Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Qin Dabao woke up at around three in the morning. He jumped off the kang, put on his clothes, and went to the kitchen to pick up the backpack that had been prepared long ago.

This thing is a must-have for every home, no matter where you are. It is very convenient to put things and children in it.

He listened carefully to the bedroom and heard his father's snoring, which was deafening.

Qin Dabao secretly unlatched the door and left the house.

In the winter in the north, the days are short and the nights are long. It only starts to get light after six in the morning, and now it is pitch black.

The black market would close at 6:30 in the morning when it was bright, so there was still time.

Qin Dabao tiptoed towards the courtyard gate. The courtyard was quiet. When he passed by the Du family's window, he heard a suppressed moan.

Qin Dabao cursed inwardly. What time is it? Xiao Du and his wife are already doing morning exercises? No wonder giving birth is like laying eggs, one after another.

Qin Dabao gently opened the gate, slipped out, and closed the door again. The gate had been in disrepair for a long time, and even with caution, there was still a creaking sound.

After leaving the hospital, Qin Dabao took a deep breath. The air in the early morning was very fresh, but it was mixed with a faint smell.

The air in Beijing is very polluted. Millions of people eat, drink, defecate and urinate, and there is also domestic garbage.

There are at most two public toilets in an alley, and with children peeing and making mud along the walls, how can the smell be pleasant?

The living environment in Beijing is not bad now. But if in another twenty years, the educated youth who went to the countryside to work come back and every family starts to expand, the courtyard will be full of houses next to each other, and the corridors will only be able to accommodate one person pushing a bicycle, and there will be no room for turning around. By then, it will not be so spacious.

Qin Dabao had just walked less than a hundred meters when he saw a hunched woman in front of him. She had a scarf tied around her head and a basket on her shoulder.

Just like the Japanese stealing landmines.

He laughed so hard that he couldn't even straighten his back. This dress was so recognizable, two halves, two colors, it must be a silly girl.

Qin Dabao tiptoed over and patted the silly girl on the back.

The girl was so frightened that she screamed "Oh my god" and turned around and punched him.

Qin Dabao dodged and then remembered that Silly Sister had practiced Changquan for three years when she was young.

The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Her clothes were very distinctive. Half of them were blue, and the other half were made of small floral cloth, with patches on top of patches. The clothes were made of two pieces sewn together.

But her every move seemed a little dazed, not like a girl, but more like a silly boy.

Her name is Zhao Suchun, and she is Qin Dabao's elementary school classmate. People call her Silly Chun, but they are close friends. Her father is Zhao Yuchu, who was the leader of the underground party in Beijing before liberation. After liberation, the organization made him the director of the Second Steel Rolling Mill.

"Chun'er, it's me..."

"It's you, kid, sneaking around."

Qin Dabao laughed angrily: "No, you are a devil who stole our army's landmines, and you dare to say that I am sneaky?"

Silly Chun just remembered his own outfit and couldn't help but grinning.

Qin Dabao covered her mouth with his hand. This silly girl, if she yelled out, everyone would be woken up. It would be a waste of time to get up so early in the morning.

"Shut up, don't you know what you are doing? And you still dare to shout?"

Silly Chun’s greatest strength is that she is obedient. When Qin Dabao said that, she covered her mouth and laughed.

"Go buy some eggs and a chicken for my mom. She doesn't have enough milk, so I'll make her some chicken soup to help her get enough."

"I'm going to buy some things too. Let's go into the village quietly, without firing a gun."

The two men met like spies, exchanged secret codes, and went their separate ways.

This is the rule for going to the black market. You cannot go there in a gang, otherwise people will suspect that they are Lei Zi.

Silly Chun fell first. She was also very familiar with the black market and went there to buy things every few days.

However, they went to different places.

The place Shachun went to was not far from Zhushikou, and the one Qin Dabao went to was near Dongguanyin Temple.

It was getting late, and it would be dawn in a little while. Qin Dabao started jogging.

There is no way, if I don't run, it will be too late.

At this time, Qin Dabao really wanted to have a bicycle.

Unfortunately, the money was wasted because there was no bicycle ticket.

Since the implementation of bills in China,

The goods on the market are becoming increasingly scarce, especially those that have three turns and one ring, which are bicycles, watches, sewing machines, and radios.

Not only do you need to buy with tickets, some also require industrial coupons,

As for industrial vouchers, only one or two are issued to each unit every month.

So ticket scalpers appeared in the black market.

However, where did these bills come from? It goes without saying that ordinary people can't even eat enough, so who would have extra bills?

Qin Dabao ran very fast. He felt that his body was getting stronger and stronger after being transformed by the space.

Especially the strength. Today, I accidentally broke a piece of wood into two pieces while making a fire.

It took him more than 30 minutes to reach Dong Guanyin Temple.

This is a relatively large black market, and it sells a wide variety of goods. Qin Dabao had been here twice in his previous life, but the black market was shut down within two years.

Qin Dabao heard others say at that time that this black market was not very authentic, and it seemed that he had offended someone and was reported.

The black market was in a courtyard with two entrances. Other black markets were in small alleys, but this one was the only one that was arrogantly opened in the courtyard.

But what Qin Dabao didn't know was that there was actually another secret inside. There were tunnels and secret rooms in the yard.

If someone really comes to catch them, the organizers will just step down through the tunnel. As for the buyers and sellers, you are lucky if you can escape.

Qin Dabao put ten pounds of pork and a pig's head in his backpack.

He wore a dog-skin hat on his head and covered his face with a scarf, which made him look a little stiff.

But there is no other way. Everyone who comes here has to cover their face so that they cannot be recognized.

Walking into an alley, from one end to the other, there were more than a dozen people standing sparsely against the wall.

These are all the subordinates of the black market boss.

If there are troublemakers, these people will go up and kick them. If they meet a tough guy, these people will carry knives and axes and will not show mercy. Killing is not a big deal for them.

After all, everyone who runs a black market has a powerful backer behind him.

Qin Dabao walked in and saw in the dim light that these people looked like ferocious monsters. They glanced at Qin Dabao casually, but no one came forward to talk to him.

The two black painted doors were ajar.

Qin Dabao walked up and was about to push,

A hand as thin as a chicken claw stretched out, and a hoarse voice asked: "Buy or sell?"

"Sell!"

A disheveled head poked out from the crack of the door and glanced at Qin Dabao's backpack.

"Two cents."

Qin Dabao responded, took out two cents and handed it over. The door opened a crack, just enough for one person to pass through.

He walked sideways into the gate of the mansion and walked around the screen wall. The courtyard was full of shadowy figures.

At this time, the sky was a little bright, and those who had flashlights quickly turned them off. This thing is precious, but it consumes too much battery.

Didn't Uncle Zhao say in his skit that the only household appliance in the house was a flashlight? This is true, it's definitely not a fabrication.

Qin Dabao was not in a hurry to sell, but strolled around slowly. He wanted to see what food was available for sale and how much it cost. He would decide whether to sell it or not after the food in the space was harvested.

Food has always been a hard currency, but the Great Famine had just begun, and there were still some people selling food on the black market.

But they are all cornmeal, millet and sorghum rice,

There are some soybeans and mung beans, but no rice or white flour.

After asking around, I found out that cornmeal was 40 cents a pound, 67 cents without a ticket, and cornmeal was 78 cents a pound without a ticket.

In the grain store, cornmeal is only 1.2 yuan, and cornmeal is 2.6 yuan per pound.

This triples in price on the black market.

Forget about fine grains, there are no grain stores. Once fine grains are brought in, they will be snatched up in less than two hours.

These people who were buying and selling goods all wore hats and scarves, covered their faces tightly, and spoke in a pinched voice.

If you don’t know someone very well, you won’t be able to recognize them.

Halfway through my walk, I saw a gun sale.

Qin Dabao didn't feel strange at all. Less than ten years had passed since the war, and who knows how many guns and ammunitions were lost among the people.

The gun was regarded as a scourge by later generations.

But in the 1950s, 1960s and 1970s, especially in rural areas, everyone was a soldier. Which village didn't have ten or eight guns hidden?

The village militia arsenal has a wider variety of guns, even machine guns and mortars.