"Anle, wake up, we're here."

"Ah, so fast?"

Li Anle muttered, he slept really well this time.

"Lazy pig."

While Li Guoxi and Shi Qin were not paying attention, Han Rongrong made a face at Li Anle and whispered.

"Good men don't fight with little girls."

Li Anle came closer. "Do you have anything delicious in your little schoolbag?"

"No."

Han Rongrong held her small schoolbag and stayed away from Li Anle. Li Anle looked disappointed. "Oh, I'll treat you to some popsicles later."

"Why do you like to treat others to popsicles?"

"Well, I just like it."

The popsicles were delicious, so Li Anle changed the subject. "Let's go, let's go, it's my first time to visit a big store, I don't know what's fun."

At first glance, if nothing else is said, there are quite a lot of people. They are all dressed in gray and black, with few gray and blue, and few without pudding clothes.

Although he was a little worse for wear, it was as lively as the pedestrian street of later generations. Li Anle followed Li Guoxi and Shi Qin for fear of being squeezed away, but Han Rongrong looked around.

"Don't run around, be careful of being trafficked."

Li Anle was very wary of this strange era. In his impression, he might lose his life at any time in this era. If traffickers snatched him away, he would probably be doomed in this life. No matter how smart you were, he would just cut you off.

Even if it is divided into several pieces, you can’t just assemble it and survive.

Be careful, it's safe, Han Rongrong said, but he still listened to Li Anle's words and ran forward to hold Shi Qin's hand, which pushed Li Anle aside. "Auntie, don't they sell food here?"<

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"What a snack."

Li Anle curled his lips in disdain. "Mom, I'm hungry."

"I'm hungry right now. Come and eat a steamed bun."

Shi Qin spoke, took out a steamed bun and broke it in half. He handed the big half to Han Rongrong and the small half to Li Anle.

‘I am your biological son.’

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Li Anle puffed her lips. "Mom, I don't want to eat steamed buns."

"What do you eat if you don't eat steamed buns?"

"Eat delicious food."

"There's nothing to eat here."

Li Anle was stunned. The collection of feelings was completely different from that of later generations. The most sold here were various bamboo baskets, baskets, backpacks, dung machines, dustpans, plaques, or handmade mats made from grass or reeds.

Products.

As for food, only state-run restaurants can sell it to the outside world now. There is not even food for sale here, let alone meat. Occasionally, there may be some fish and game for sale secretly, and there are no industrial products.

After all, there are always militia patrols, as well as management patrols, and it is no joke to catch those who are opportunistic. The emphasis is on shooting, but the emphasis is on losing money and spending money in jail.

"What about selling piglets?"

"It depends on how you say it."

If you really want to talk about it, the farmer's own piglets can be sold, but there are regulations that members' homes are not allowed to raise sows, so they can only sell them secretly. Generally, the management turns a blind eye, after all, they are all around.

farmer.

In addition, the country encourages pig raising, so the problem is not big. Li Anle feels a little relieved. If buying piglets is regarded as speculation, Li Anle will go home immediately and go to work.

"There's a little piggy ahead."

"Quick."

The little piggy rarely appears, but there are already five or six people gathered here. The bald man has the same head shape as the male protagonist of Prison Break.

The little piglet was held in his arms like a treasure. Li Anle looked at it. It was not big, weighing about ten pounds, and it was quite clean, white and tender.

"How much?"

"Fifteen."

"So expensive."

I originally thought that seven or eight yuan would be enough for such a big piglet, but I didn't want to pay fifteen yuan. The price was a bit high.

"Look again."

"This price is equivalent to three times that of slaughtered pigs."

"I'm afraid it won't be easy to surrender."

The father and son squatted aside to calculate and wait for a while. Everyone was waiting and watching. After all, the price was a bit high. It was too risky to spend fifteen yuan in cash to buy a piglet.

"It can be lowered to some extent, otherwise it will be difficult to sell."

"Li Anle, there is also a pig seller in front." Han Rongrong and Shi Qin walked around and told the father and son the good news.

"Really?"

Normally it would be nice to meet a piglet seller, but I never thought I would be so lucky today. "Dad, let's go take a look."

When I came to the place, I saw a middle-aged man with two little piglets in a bamboo basket. The piglets were smaller and had thorny hair, which was not smooth at all. Moreover, the two piglets were lying in the bamboo basket and could not move very well.

.

"There's something wrong with this piggy."

Although Li Guoxi doesn't know how to raise pigs, the problem with the piglets in front of him is so obvious that even a fool can see it.

Li Anle looked more carefully. The two piglets were probably suffering from dysentery and possibly strongyloidiasis.

Li Anle sees this disease quite often, and it is considered a common disease. Although there are two symptoms, with good medicine, the probability of cure is still very high.

"These two little pigs have no energy."

Han Rongrong muttered, and Li Anle said that was not possible. He was almost dying of illness, but he still had the spirit of a hammer.

"How to sell?"

"Ten yuan each."

The middle-aged man didn't even raise his head. After all, Li Anle is a child, and he doesn't look like someone who can buy his piglets. This is not just teasing him.

"Forget it."

Li Anle gave Li Guoxi a look. Although he didn't quite understand why his son fell in love with these two sick pigs, as an old father he still had to cooperate. "Anle, let's go ahead and see if these pigs are expensive."

, it looks a bit small."

"Hmm."

After a while, the middle-aged pig seller raised his head and glanced at Li Anle and Li Guoxi. Li Anle was wearing a green military uniform, and Li Guoxi was also wearing shorts and a vest covered with urea bags.

This looks like a wealthy household, especially the clothes made from urea bags, which can only be worn by cadres. The urea content on Li Guoxi's chest is more than 50%, and the shiny urea on both sides of his shorts makes him look like a middle-aged pig seller.

In front of you.

Li Anle took advantage of his father's words to attract the attention of the middle-aged pig seller and gave Shi Qin a look.

"Rongrong, Auntie just saw that there is a pheasant feather seller in front of you. It's very beautiful. Come on, I'll take you to see it."

"Okay."

Han Rongrong was coaxed away, and Li Anle felt relieved and started bargaining.

"Five dollars for two, you little piggy can't stand it at first sight. I bought it for my son to play with."

Li Guoxi said, "I have money, so I can buy one as a toy for my children.

"Dad, this little pig is almost dead. I don't want it. I want a lively one. The one in front is also for sale, which is great." Li Anle lost his temper and refused to do it. When the seller saw Li Guoxi, he really planned to leave.

"Wait a minute, I'll give you two for ten yuan."

He had brought these two little piglets here early in the morning. Until now, few people have asked about the price. Many people shook their heads after looking at them.

He also knows that these two little piglets may not live for a few days. They are sick, and it is not good to take them home. If other little piglets are infected with the disease, his family's food rations this year will be lost.

.

"Ten dollars."

Li Guoxi took out a big stick, full of hesitation. "Anle, look."

"No, I want a good little pig."

"Eight yuan, eight yuan for you."
To be continued...