50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 102 Ghost Market
Sun Zhiwei rode his bike eastward along Jingshan Front Street and soon arrived at Donghuangchenggen. There were many small alleys in this area, leading to all directions.

The ghost market is built in the alleys and its location is not fixed. People can evacuate from the alleys at the slightest sign of trouble.

After searching around for a while, he found a figure squatting in the darkness not far away. This should be the person keeping watch at the entrance to the ghost market.

He immediately turned into an empty alley, put his bicycle into the space, took out a few pieces of cloth from the space and threw them into the bamboo basket, then he clasped his hands and walked towards the entrance of the ghost market.

After paying a 1-cent entrance fee at the entrance, he entered the alley next to it, which was much more lively than he had imagined.

The market is quite large today, and the four alleys nearby are occupied by the ghost market.

Everyone had their faces covered. Those squatting against the wall were vendors, their wares spread out on the ground. Buyers were milling about, the dim streetlights casting shadows on the ground, making it difficult to see clearly.

Sun Zhiwei's target today is mainly some long-lasting foods. He is planning to clear out a batch of cloth, but the decision will depend on safety and price.

Like everyone else, he walked around the market with his neck hunched.

There were many things in the market today, and people were selling all kinds of coarse and fine grains. He also saw people selling antiques, including pottery, jade and bronze.

Although he was not planning to buy it, when he saw something that interested him, he still used the space cover to analyze it.

Wow, there were both real and fake things inside, some from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and some from last week, but they all looked like the real things, which opened his eyes.

There were also some people selling game, who looked like hunters from the surrounding area. He tried to ask about the price.

As long as it is meat, if you don’t give meat coupons, the price will be half as expensive as pork. If you exchange it for grain, it will be even cheaper.

It seemed that the village was also running short of food. The rice and flour he had stored in the basement of the hospital showed no signs of spoiling because of the extreme storage environment.

But it doesn't taste as good as new food when cooked, so he is willing to get rid of it if he can replace it with food that is easier to store.

"Would you like to exchange the old grain?" he asked the hunter.

The hunter hesitated and asked, "How old is it?"

"Two years old."

"The price is 1% higher, 2 for ."

"Okay, I'll pick out the things first and give them to you after I've calculated the amount. By the way, do you want rice or flour?"

"I need face."

"Okay, wait a moment."

Then he started to pick meat. He asked for two pheasants, a piece of venison, and a rabbit, about 20 kilograms of meat in total.

After selecting the things, he grabbed two small bags of flour from the bamboo basket behind him. Each bag weighed 20 kilograms and was packed in cloth bags. Two bags were just right.

The hunter carefully opened a small hole in a bag of flour, dipped two fingers in some flour, rubbed it, sniffed it, and then nodded with satisfaction.

After both parties confirmed the weight, Sun Zhiwei threw the prey he had selected from the ground into the basket behind him, then politely bowed to the hunter and turned to leave.

Then he met an old man selling rice. After taking a closer look at the rice, he asked in surprise, "Is this a crop?"

The old man lowered his head and said "hmm".

Sun Zhiwei was silent for a moment before continuing to ask, "What do you want to change?"

"Food, coarse grains."

"How much?"

"1 for 2." This is unhulled rice, which takes up a lot of space but can be preserved longer.

"I have two-year-old rice and flour. How about 2 for 1%?"

The old man's eyes lit up when he heard this. Two-year-old rice and flour were still fine grains, not to mention a 2-for-1 exchange rate. So why would he hesitate? "Exchange." "How much do you have?"

"How much do you want to change?"

"Exchange as many as you can."

"Young man, do you dare to go out and talk with me?"

"Where to go?"

"It's in the alley next to us, not far away."

"Then let's go and take a look."

Sun Zhiwei stood up and followed the old man from a distance out of the east exit of the ghost market, and soon turned into an abandoned house.

Before entering, he had put the Browning in his pocket and scanned the space. He found two young men squatting on two sacks, which were also filled with rice.

Following the old man into the abandoned yard, neither side said much. The old man just asked the two young men to open the sacks and show him the rice.

"There are a total of 300 kilograms of grain here."

After a quick calculation, Sun Zhiwei replied, "I only brought 300 kilograms of flour today. Let's exchange it for 100 kilograms first. Give me five minutes, I'll go get the flour."

There were many of them, and the old man was not afraid that Sun Zhiwei would play tricks, so he agreed to wait for 5 minutes.

Sun Zhiwei turned around and went out, walked around outside, and then returned to the abandoned courtyard carrying three bags of flour.

The three people in the yard were also a little surprised when they saw him carrying 300 kilograms of flour in by himself.

At this time, rural people are all very strong, but it is rare to find someone who can carry 300 kilograms without breathing. They no longer dare to look down on this young man whose voice sounds very young.

Sun Zhiwei threw the flour bag to the ground and asked the other party to check it, while he took out a cigarette and started smoking.

After a while, the inspection was completed, and the other party was very satisfied, and the transaction was completed.

Before leaving, Sun Zhiwei asked the old man, "Do you want to change? If so, you can wait for an hour. If you have more to change, you can."

The old man thought about it and decided that he couldn't miss such a good deal. He could exchange the millet for three times the amount of fine grains, and then find an opportunity to exchange it for coarse grains in the future, and he could get even more.

"Change, there are 900 kilograms of millet left. We'll wait for you for an hour."

"If there are so many, we can only have half rice and half noodles."

“Rice is fine too.”

"Okay, wait, I'll go prepare it." After saying that, he carried 100 kilograms of rice and left.

He turned into an empty alley, put away the rice, took out his bicycle again, looked around, and found another abandoned house.

There are weeds everywhere and many minefields. The houses have been demolished into ruins, and only a small room can still provide shelter from the wind and rain.

After confirming the location, he immediately returned to the courtyard, threw the game into the kitchen, cleared out some space, filled it with rice and flour, and transported it to the small room in the abandoned yard.

One cubic space can hold 800 kilograms of rice, but only 600 kilograms of flour. He made two trips to transport all the rice and flour he needed.

I looked at the time, it's only been half an hour. The one hour I mentioned just now was just an estimate, there's no need to actually wait for an hour.

He looked around and confirmed that the place was very desolate and no one would come here in the middle of the night, so he felt at ease and went to find the old man selling millet.

The two abandoned yards were not too far apart. He walked over and called the old man out, then took him to see the stored rice and flour.

"Not many people come here, it's very safe. Find someone to move it yourself, and I'll go move the grain to your side."

(End of this chapter)