I make a living solving crimes.

The Bai family lived in No. 37 Nanluoguxiang, which was a quadrangle with two entrances. The Bai family lived in the west wing. When the eldest son of the Bai family got married, Chang Kun felt sorry for his daughter and went to the street office for help. Finally, after negotiation between the two families, the eldest son of the Bai family and Chang Da set up a separate household and divided two rooms in the back house in the front yard of No. 37 into their wedding room.

Just because these two houses fell into Chang Da's hands, after the eldest son of the Bai family had an accident while driving under the influence of alcohol, the Bai family neither gave Chang Da the opportunity to take over the position nor gave her a penny of compensation.

Last year, Chang Wei had a fierce fight with the second son of the Bai family over this matter, but Chang Wei lost because he was younger and smaller.

He didn't ask the uncles and aunts in the police station for help in revenge, and he always thought about fighting back on his own one day.

When Chang Wei heard Chang Tian say that his elder sister was still mending clothes and had not eaten, he felt upset and sat in the room for a long time.

He is seven years younger than Chang Da, and it was Chang Da who raised him.

It is not an exaggeration to say that an elder sister is like a mother.

The air pressure was low and the little ones didn't dare to speak. Chang Wei also felt that his bad mood had affected his younger siblings, so he said hello to Yang Min and went out alone.

We hurried along the way, and when we arrived outside Deshengmen it was completely dark.

After dark, there is a black market outside Deshengmen, where the shady business of reselling is also carried out.

There are shadowy figures along the river bank, and occasionally you can see the flash of a flashlight. That's the stall owner who sees a customer coming and uses the flashlight to flash his goods to let you know what he is selling.

Chang Wei saw that each NPC with a name on his head had a piece of rag hanging on his face, and old leather shoes, old furs, old suits, and old cheongsams were placed on the ground, which looked like a second-hand flea market in later generations.

There are also people who take advantage of the cool night or poor visibility to sell dog meat, chicken, rabbit, and even pork. No one knows where these goods come from.

The real rich people came with carts, selling furniture, porcelain and bronze ware, and he even saw a phonograph.

In the past, he had not had much interest in second-hand things, whether they were goods or people.

Now I really want to take a good stroll here.

Unfortunately, he only had fifty or sixty yuan in his pocket, and he had to save some for buying tickets.

Fortunately, there is no need to rush. There are plenty of good things in such a big city like Beijing.

With a triangular scarf covering his face, he walked from east to west but couldn't find the ticket seller. Finally, he stopped in frustration, found a quiet place, squatted down, lit a cigarette and stared blankly.

I don’t know what’s wrong. Why can’t I find it?

Before he finished smoking a cigarette, a middle-aged man with the three characters "Li Dongwa" on his head came over and asked in a low voice: "Do you want food coupons?"

Chang Wei threw away his cigarette butt and said unhappily, "Why don't you set up a stall? I've been looking for a long time."

Li Dongwa had a rag covering his face and said in a muffled voice, "What you said is very interesting. Should I use a loudspeaker to shout again?"

Chang Wei pointed at the others, and Li Dongwa sneered and said, "First time here?"

Chang Wei showed his timidity when he first appeared on stage. He nodded a little embarrassedly and handed Li Dongwa a cigarette.

Li Dongwa became much more polite after taking the cigarette and lit one. Chang Wei was stunned. This piece of rag actually made a small cut on the mouth and dug out the nose. It really didn't cause any trouble at all.

"There are no stalls selling tickets here. The police won't arrest them now. If they are caught one day, they will be sent to labor camps. They make a little money, and no one wants to risk their lives."

The hole in his nose was not dug well, and Chang Wei saw that smoke was coming out of only one nostril.

The country is cracking down on speculation and profiteering. To be precise, the focus of the crackdown is on the word "practice".

Buy low and sell high, buy short and sell short, and speculation, these are the things that are deeply detested. It is not unfair for those people to be shot for what they did when the country was just founded.

People of this era don’t know that in another thirty years, “speculators” will be able to make a fortune.

Chang Wei is not a police officer, at least not yet. He doesn't care about this trivial matter. Even if he catches the ticket scalpers and can ask the system for rewards, he doesn't care. He depends on these people to support his family.

"How did you know I was going to buy a ticket?"

"There are so many people like you. It wouldn't be a big deal to just ask."

Well, he’s not the only rookie here, Chang Wei suddenly felt much more balanced.

"Besides the food coupons, what other coupons do you have?"

"What tickets do you want?"

Seeing the other party so arrogant, Chang Wei exclaimed, and counted on his fingers, saying, "Cloth coupons, sugar coupons, wine coupons, fine grain coupons, bicycle coupons..."

"Hey, when do you need a ticket for bicycles?"

"Ah? Don't want to?"

"never heard of that."

Bicycles, which are a must for time travelers, don't require tickets now? Chang Wei asked again in a low voice, "Do you have industrial coupons?"

"What the hell are you talking about? Brother, are you going to buy it or not?"

Industrial vouchers are not being implemented either?

Chang Wei was stunned. Seeing that Li Dongwa had lost her patience and was about to leave, he quickly took out a handful of money and said, "Cloth coupons, wine coupons, and fine grain coupons. Do you have these?"

Seeing the money, Li Dongwa half stood up and squatted down again, shaking his head and looking around, saying, "The cloth coupon is 3.8 yuan a foot, the wine coupon is 1.8 yuan, and the fine grain coupon is 3.3 yuan a pound."

Chang Wei had no idea how much cloth was needed to make a piece of clothing, but he thought the more the better. After making summer clothes, he could make autumn clothes, and in winter he could also make cotton-padded jackets. Now his autumn clothes looked like cotton-padded jackets after the cotton had been removed.

He waved his hand generously and asked, "How many do you have?"

Li Dongwa immediately perked up, and after a brief discussion, he said, "I can give you 30 feet of cloth tickets, 5 wine tickets, 10 kilograms of rice tickets, and 20 kilograms of flour tickets."

Chang Wei did the math in his mind and felt contemptuous, thinking that this business was really big.

"I want them all." After saying that, Chang Wei began to count the money.

Li Dongwa picked up a piece of used matchstick and calculated on the ground under the moonlight. After calculating once, he thought he was wrong, so he smoothed the ground with his hands and started calculating again.

Chang Wei couldn't bear to watch and said directly: "Twenty-nine dollars and four cents."

I don’t know whether Li Dongwa didn’t hear it or just didn’t believe it. He tried to calculate with a matchstick but still couldn’t figure it out. He found another matchstick on the ground and started calculating again. He was not in a hurry. If he made a mistake, he would just erase it and start over.

Chang Wei could only sigh and think, with your math level, you should do something else as soon as possible.

Li Dongwa’s legs were numb from squatting, and then he said, “Yes, twenty-nine dollars and forty cents.”

Chang Wei felt relieved, as he was afraid that Li Dongwa was wrong.

That would be troublesome.

After counting the money, Li Dongwa checked some of it, stood up, used a flashlight to light up three circles in the distance, and Chang Wei was so scared that he almost pushed him to the ground.

The last time I saw someone signaling with a flashlight was in a movie.

A middle-aged man with his face covered and "Li Chunsheng" on his head trotted over and stuffed a handful of tickets into "Li Dongwa".

Chang Wei looked around and asked curiously, "Is this your brother?"

Li Dongwa was so frightened that he almost choked to death on the smoke.

Humph! You scared me with the flashlight just now.

After taking the ticket, Chang Wei pretended to look at it in the moonlight. In fact, he didn't understand it, but he felt that if he didn't look at it this way, he would be treated as a fat sheep and slaughtered.

Wow, you have cloth coupons that are even one inch in size. It seems like you have a really big business.