Of course, Jiang Yun knew Mu Xi well enough to know that the child definitely wouldn’t ask for more. She just felt sorry for her.
“How about this? We’ll give Xixi five hundred, then send Yueyue another two hundred. That should be fine, right?” Jiang Yun suddenly had an idea.
“But we only have a little over six hundred in total, don’t we?”
Jiang Yun choked for a moment. “We’ll borrow some. It doesn’t matter if things are a little harder for us. We have to give both children as much support as possible. They’re going alone to unfamiliar places where they don’t know anyone. The support we give them is what gives them confidence.”
“All right. Tomorrow, I’ll get an advance on my salary while I’m at it.” This time, Mu Changhong didn’t argue.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to give his daughter more money. He was simply afraid that his eldest daughter might feel uncomfortable about it. After all, theirs was a blended family. Only by treating everyone equally could they keep the family harmonious.
If the two of them, as parents, weren’t careful, they might inadvertently create unnecessary conflicts.
He had always preferred to avoid such things whenever possible.
Once they had settled the matter, the two of them went to sleep one after another.
Meanwhile, in the other room, Mu Xi bolted her door and entered the space, then began cultivating without any distractions.
At this stage, increasing her strength was the most important thing.
In the early hours of the morning, Mu Xi emerged from the space. After checking and confirming that her parents were both sound asleep, she quietly left the house.
Under the cover of night, everything outside was silent.
Mu Xi remained vigilant as she quickly left the workers’ residential compound. She found a secluded corner and disguised herself before taking out a basket of apples, strapping it to her back, and heading straight for the black market.
That’s right—time to make money!
The original owner had actually learned about this black market from Mu Changhong. Of course, he hadn’t openly told her about it. Instead, he had repeatedly warned her to stay far away from this area.
After all, it really was dangerous.
Some people could be arrested by the Little Red Guards just for passing by.
Her parents had been afraid that she might be mistakenly arrested.
The original owner had also been obedient. Since she had been told not to come here, she had always taken a detour around the area.
That saved Mu Xi the trouble of searching for it herself.
At the entrance to the black market, Mu Xi noticed two people secretly keeping watch. When she approached, one of them stopped her.
“Buying or selling?” The person deliberately lowered his voice.
Mu Xi also lowered her voice, making herself sound like a hoarse old woman. She showed him the contents of her basket.
“Selling.”
At this moment, her face was also that of an elderly woman covered in wrinkles.
Even her hands had been altered.
There was absolutely nothing that looked out of place.
The man looked her over from head to toe before nodding.
“Selling? Fifty cents.”
Mu Xi immediately understood. This was the entrance fee.
She took fifty cents from her pocket and handed it to him.
Seeing that she knew the rules, the man stepped aside and let her through.
Mu Xi successfully entered the black market.
Although it was called a black market, it was actually just a street lined with small stalls on both sides, each displaying things people had brought from home to sell.
There were actually quite a lot of people browsing.
Everyone looked here and there, and if they saw something they liked, they would ask the price and make a deal.
It was surprisingly orderly, and no one caused trouble.
More importantly, no one dared to cause trouble.
Anyone bold enough to run a black market at a time like this had to be daring and capable, and they definitely had someone powerful backing them. Otherwise, there was no way they could keep it running.
Mu Xi paid no attention to anyone else. She found a spot, put down her basket, then lifted the cloth covering it to reveal the large, bright-red apples inside.
In an instant, several people were drawn over.
“How much are your apples?”
“One yuan and fifty cents per jin. Fixed price.” Mu Xi looked up, neither servile nor overbearing.
“One-fifty? Are you robbing people? Apples at the supply and marketing cooperative are only fifty cents per jin.”
“Exactly. Make them a little cheaper. We genuinely want to buy some.”
“One-fifty really is a little expensive. How about one yuan per jin?”