While people were not paying attention, she also fished out a backpack from the space, which was one of the few given by Liu Qingshan.
Others were wearing hats, and she also took a scarf to wrap her head and face.
Everyone carried a basket on their backs and walked slowly into the alley one by one. No one talked to anyone. Some of them were obviously acquaintances, and they spoke in low voices.
A dusty street along the river, with stalls set up under street lamps, each person puts a piece of cloth in front of himself, and puts a basket behind him.
Liang Xiaonan looked at the things on the cloth, but she was also very surprised. Some of them had rouge, eyebrow pencil, and even lipstick in front of them. It seemed that she had never seen these cosmetics in the supply and marketing cooperative, except for cream.
Some fabrics were placed in front of some stalls, not the kind of printed and dyed fabric she wore, but woven fabrics. There were not many on the stalls, just a sample.
Some also put a book, which is bold. Now, books are not popular, and private transactions are also prohibited.
She went around a lot, and many things can be bought in the supply and marketing cooperatives, but the transactions here are relatively free, and you can buy more if you have money. The price is also determined by both parties, and there is no fixed guide price.
"Is there any garlic?"
Several people with backpacks on their backs asked, seeing that Liang Xiaonan was a new face.
Liang Xiaonan shook her head. Since she came in, more than a dozen people have asked her if she has any garlic. Garlic is so in demand?
On the street, a man, wearing blue overalls and a hat, guards a sewing machine. There is a woman next to her, holding a pair of large scissors in her hand, cutting clothes for people at the booth.
A young girl handed the clothes to the woman: "Help me make the trousers smaller and make the clothes waistline."
Women seem to be used to it. Holding a ruler, they measured the circumference of young women. They moved quickly, made the trousers a circle smaller, and adjusted the waistline of the jacket.
"5 cents."
"Three hairs, your trousers are not much smaller, I can't see the change."
"Comrade, you can't wear pants with small trouser cuffs, and you are not allowed to change them. If you want to change them, you can only go to this extent."
The young woman said: "I come here to get the money to buy something I am satisfied with. You can just change the size with the money."
The woman still persuaded: "If you make your trousers smaller now, you will see that your **** is bigger, and your waistline is too big. These don't meet the requirements when you wear them. Think about it yourself?"
"Think it over, just change it."
The man took it, stepped on the sewing machine to sew, and then hemmed, and it was ready in a while.
Liang Xiaonan now understands, no wonder everyone wears straight-leg pants with a big crotch, and the clothes are also fat and fat. It turns out that there are restrictions on the trousers and waistline.
People who come with baskets on their backs, some carry food, some carry vegetables. The basic way of trading is to exchange things, and some use money.
This is a semi-public black market. Everyone knows about it, but they don't dare to make it too public. The county probably knows about it, but they didn't resist it.
Liang Xiaonan is not in the mood to look at things like lipstick and rouge, she is more interested in books.
Since she came to Blue Star, if she hadn't been so busy raising fish and growing potatoes, she would have gone crazy.
There are no TV sets or computers, let alone mobile phones! Thinking about her previous life, she couldn’t live without her mobile phone for even a minute. She used her mobile phone to read the news, used her mobile phone for social platforms, used her mobile phone for shopping, swiped Alipay and WeChat, and even used her mobile phone for health codes and itinerary codes.
It is difficult to move without a mobile phone.
Now, what is a mobile phone?
Dakeng Village is not even connected to electricity.
What's more, there are no books either!
Blue Star is not the Earth, but many activity trajectories are very similar to the Earth, the similarity is more than 80%. Now I don’t read and study, the books are gone, the bookstore is gone, the spirit is extremely empty and boring!
She has to go and see how books are exchanged.
Walking to the bookstall, like others, pointing to the book: "Take a look."
The owner of the stall is a man who is tall and thick, and he looks like he has nothing to do with book culture.
"How much?"
"Let's see the goods."
"They're all classics."
"Look at the goods first."
The man put the books on the floor in the back basket, closed the booth, and finally met someone who wanted to read, and he had to cherish and hold on to it.
Picking up the basket and walking forward, Liang Xiaonan followed him, and quickly walked around two streets. In the darkness by the side of the road, there was a man wearing a hat, glasses, and a raincoat. Liang Xiaonan almost laughed. In order to sell a book, Really like a man in a set.
The stall owner didn't say much, pointing to the basket behind the glasses and asked Liang Xiaonan to take a look, and he was vigilantly letting out the wind at the intersection.
Glasses opened the basket, Liang Xiaonan looked at it, and was very excited, "Historical Records", "Book of the Later Han Dynasty", "Journey to the West", "Fengshen Romance", "Shiwupi", "Mirror Flowers"...even Jin Ping Mei.
There is also a foreign fable mixed in, this kind of book is most suitable for Liang Xiaobei to read.
The books don't look too shabby, and they are relatively well preserved. There are no pirated editions in this era, and they are all hard-pressed editions.
"How to sell it?" Liang Xiaonan planned to have it all.
Books are priceless treasures,
The glasses didn't hold much hope. There was just a very young girl in front of her, and she didn't look like a rich person.
"Take whatever you want, 10 yuan for a book." He himself was a little embarrassed, 10 yuan for a book, which is really similar to grabbing.
"There are a total of 20 books in the basket, and 200 yuan." Glasses said in a low voice, "No bargaining."
"Grandpa, is 200 yuan too expensive?" She saw the back of the printed book, and the price was very low, basically a few cents.
Although the glasses made him a suit, but Liang Xiaonan heard the voice and looked at his steps. He estimated that he was a middle-aged and elderly person, 50 years old or older.
Glass said: "Or, you can exchange it with food. Alas, it seems that you have no food."
"How to exchange food?"
"Do you have food?" There was surprise in the voice of the glasses, "If you have rice, you can exchange 2 catties of rice for 1 book, and you can get 40 catties of rice for these. If you have soybeans, you can exchange 1 catty of soybeans for 1 book. Just give me 20 catties of soybeans."
Although the glasses have been hidden in the shadows, but there is longing in his tone, and a hint of rebelliousness. Liang Xiaonan roughly guesses his identity in his heart. This person is at least a literati who loves books.
"Old man, I have soybeans, I can exchange them with you." As soon as she finished speaking, her glasses bent down excitedly, and asked, "Do you have soybeans?"
"Well, old man, it shouldn't be so difficult to buy soybeans in the city, right?"
"Isn't it difficult to buy? I can't buy it at all. I can't get soybeans in Caoxiaoyuan County. My son is dying..." Glasses said excitedly, "The doctor told my son to eat soybeans, but I can't buy soybeans."
Liang Xiaonan opened the pannier to show him: "I'm carrying soybeans, take a look."
Grabbing his glasses, looking at the full-grained soybeans, he pulled the scarf off his face excitedly, and covered his face in a panic.
Put a few in your mouth. Although the soybeans are raw, your mouth is full of bean fragrance, sweet and refreshing.
He said excitedly: "Exchange, exchange, if you still have soybeans, and I have some good books, I will exchange them for you."
The two were talking, the strong man ran over from the street, picked up the basket, and said to the glasses: "Fifth Grandpa, hurry up, the patrol team is here."
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