The dishes and meals on the menu are even more pitiful, there are only a few meat dishes, and the lowest price is "braised pig's trotters", which is extremely expensive, and it costs 80 cents!  You must know that steamed buns are only 20 cents a catty nowadays, of course, whether you can buy them or not is another matter.

    Cao Fugui gasped when he saw it, it was dark, it was so dark!  Burning a wild boar in the refining hut doesn't take two grids of spiritual energy. If jade is exchanged for the price of grain, and then exchanged for money he felt dizzy before his eyes, and the numbers became numb, cough!  In any case, it must be much cheaper than this state-run store, not to mention the taste, it is definitely ten million times better than this black store!

    Just agreed to bring the little boy to the store for a big meal, this

    Xiao Qiao suddenly raised her head, and whispered: "Brother, I like the meat cooked by Nong. Where can the master cook it deliciously? Let's go home and eat!"

    Brother Fugui was caught off guard by this honest flattery, and he laughed so hard that his eyes almost turned into crescent moons, and he whispered in his ear: "You know what to do. In this way, let's eat some pasta casually, and I will cook it for you when we get home.  of."

    Xiao Qiao grinned and nodded repeatedly.

    Seeing these two country bumpkins sitting at the table muttering to each other, they looked pretty decent. After watching for a long time before ordering a bowl of Yangchun noodles, the waiter turned black with anger, flicked his braids, and shouted at the back kitchen:  "Yangchun noodles, a bowl!"

    Lack of oil and noodles, Yangchun noodles with only a few chopped scallions cost 70% of a bowl.

    Although Cao Fugui's skin is fair, his thickness has been tested for a long time. He rubbed two pairs of chopsticks on his trousers and shared with Xiao Qiao.  Greeting Xiao Qiao: "Come on, eat it quickly, the taste is a bit far off, and it can fill your belly. Please don't eat it again, I will eat it all."

    He reached out his hand and quietly fished it in his pocket, took out a few pieces of jerky, stuffed it into the boy's hand, and began to eat noodles with his head buried in his mouth.

    Xiao Qiao took a steady look at his devouring appearance, quickly picked up a chopsticks of noodles from the bowl and put it in his mouth, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

    Leading Xiao Qiao for a quick stroll around the somewhat deserted streets, but seeing nothing good, Cao Fugui took the little boy back to his aunt's house for the night, and only set off home the next day.

    Because he wanted to see the black market again, he got up early and took Xiao Qiao across the Chong'en Bridge again. Before he could stand still and find a place to observe quietly, a few people suddenly appeared on the side of the road.

    "Cao Bailian! Nong is really cunning and cunning! It's so insidious that I tricked Allah into feeding mosquitoes for a long time!" Hozen shouted angrily, pointing at Cao Fugui's white, tender, and upturned nose and cursed.

    "Your mother, talk nonsense again, talk nonsense again!"

    Huang Pang's face was dark, and he slapped the hozen on the back of the head with his slap, fanning him aside, he snorted coldly, walked up to Cao Fugui step by step, and said leisurely, "Tsk tsk! Fugui! I'm looking for you!"  Lennon is really troublesome. Now that the rusty knife is finished, Liudan has gone to Qinghai to eat sand, must Lennon have some knowledge? Do you know what brother means!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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