Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

"Exchange for food?" Dabao was stunned. After thinking carefully, it was true that even if you have money, you may not be able to buy food. He asked in a low voice,

"How much food do you want to exchange?"

The salesman was worried. He thought for a while and said,

"To be honest, sir, my wife had a difficult labor and was bleeding heavily. We had great difficulty saving her. Now she has no food and I'm afraid she won't last more than two months, so I want to exchange her for some fine grains."

"Fine grain? No problem. How much do you want to exchange?"

The salesman trembled and stretched out two fingers, meaning that he would exchange it for 20 kilograms of white flour to make a dumpling soup for his wife.

Dabao nodded and whispered,

"Two hundred kilograms? That's not expensive. Come with me after you get your stuff."

The vendor plopped down on the ground when he heard this. Two hundred kilograms? Did he hear it right? Two hundred kilograms of fine grains could buy up half of the goods in this ghost market.

He was also inexperienced. He turned over, packed up, and followed Dabao out. It was normal for him to be inexperienced. He never thought that Dabao was a robber.

To others, Dabao was a sucker, but Dabao thought that he had made a fortune by spending 200 kilograms of fine grain to get four chicken-glazed cups.

In fact, does Dabao really not know the current price of things? Of course not, Dabao just looks at the seller, who is quite honest. In this famine era, he will lend a hand if he can, and save a family if he can.

The two of them left Xixiao City and came to an alley. Dabao asked him to wait at the entrance of the alley while he went in and took a look around. He came out with two bags.

His Guanyin statue had been put away long ago, but the seller thought Dabao lived in this alley.

Dabao put two bags in front of him,

"Here's 100 kilograms of rice and 100 kilograms of flour. Can you take them home?"

The salesman was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly.

"Yes! Yes!"

As long as I can save my wife's life, I will find a way to get home even 2,000 kilograms, not to mention 200 kilograms.

He handed the box of Chicken Cup to Dabao. Dabao's consciousness had been monitoring him the whole time. Of course, he knew that Dabao did not dare to change it, so he said to the seller,

"wait for me a while."

The vendor was thinking about how he could get all the food home given his small size.

Dabao came out of the alley again, this time with a net bag in his hand, which he handed to the vendor.

"Seeing that you care about your wife, I'll give you something good. Here's a piece of beef and two large cans of milk powder. If the child runs out of milk, these two cans of milk powder will last for half a year."

The salesman was stunned, he fell to his knees with a thud, kowtowed repeatedly with tears streaming down his face.

"My benefactor, you saved the lives of my wife and my daughter."

Dabao looked at it and thought, how can he get all these things back? If he encounters patrolmen or street police on the way, not only will he lose his things, but he will also be arrested.

Dabao sighed, picked up two bags of grain and said to the seller,

"Get up and go. I'll give you a ride. If you run into the patrol, they'll arrest you."

The seller thanked him profusely, picked up his things and left with Dabao. The seller lived in Xizhimen, which was not far from Xuanwumen, only about five or six kilometers.

The two chatted as they walked. The vendor was no ordinary man. His ancestor was called Mingzhu. Mingzhu had a son who was known as the first poet in the late Qing Dynasty. His name was Nalan Xingde, a member of the Yehe Nara clan, and his courtesy name was Rongruo.

The seller is called Nalan Huide, the sixth generation grandson of Nalan Rongruo.

Dabao couldn't help laughing. Who doesn't know Nalan Rongruo? His poem "If life could only be like the first meeting, why would the autumn wind be sad to paint the fan" is so popular. I didn't expect to meet a celebrity.

The two of them were talking and chatting as they walked forward when suddenly several flashlights shone over. Dabao had already put away all the chicken cups and only had two bags of food left in his hands.

Nalan Huide was so frightened that he trembled all over and turned to run away, but Dabao grabbed him.

"Don't worry, Brother Nalan, it's okay!"

Following the flashlight, several militiamen surrounded him. As they surrounded him, Dabao frowned. These men wore their hats askew, carried guns and flashlights, and reeked of alcohol.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

A young man with a red armband on his right arm came over to Dabao and the other man and asked,

The stench of alcohol almost made Dabao cry. Dabao stretched out his hand and fanned away the smell.

"You guys drink while on duty?"

The young man raised his neck, shone the flashlight in Dabao's face and shouted,

"Fuck! I drank it, so what's wrong with that?"

Two militiamen came up behind him, holding the butts of their rifles against Dabao. Dabao put down a bag of grain and pushed them away with his hands. The bag tilted and a few grains of rice spilled out.

The attention of several militiamen was originally on the sack, and their eyes immediately lit up when they saw it. One of the militiamen pulled the young man aside and whispered,

"Cousin, the bags these two people are holding are all food, and there seems to be milk powder."

"What?" The young man's eyes widened and he stammered, "Really?"

The militia stamped their feet anxiously.

"Of course it's real. Two bags. Look at this. Each bag weighs 100 kilograms!"

The young man burped, and the foul stench from his mouth could be smelled from two meters away.

"Cousin, what do you mean?"

"Of course we have to arrest them. These two people are carrying food in the middle of the night. They are either profiteers or spies... Yes, spies! What normal person would walk down the street carrying food in the middle of the night?"

The young man's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Yes, let's arrest them and claim they are spies. Then we can confiscate all the food and milk powder. There are several of us here, so each of us will get a lot. Well, I'll give you less food, and give me the milk powder so I can go back and nourish my son."

"That's no problem!"

The young man took out a box gun from his waist and said to Dabao in a menacing manner,

"Who are you? What are you going to do with all these things in the middle of the night?"

Dabao sneered,

"Haven't you already said I'm either a profiteer or a spy? How come you've already made up all the charges? Why are you still pretending to be someone else?"

The young man was speechless for a moment. He turned around and said to the militiaman,

"Fuck! He heard everything we said..."

The militiaman cursed inwardly, "You fool!" He took the gun off his shoulder, pulled the bolt with a clatter, pointed the gun at Dabao's feet and said,

"Stop talking nonsense! Grab your stuff and come with us!"

Dabao asked contemptuously,

"Go with you guys? Where to?"

"We are from the textile factory's security department, and this is our deputy chief. We caught you while on duty at night. We suspect your identity. Come with us now!"

Nalan Huide was so frightened that he trembled all over and waved his hands repeatedly, saying,

"Comrade, we are good people! We haven't broken any laws, so why are you arresting us?"