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Zhou Bingkun took the collector's edition with a chuckle:

"Brother Fang, I didn't expect you to have this."

"Don't talk nonsense. I'll give you one dollar for the medicine. Take your aunt's medicine and get out of here."

Fang Chang scolded with a smile.

"okay!"

"By the way, Brother Fang, call me when you're going to pull dirt."

Zhou Bingkun agreed with a smile, picked up the medicine on the table, said something, then turned and ran out.

He had to hurry home to give his mother the medicine prescribed by Director Fang.

"Don't forget to close the door for me!"

Fang Chang shouted at Zhou Bingkun who was running out the door.

"Hey!"

Zhou Bingkun agreed, closed the door, and ran home.

After Zhou Bingkun left, Fang Chang sat at the eight-immortal table and thought for a while, then picked up the notebook on the table and began to write a letter with his left hand.

The writing is crooked.

More than two hours later, Fang Chang stood up, stretched his left arm, looked at the seven pieces of paper on the table, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then Fang Chang went to the kitchen, took out a bowl, took out a bag of flour from the space, opened it and poured the remaining flour into the bowl into the rice jar.

Holding a pair of chopsticks and a bowl of white flour, he entered the house, opened the thermos and started to mix the paste.

Then he opened the drawer and took out the envelopes and stamps. He put the seven letters into seven envelopes, sealed them with glue, and affixed stamps.

Fang Chang thought for a moment and took out some cosmetics from his backpack.

I carried a stool to the mirror in the closet and sat down to put on makeup.

Half an hour later, Fang Chang looked at the rough-looking bearded man in the mirror and was very satisfied.

This month's learning was not in vain, I'm pretty good at it.

Fang Chang put the cosmetics back into his backpack and whistled as he picked up the seven envelopes on the Eight Immortals Table. He wrote seven different addresses on the covers of the envelopes with his left hand again before putting them back into his bag with satisfaction. He took the key and went out, locking the door.

Just in case, Fang Chang stood in the yard and looked outside. After making sure that there was no one around, he quickly got on his bike and went out.

More than ten minutes later, Fang Chang rode his bicycle through many turns and finally left Guangzi Pian and headed towards the city center.

To be on the safe side, it is better to stay away from optical disks.

There are a lot of people in the city, and I am dressed very casually, so no one should notice me.

Fang Chang rode his bicycle all the way to the center of Jichun City and mailed seven letters to seven different locations.

After that, Fang Chang continued to ride his bicycle aimlessly around the city.

Fang Chang wanted to take a walk to see where Jichun's black market was.

In the play, Tu Zhiqiang and his gang are engaged in black market business.

Fang Chang happened to be in good time. Just after he sent the letters, they were sorted, packed and sent on the train within two hours.

Fang Chang did not pay attention to the consequences of the seven letters.

He was now looking at a few people not far ahead and thinking.

Tu Zhiqiang, Shui Ziliu, Luo Shibin and four unknown extras,

Seven people were squatting there, with a ground stall in front of them.

There were all kinds of hot-selling items on the street stalls, including watches, radios, local food coupons, national food coupons, cornmeal, millet, etc.

Fang Chang saw someone asking about his watch, so he pushed his bicycle over to listen.

"This is a Modou brand watch. It costs 60 yuan without a ticket in the department store! Mine is already very cheap at 70 yuan without a ticket. Other stores charge 80 yuan!"

"Is this new to you?"

"That's right. We're always in this market. Look at the condition. There's not a scratch on it. It's guaranteed to be new."

"Seventy is a bit expensive."

"Is this expensive? There are cheaper ones over there for only sixty, but they are all worn by people."

"Dude, this watch you bought can be worn for a lifetime. The old one is different from the new one!"

"That's right! It's not worth buying an old one for just ten dollars!"

The man looked at the watch on the stall, frowning and hesitating.

Fang Chang listened to what he heard and continued to push his bicycle forward, but he didn't go far.

Instead, I just wandered around and bought some things while I was there, because it would be too conspicuous to be empty-handed.

More than an hour later, Fang Chang found out the price of the watch and who Luo Shibin and his gang had a grudge against, so he pushed his bicycle and left the black market.

Fang Chang went to a forest, hid the bicycle, put on some makeup, changed clothes, and then walked out of the forest.

Ten minutes later, Fang Chang returned to the black market and came to Luo Shibin's stall. He pointed at the half bag of millet and asked:

"Brother, how much is this millet per pound?"

(Correction, it is 水自流 (water flows naturally) instead of 水自得 (water is content). I wrote it wrong before. Please mark it if you see it. Thank you.)

"15 cents if you have a ticket, 17 cents if you don't have a ticket."

Tu Zhiqiang greeted Fang Chang enthusiastically, holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"15 cents with a coupon? It's only 14 cents over there, 15 cents without a coupon."

Fang Chang pretended to be embarrassed, holding his torn bag tightly, and spoke hesitantly.

"What? That's impossible. They don't make money?"

Luo Shibin was the first one to get angry and pointed at a stall not far away and shouted.

"Brother, don't listen to their nonsense. They can't make much money at 1.5 cents. Even if they sell it to you, it can't be good food.

Brother, let me tell you, my millet is all freshly ground. Look at how golden it is. If you don’t believe me, just smell it and it smells delicious.”

Tu Zhiqiang did not make a fuss like Luo Shibin, but patiently introduced his Xiaomi to Fang Chang.

Fang Chang glanced at Tu Zhiqiang, then at the millet in the bag, and then turned his head to look at the stall in the distance. Fang Chang's face showed a look of hesitation, struggle and entanglement.

Tu Zhiqiang saw this and thought it was a good idea, so he continued:

"Hey buddy, take a look at our millet. Smell it. It's okay. It doesn't cost money to smell it."

Tu Zhiqiang said as he grabbed a handful of millet and put it in front of Fang Chang's nose for Fang Chang to smell.

Fang Chang looked at the millet in Tu Zhiqiang's hand, hesitated for a moment, lowered his head and put his nose close to it to smell it.

"How about it, brother? My millet is good, isn't it? I'm telling you, brother, you can't just settle for what you eat. So, brother, tell me how much you can buy. If you buy more than ten kilograms, I'll give you half a kilogram."

Fang Chang was stunned when he heard this. Tu Zhiqiang is really good! He actually knew how to use this method to attract customers.

When Fang Chang heard that he was giving away half a jin out of ten jin, his eyes lit up:

"Really? Ten pounds for half a pound?"

"Really, what do you think, brother? Am I sincere enough? I tell you that you will definitely be satisfied if you buy Xiaomi from me.

Come, help this brother weigh ten catties of millet, no, ten and a half catties."

"Brother, give me your bag. I'll have someone weigh out ten and a half kilograms of millet for you."

Fang Chang hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and handed the bag to Tu Zhiqiang:

"I say, you can't fool me with the scale! I'm buying millet for my wife who is in confinement after childbirth."

"Don't worry, bro. We don't do that."

Tu Zhiqiang smiled and waved his hand.

Shui Ziliu followed a man and weighed ten and a half kilograms of millet for Fang Chang.

Fang Chang stared at the scale the whole time, as if he was afraid that they would secretly tamper with it.

"Brother, look at it. It's 10.5 jin tall."

Tu Zhiqiang pointed at the rice bag and said.

Fang Chang nodded, reached into his pocket and fumbled for a while before taking out a handful of money and counting it.

He counted out one dollar and fifty cents at a time and handed it to Tu Qianqian:

"Give you money"

As he said this, he hurriedly took the bag of rice. After Tu Zhiqiang finished counting the money, Fang Chang stood up, holding the bag of rice, and quickly walked out of the black market.

"Brother, come back after you've eaten!"

After Fang Chang disappeared, Luo Shibin snorted in dissatisfaction:

"Brother Qiang, why did you give him half a catty? Half a catty is worth several cents!"

Tu Zhiqiang glanced at Luo Shibin:

"Did you see that half a pound is several cents? Then did you see that ten pounds is several cents?"

"How many cents? Oh, I didn't think about that."

"Brother Qiang just said that the guy there is cheaper than ours. Is this the end of the matter?"

Luo Shibin said with an indignant look.

Fang Chang ran to the woods carrying ten and a half kilograms of millet, put the millet into his backpack, sat down to smoke a cigarette, rested for a while, then took out his makeup box again, changed his appearance and clothes, and left the woods.