After finishing the washing, Chen Xiayue and Zhang Chengchuan went back to the house. The couple looked at the farm with thousands of kilograms of wheat and processed the wheat into flour.

"You go to bed early, you have to go to the black market tomorrow morning." Chen Xiayue patted Zhang Chengchuan on the shoulder and said.

Zhang Chengchuan looked at his beautiful wife and thought that she was not in good health, so he had no intention of tossing her. What she said was right. In the early morning, he had to go out to sell the flour while it was dark, and he had to come back before dawn and go to bed early.

Chen Xiayue looked at him, and when she saw him sleeping with a pillow, she was a little envious. She wanted this skill of sleeping with a pillow.

In her previous life, she was under a lot of pressure, and she was in a day and night because she needed to shoot videos and edit videos. She often stayed up late and her nerves were weakened. So she also had insomnia and had a very bad sleep.

The nerves in the body are not exhausted now, but the heart itself is not very good, so of course it is impossible to sleep too well, so Chen Xiayue really envies people with good sleep quality.

However, Chen Xiayue closed her eyes and fell asleep in a daze for a while. Because she was awakened by the system's alarm clock when she didn't want to sleep, she did not plant wheat at night, but corn.

Corn will be harvested for 3 hours, so Chen Xiayue only needs to get up twice in the evening, and she doesn’t have to wake up every 20 minutes to harvest wheat.

It was a good night's dream. In the early morning, the alarm clock set by Chen Xiayue rang. It was four o'clock in the morning. Zhang Chengchuan had to get up and go to the county town.

The processing workshop on the farm can still be processed into food. Chen Xiayue is too lazy to get up to make breakfast for Zhang Chengchuan, so she directly uses the processing workshop on the farm to process into food.

The farm processing workshop only needs wheat to process bread, and even butter and sugar, so Chen Xiayue processed the bread for Zhang Chengchuan.

A loaf of bread was as big as an adult man's slap. Chen Xiayue gave Zhang Chengchuan five so that he would not go hungry.

"You ride a bicycle, after all, our brigade is a bit far from the county town." Chen Xiayue told him, "If you want flour, bring a hundred kilograms."

"Okay." Zhang Chengchuan nodded while eating bread. Chen Xiayue took an enamel cup and poured him a glass of water.

The enamel quilt and thermos were her dowry. Of course, the thermos was not new but used for one or two years. Chen Xiayue didn’t have the nerve to ask for a new thermos. You should know that in this era, thermos was also difficult to buy.

Zhang Chengchuan had a kettle, which his elder brother brought back to him, so Zhang Chengchuan filled a kettle of water from the thermos, took the remaining four bread and rode a bicycle with a hundred kilograms of flour.

Chen Xiayue sighed as he left, hoping that he could go smoothly. It doesn’t matter whether the flour can be sold, but Zhang Chengchuan’s safety is the most important thing.

Chen Xiayue looked at the time. It was still past four o'clock now, and she had no intention of getting up early. After returning to the house, she lay down with her eyes closed and planned to go back to sleep.

It took Zhang Chengchuan about this hour to arrive at the county town, and the county town was also restored to silence at five o'clock. Zhang Chengchuan used to enter the black market, so he went in directly this time.

Of course, Chen Xiayue gave him permission to put away his bicycle and the flour could only be taken out after he arrived in the county town. Otherwise, what should I do if I was seen on the road?

Zhang Chengchuan felt that the farm system of his wife was very convenient, and it was very convenient to grow such high-yield and fast-growing grains and store things.

Of course, Zhang Chengchuan entered the black market not for his original appearance. He disguised himself as an ordinary middle-aged man.

After Zhang Chengchuan arrived at the black market, he found a place to take out the flour, then set up a stall, waiting for someone to come and buy it.

The food is very popular this year, and the more than 50 kilograms of flour that Zhang Chengchuan took out is very attractive.

Even though most of the people here eat rice, who doesn’t want flour? Someone came over to ask for the price.

The price of flour is sold at the market price, which is a ticket. If you don’t have a ticket, you will have a little more money. After all, you need tickets to buy things these days.

Zhang Chengchuan didn’t want food coupons, he wanted a lot of tickets. Anyway, his family didn’t have many tickets. If he changed the ticket, he could buy something else.

Fifty kilograms of flour seemed to be quite large, but only two or three people bought the fifty kilograms of flour in front of Zhang Chengchuan.

One of the customers is the leader of the black market. Zhang Chengchuan has met several times, but the other party doesn't know Zhang Chengchuan.

"Brother Zheng, do you still want flour?" Zhang Chengchuan asked. He didn't plan to sell flour at the black market every day, so he planned to find someone to take over a large amount of flour.

"I still have a few thousand kilograms of flour in my place, just the same as what I sell today." Zhang Chengchuan said. His wife planted more than 10,000 kilograms of wheat a day yesterday, almost 20,000 kilograms. After selling 10,000 kilograms to the system, the rest was ground into flour.

Zhang Chengchuan had no intention of selling all the flour at once, and he could sell about two or three thousand kilograms, and the rest would be sold later.

Zheng Jun, who was Zhang Chengchuan's "Brother Zheng" when he heard him, looked at him, "Are you saying true? Do you still have thousands of kilograms of flour there?"

"Of course it's true, why am I lying to you?" Zhang Chengchuan asked back.

"If you still have thousands of kilograms of flour, I'll ask for it all." Zheng Jun said.

"Okay, Brother Zheng, I will give you two thousand kilograms of flour." Zhang Chengchuan said.

"Just two thousand kilograms? Didn't you say there are several thousand kilograms there?" Zheng Jun said unwillingly. If you can collect more flour, of course the more, the better.

"I have to find other ways, right? Brother Zheng, you should also know the reason why you can't put eggs in a basket, right?" Zhang Chengchuan said with a smile.

Zheng Jun looked at Zhang Chengchuan seriously, nodded helplessly and said, "Okay."

What if he doesn't agree? The flour belongs to others. If they want to take two thousand pounds, it's better than nothing.

Zhang Chengchuan smiled and after making an appointment with Zheng Jun, he started preparing. He used the contact information of the farm system to tell his wife that she would give him the right to put two thousand kilograms of flour.

After Chen Xiayue received the message, she gave him permission. Unexpectedly, Zhang Chengchuan was so capable. She thought it would be good if he could sell 100 kilograms of flour, but this guy actually sold her 2,000 kilograms.

The location agreed by Zhang Chengchuan and Zheng Jun was relatively hidden, and under the inspection of the farm system, he knew that there were no people around him, so he directly released the flour.

After Zhang Chengchuan put out the flour, he went to Zheng Jun and asked him to inspect the flour.

The quality of flour is very good, so Zheng Jun finally gave Zhang Chengchuan more than 200 yuan.

In this era, rice and flour cost one cent per pound. Even if the price on the black market is a little higher than two cents, it will not be higher than two cents. Therefore, two thousand kilograms of flour sold for more than two hundred yuan.
Chapter completed!