A dark-faced man next to him looked over with a smile, holding a bag of two-faced steamed buns in his hand.
The corners of Tong Ziyao's mouth twitched: "Okay, big brother."
The aroma became stronger and stronger, and Tong Ziyao was so busy that she never dreamed that someone would buy the fried meat sprouts.
A portion is not a pound, but only half a pound. Some people find it expensive, while others eat it with relish.
Within an hour, Tong Ziyao had only one mung bean sprout left in her basket.
"Little comrade, do you still have the bean sprouts?" Tietou ran over with a huff and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"And a side of mung bean sprouts."
"Brother wants it." Tietou laughed and took out the money, "Do you still have it at home?"
"Yes. How much does it cost, brother?"
"One hundred pounds."
"Okay! After frying this portion, I'll go home and get it." Tong Ziyao raised her sore arm and continued working.
The bean sprouts were fried, and he carried the bamboo basket and told Tietou to wait for him for half an hour.
Tietou waved his hand, not caring about talking, and just slurped down the bean sprouts on the plate with a few steamed buns.
The little brother just brought back a portion, but it was snatched away by those bastards. He smelled the aroma of the food but didn't even lick the soup. He was so angry.
Grandma has legs.
Half an hour later, Tong Ziyao returned and gave Tietou the bean sprouts and the basket on his back. It cost eight yuan for one hundred catties and fifty cents for the backpack.
Tong Ziyao held a freshly baked twenty-eight and a half yuan in her arms, cut a piece of meat, and turned around to go to another, larger black market.
After turning around, it was already afternoon. Ten thousand kilograms of rice, five thousand kilograms of corn flour, two thousand kilograms of sorghum flour, three hundred kilograms of apples, and two hundred kilograms of grapes were sold. They were all the first batch produced by the space. Got something, but even so it's still in demand.
In the blink of an eye, Tong Ziyao was still half way from being a household worth ten thousand yuan. She felt happy, gnawing an apple in her mouth, and walked towards the station.
Suddenly, Tong Ziyao stood still, and a familiar figure came into view. Who else could he be if he wasn't an old man?
Ye Xiangdong hurriedly walked among the crowd, not noticing that he was being followed.
Tong Ziyao followed the old man easily with light steps. She wore a veil and gnawed an apple while thinking about the old man's purpose in coming to the county town.
Ye Xiangdong felt aggrieved, being entangled by Liu Xinrou, and his whole body was dirty.
This morning I heard that Liu Xinrou was fooling around with other men in the guest house. The other people in the guest house saw a good show, but they were still angry.
Can anyone get his hands on Ye Xiangdong?
Ye Xiangdong's comrades were out and unable to provide help, so they had to go to Mr. Wu, the black market boss with whom he had a close relationship.
Mr. Wu is an old man in his fifties. He has the aura of a superior. He is usually cheerful. If he is thrown into a pile of people, no one will believe that he is the boss of the black market in Qinglong County. Both black markets are under his control. middle.
Ye Xiangdong turned three times and two times, turned into a dead end, stood at the gate, stood still, knocked on the door rhythmically.
Tong Ziyao curled her lips, stepped into the space, and followed Ye Xiangdong to the door.
I made two sales today. The moment I made the money, my space was upgraded. I can become invisible for an hour every day and track people.
Without thinking, Tong Ziyao turned on the time limit and followed.
"Who is it?" A young voice came from inside, Mr. Wu's closed disciple.
"It's me!" Ye Xiangdong changed his voice and showed his identity.
"Brother Dong." Xiaotong opened the door, revealing two small tiger teeth, "Come in quickly, the master is still talking about you early in the morning."
Ye Xiangdong glanced behind him and quickly entered the door.
Xiaotong closed the door cautiously: "Brother Dong, how are you doing lately? I see your hall is getting dark..."
"Xiaotong, have you memorized your homework?" Ye Xiangdong stabbed Xiaotong in the heart.
"Brother Dong, you don't love me anymore. Wuwu..." Xiaotong held her heart in her hands, "Master, who do you think is here?"
Mr. Wu put down his tea cup and looked at the door: "Dongzi..."
"Mr. Wu, are you okay?" Ye Xiangdong saluted Mr. Wu and sat on the chair.
Xiaotong jumped up and down happily, poured a cup of tea for Ye Xiangdong, blinked and lowered his voice: "Brother Dong, why don't you bring your partner?"
"Did you see it?"
"No, I figured it out, hum!" Xiaotong turned away proudly, "Master, is Brother Dong here to deliver the invitation?"
A smile flashed in Mr. Wu's eyes: "Xiaotong, please stop being rude. Bring me Master's brocade box."
"Master, do you dislike me again?" Xiaotong pouted and turned around to go out.
"Mr. Wu, could you do me a favor? I'd be very grateful." Ye Xiangdong got straight to the point and went straight to the point.
Mr. Wu's fingers were tapping on the table, tapping on Ye Xiangdong's heart.
"Dongzi, how have you considered what I said last time?"
Ye Xiangdong's face was full of embarrassment: "Mr. Wu, I have to think about it again. The procedures haven't been completed yet..."
"Yeah." Mr. Wu nodded, "What's the matter?"
"Help me check on Liu Xinrou."
"Okay!" Mr. Wu was confident. On the surface, Liu Xinrou was delicate and frail, but in fact she was acting suspiciously. Mr. Wu sent someone to check three days ago and only got the information back last night.
Half an hour later, Ye Xiangdong saw Mr. Wu's first-hand information and his hands were shaking with anger. How could they do this?
Mr. Wu didn't expect that things would turn out like this, and sighed: "Dongzi, why don't you think about it now?"
"Old Wu, I have a partner."
"You brat, if you have a partner, I won't delay your work!" Mr. Wu slammed the table in anger and immediately turned his face.
Ye Xiangdong held the teacup and continued drinking tea leisurely: "Old Wu, this tea doesn't taste as good as last year's."
"What a fart!" Mr. Wu swore, "You bastard, get out! Get out now!"
"Okay!" Ye Xiangdong stood up, put down the tea cup, turned around and left without any hesitation.
Mr. Wu almost choked to death with a mouthful of old blood: "Go away, go away! Don't let me see you again."
Ye Xiangdong walked to the door, turned around, and kindly reminded: "Mr. Wu, don't be angry. A bad temper will make you sick easily."
What a bastard!
Mr. Wu groaned angrily and watched Ye Xiangdong limping out of the door, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Five years ago, Mr. Wu was attacked. By chance, he was rescued by Ye Xiangdong, and the old and the young became friends.
At this time today, how much courage does it take to see such a proud man like Ye Xiangdong appear in front of him with one leg lame?
Ye Xiangdong walked to the alley and pursed his lips, "Mr. Wu, I'm sorry..."
Tong Ziyao frowned slightly and trailed a distance behind the old man. When he turned completely, without noticing the fluctuation of his breath, he stepped out of the space and quickly caught up with him.
However, what Tong Ziyao didn't expect was that within three minutes, Ye Xiangdong was surrounded by people.
In the blue sky and white sun, a group of men in black attacked Ye Xiangdong.
Ye Xiangdong's legs have just healed up. They have been too tired these days and had a faint pain the day before yesterday. Someone didn't pay attention just now and was hit hard on the leg with a stick.
Tong Ziyao narrowed her eyes, followed a long stick in the corner, and rushed forward.
"Ahhhhh-get out of the way!"
