'Came again, huh? You've been coming quite a lot these days, trading for game again?"
Old Niu skillfully took a steelyard from under the table. "The game from your mountains is really nice. If you have more in the future, could you send them all to me?"
Jiang Changhai smiled and secretly handed over a thick stack of cloth tickets, "The mountains are treacherous, we'll talk about it next time. Take a look at these, and exchange them for money. Give me a good price; these tickets aren't easy to come by."
Old Niu's eyes widened as he quickly pressed down the tickets with the steelyard, afraid that others might see. "You kid, where did you get so many tickets? Don't get into swindling when you're desperate—it can get you shot!"
He had almost been caught himself for speculative hoarding during strict checks.
Luckily, he was fast and clever, and he got away.