They could only starve to death if there was no highly-priced grain from the black market.

“Bring me there. I want to exchange for more goods,” Gu Qingyao said.

She still had about seven to eight years before the free generation. She must be prepared for it.

Mo Beihan took her to a relatively remote place in the city. There were many small alleys and the houses were very dilapidated. There were no people living around.

When it was about to arrive, Mo Beihan asked Gu Qingyao to take out the things. The two of them carried a basket each. Mo Beihan's was much bigger, and all dumplings and wontons were placed inside.

The other sack was filled with various fine grains, with eggs placed on top.

There was also a sack with some coa.r.s.e grains, then fruits, and some preserved fruits made by Gu Qingyao.

Mo Beihan carried a basket on his back and a sack in one hand. Gu Qingyao looked at him and suddenly wanted to laugh.

He looked like some extra rich guy.

Mo Beihan checked the surrounding area in advance and knew that there was no one nearby, so when he arrived at the small courtyard, he knocked on the door.

The one who opened the door was a very innocent young man. He looked honest as well from the way he smiled.

He opened the door and saw Mo Beihan was wearing thick clothes. He was even covered by a scarf for most of his face. He couldn't see his face clearly, and he was still carrying two sacks in his hands. The boy's eyes moved, showing a very simple smile that made him appear stupid!

“Comrade, who are you looking for?”

Looking at this young boy, Gu Qingyao felt that he looked very familiar to her.

'Who is this?'

“We're looking for your boss, Du Guobang!” Mo Beihan said.

The boy's expression changed. It seemed like they knew his boss since they were able to call him by his name.

Mo Beihan said, “I have so many things in my hand, including fine grains, whole grains, meat and fruits, understand?”

The youth: “…”

They sold and purchased things here. There was nothing to hide since they knew the rules.

Mo Beihan and Gu Qingyao came in and the boy closed the door of the yard. He led the two of them into the hall where Du Guobang happened to be.

Mo Beihan put the two baskets on the ground and opened the cloth covering the baskets, revealing the frozen dumplings and wontons inside.

“These dumplings are homemade, all with white flour. There are ones with leek and egg stuffing, and cabbage and pork stuffing. They are very oily and tasty. You can cook a few and try it. This is the most suitable for… those who want to keep a low profile. They do not smell very meaty and the cooking time is short.”

Not to mention the boy next to him, even Du Guobang was surprised by the number of dumplings. Not many people could get so many at once in this era.

Du Guobang looked at Mo Beihan and thought for a long time, but he could not figure out who he was.

Mo Beihan laughed, “Don't worry. Since I can bring out so many things, it proves my background. You're not able to find any trouble with me. Naturally, I know what business you have since I'm here to look for you. I won't do anything to harm you as well. After all, those people behind you in your background are dealing with me!”

Du Guobang was stunned.

Then he laughed. The guy was a little rude but ambitious!

“You're really straightforward. Since this is the case, let me just say it directly. The price I charge here is a bit cheaper than the black market. The price of fine grain is four yuan a catty. This dumpling and wonton are indeed good, but they all follow the price of fine grain. What do you think?”

Mo Beihan nodded and accepted the offer.

Du Guobang winked at the young man and asked him to get some dumplings and wontons to cook and inspect.

The boy took two dumplings and a small handful of wontons and left.