Yang Jun spread his hands and sighed: "What else can I say?"

"One dollar and seventy pounds." Yang Jun said.

"Why don't you go and grab it?" Ji Demin was shocked when he heard this and said with a pinched neck.

"Oh, am I not robbing you?"

"You... okay, don't bring a ticket."

When Yang Jun heard this, he immediately rolled his eyes.

Now in the market, pork has been sold for one yuan and sixty pounds, which is double the original price. And even at this price, no one wants to buy the meat.

Only one pig is killed in the wet market every day, and this pig is not big, only weighing less than 200 kilograms at most. After the pig is killed, it cannot be placed on the stall.

Most of these porks have been sold out in advance by various internal relationships, so ordinary citizens cannot see what the pork looks like at all.

This is a typical marketable but priceless thing.

When is the richest time in the hands of ordinary people now, it must be now.

Because the meat stamps cannot be spent, and they are all kept in hand.

As for Lao Ji's suggestion of not bringing a ticket, it seems like he is taking advantage, but in fact it has no impact at all.

There is a ticket but no meat, and the meat ticket stub has no effect.

Therefore, it doesn't matter if you want meat tickets or not, but at the rate of one yuan and seventy pounds, Yang Jun still makes a net profit of ten cents per pound.

"Okay, I'll come to the warehouse tonight."

Yang Jun didn't bother to argue about the meat tickets and simply agreed.

"What warehouse?" Ji Demin asked.

Yang Jun gestured towards Li Tiezhu with his chin and said, "Let Li Gangtou take you there tonight."

After Ji Demin heard this, he thought for a moment and didn't ask any more questions.

Afterwards, the two changed the subject, and no one mentioned pork.

Cui Hongying was scraping pig hair with boiling water next to the pool. A large piece of red meat was placed in the pool. The kitchen knife in her hand kept scraping back and forth on the pig skin, making a "squeaking" sound.

All the people in the yard were attracted at once, whether adults or children, their eyes were fixed on the pork, their Adam's apples were moving up and down, and the sound of swallowing could be heard from time to time.

"Aunt Li, can you please even out half a pound of meat? My iron egg hasn't tasted meat in half a year."

asked a middle-aged woman next to her.

Hearing this, Cui Hongying raised her head and smiled at her and said: "Tiedanma, I'm sorry, this meat was brought by comrades from Sanjiang. I can't make the decision randomly. If it's mine, let alone half a catty, it's just a pound."

It doesn’t matter if I give it to you for free.”

Tiedan Mama curled her lips when she heard this.

Even a fool can tell that this is Chi Guoguo showing off.

If you don't want to be even, then it's not even. Why use Sanjiang comrades as a shield.

After hearing what Cui Hongying said, the other neighbors were too embarrassed to speak again, so they quickly took their children home.

Cui Hongying looked at the people leaving, a look of pride flashed in her eyes.

I usually borrow a green onion or two pounds of stick noodles from you, but looking at the way you are picking at it, it seems like you are afraid you won't be able to pay it back.

Now I see my family eating pork dumplings, are you greedy?

If I had known today, why did I do it in the first place?

When Yang Jun and Ji Demin saw this, their comrades did not laugh at Aunt Li's narrow peasant ideas.

Because this is the norm.

In an era when supplies are extremely scarce, no one is so generous as to be generous to others.
Chapter completed!