With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

In the morning, Xue Ming was awakened by the sound of conversation. He got out of bed and opened the door to see Gu Cuihua coming to visit with scissors and a wooden ruler. Her second daughter, Zhao Meiling, was holding a soft tape ruler and chalk in her hand.

It was Liu Yue'e who asked them to help make clothes. Xue Ming smiled and said hello, "Hello Aunt Gu, hello sister Meiling."

"This kid has such a sweet mouth." Gu Cuihua looked at Xue Ming's beggar's outfit and straw sandals, "Second girl, go measure your brother."

Zhao Meiling walked to Xue Ming with a soft tape measure. Xue Ming opened his arms to measure her measurements, height and arm length, and smelled the scent of soap in his nose.

Liu Yue'e suddenly said in a joking tone, "The second girl will find her husband's family soon. I feel that these two children are a good match."

Zhao Meiling was so embarrassed by the messy mandarin duck chart that she was at a loss. When she got nervous, she forgot all the measurements she had just taken, and there were two blushes on her face.

Xue Ming felt her nervousness and followed his mother's words, "Sister Meiling has inherited Aunt Gu's virtuousness and will definitely marry into the city and eat commercial food in the future."

One sentence made Gu Cuihua laugh. It is the dream of all rural girls to get rid of their agricultural household registration and go to the city to eat commercial food, and the daughter of the party secretary is no exception.

The topic stopped here. After taking his body measurements, Xue Ming washed up in the yard. "Mom, I'm going to see Uncle Erlei to do some work. Don't make my meal at noon."

Liu Yue'e arranged for her daughter to cook more sweet potato slices for dry food. Xue Ming, who was allergic to boiled sweet potato slices, ran away quickly and asked Zhao Erlei about the location of the black market in Guangming Town.

Zhao Erlei frowned, "Half a month ago, Zhao Cheng from Team 12 went to the black market to buy iron pots and was caught by the police. The Party Secretary went to the Public Security Bureau three times and didn't come back. You'd better go to the market to buy food."

"Uncle Erlei, my family is about to run out of food and can't wait any longer." Xue Ming whispered, "The branch secretary has given me a letter of introduction, don't worry, it will be fine."

"Whose family is short of food these days? Let me take a day off and go with you." Zhao Erlei was still worried.

Xue Ming declined politely and pestered him to the location of the black market in Guangming Town, the junction of Guangming and Zhulin Production Brigade.

It took 20 hours to walk 3 miles to Guangming Town. I was tired and wasted time, so I suddenly came up with the idea of ​​buying a bicycle for transportation.

As soon as he arrived in town, he was interrogated by the militiamen of Guangming Commune. He took out a letter of introduction and went straight to the black market in Zhulin Village.

The black market refers to a market formed illegally without government approval to trade goods that are not allowed on the market or to buy and sell goods secretly at a price higher than the market price.

Xue Ming saw a large moso bamboo forest with sorghum fields in all directions. There were also staff responsible for keeping watch around the bamboo forest.

Two staff members stopped Xue Ming, "This is the territory managed by Master Ma. Do you know the rules, young man?"

A middle-aged man carrying a pole gave them 5 cents for the toll. Xue Ming also gave them 5 cents and followed the pole into the bamboo forest.

After walking fifty meters, I saw an open space and all kinds of people, including farmers wearing rags, grain farmers wearing khaki, and women wearing bragi.

There was an old lady selling wheat in a basket. Xue Ming went over and struck up a conversation, "Auntie, how much does your wheat cost per pound?"

"No money, just industrial stamps." The old lady took out a coupon from her pocket, "My daughter-in-law needs industrial stamps to buy a thermos bottle."

At this time, a young man wearing Lenin uniform came to buy food. After some bargaining, he bought the old lady's food with three industrial tickets.

Xue Ming had no choice but to go to the next store. As a result, the eight grain sellers only wanted industrial stamps and food stamps. After asking, he found out that industrial stamps and food stamps were not allocated to farmers.

The hard work paid off and he finally found an uncle who wanted cash. Xue Ming packed all his wheat for 8 yuan, a total of 27 kilograms of wheat.

With only 1 yuan left, I continued to look for food. I stopped in front of a stall selling cloth shoes. The owner was a young lady who had 6 pairs of cloth shoes and 6 pairs of socks on display.

Two pairs of large-sized shoes, one pair of medium-sized shoes, and three pairs of small-sized shoes. Judging from the sizes, they looked like they were tailor-made for Xue Ming’s family. Unfortunately, Xue Ming only had 1 yuan in hand.

There was a group of people gathered around a stall next to them. They were noisy and didn't know what they were playing. They could vaguely hear the excited and arrogant words "You lost, you lost again."

"Comrade, please buy a pair of shoes." The eldest sister picked up a pair of large shoes and said with a smile, "Straw sandals are not comfortable to wear. This pair only costs 4 yuan."

Xue Ming took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, "My eldest sister's craftsmanship is really good. My favorite shoes are my mother's thousand-layer soles."

The eldest sister was a little overwhelmed when she received the compliment, "My craftsmanship can only be said to be average. My wife works in a leather factory, and he made these pairs of shoes."

“Tannery?”

"I don't know about this." The eldest sister coughed deliberately with greed flashing in her eyes, "This tube is in good condition and I think it can be sold for 50 yuan. You can go to the tannery and ask."

Her voice was loud so that it could be heard. Xue Ming put the wolf skin into a sack and said, "How much do these 6 pairs of shoes and 6 pairs of socks cost in total? I will come to you to buy shoes after I sell the wolf skin."

The shoe seller showed a hint of excitement, "Three pairs of large shoes cost 3 yuan, 12 pairs of children's shoes cost 3 yuan, and 9 pairs of socks cost 6 yuan. The total is 4 yuan."

Xue Ming nodded and left with the bag on his shoulders. Suddenly he heard someone shouting from behind, "Young man, come over and play a little game."

The middle-aged man who spoke was named Li Zhihe. He had sly eyes and was wearing a poplin jacket and trousers.

There was a small wooden table in front of him, with two small bowls, three plastic balls and a chopstick, and there were five or six people around him.

Xue Ming looked at these props and instantly understood that he was a craftsman who played "Three Immortals Return to the Cave".

Sanxiangui Cave is an intangible cultural heritage. Using one chopstick and two bowls, you can move three balls back and forth between the two bowls.

"Young man, let's have fun. If you win, this bag of wheat will be yours." Li Zhihe was very interested in the wolf skin, and what the shoe seller said was just for him. There were 200 kilograms of wheat in his sack.

Xue Mingxin said that there was a collusion between you, but those who can play Three Immortals Return to the Cave are all good people, so he shook his head and said with a smile, "Let's play it another day, I don't have the money."

"Let me give it a try." The shoe seller put the shoes and socks into the basket and walked to the stall. "Comrade, what do you think we can do?"

Li Zhihe used the bowl on the left to hold one plastic ball, and the bowl on the right to hold two plastic balls, and slowly changed the positions of the two bowls.

After five or six stirs, he pointed at the bowl with his chopsticks and said, "Guess how many balls there are in these two bowls. I'll give you 5 cents for each guess. If you guess it right, I'll give you 1 liter of wheat. If you guess it wrong, I'll give you 1 cents."

"Isn't this simple?" The shoe seller took out 5 cents and put it on the table, "You can do it again."

Xue Ming had already determined that the shoe seller was a stooge, and her purpose was to trick him into joining the game, and he secretly considered whether to win his 200 kilograms of grain.