Chapter 123: Chapter 123: Black Market_1
 

Early the next morning, Meng Yunhan got up and fed her son. She handed the baby to his grandmother and quickly left for town.

When Zhao, the local junkman, saw Meng Yunhan, he immediately looked at her belly, “Hanhan, have you given birth?”

Meng Yunhan chuckled and nodded, “Yes, I have. We are holding the Full Moon Wine celebration the day after tomorrow. I came to invite you today.”

Uncle Zhao laughed and replied, “Good, I will definitely attend.”

Thinking about the meat, Meng Yunhan embarrassedly asked, “Do you know where I can buy some meat?”

Upon hearing her question, Zhao instantly understood why she asked.

It must be for the Full Moon Wine.

“Hanhan, the meat is a bit pricey, you know?”

Meng Yunhan shook her head, “No matter how expensive, I need to buy some.”

Seeing her persistence, Zhao told her the location.

Meng Yunhan then left her produce behind and headed to the black market.

This time she used a basket strapped to her back to visit the town, so she could take out some grain from her space to trade for meat.

As she arrived at the black market, she was immediately approached.

“Are you here to buy or sell?” a man asked, noticing the basket on her back.

“I’m here to buy as well as to sell,” Meng Yunhan replied in a quiet voice.

The man immediately understood her meaning.

“Follow me.”

After a moment of hesitation, Meng Yunhan followed him.

They stopped in a corner. “What do you want to buy and sell?” he asked.

“I sell grains and some produce, and I’m looking for pork.”

Seeing Meng Yunhan’s request, the man frowned, “How much meat do you need?”

“Ten to twenty pounds. By tomorrow at the latest. I have thirty pounds of corn flour and twenty pounds of rice in my basket,” Meng Yunhan stated her trade intentions.

The man was stunned to know that Meng Yunhan carried fifty pounds of grain, but his face soon lit up with joy. Given current crop conditions, grains were precious!

“The corn flour is a dollar per pound, rice is two dollars a pound, and the pork might be three dollars per pound. Sell the grain to me today, and by tomorrow I will provide you with twenty pounds of pork,” the man quickly calculated.

At this time, grains were quite expensive, and the price he offered was reasonable. Considering the large quantity of grains in her space, even though she had been adding grains to the rice tub daily, it seemed never-ending. She reckoned she had accumulated a thousand pounds by now.

Meng Yunhan was ready to leave her basket, but the man said, “Let’s get into the house for they have a scale in there.”.

Boldly, Meng Yunhan followed the man into the house.

Suddenly, he shouted, and a woman came out with a scale.

Meng Yunhan put down the basket, and the man weighed it. There were indeed thirty pounds of corn flour and twenty pounds of rice.

The man handed the money for the grains to Meng Yunhan, and reminded her, “Please come back at the same time tomorrow.”

“I will be back tomorrow,” Meng Yunhan said, strapping the empty basket to her back as she headed back home.

She hurried home with her empty basket, wondering if her son was fussy.