Although the old woman was sad, she said, "Alright, I'll keep it for you. When we are meant to meet again, please don't reject me."
Feng Qingxue smiled and nodded. The two then parted ways.
Just as she was approaching another black market, Feng Qingxue suddenly stopped in her tracks, standing on the roadside without moving forward.
Because she saw many people scattering and fleeing, all in a hurried manner.
Some were quick-footed and ran at lightning speed away from the black market. The elderly and women who couldn't run fast were despairing. Standing nearby were young men and women wearing green military outfits with red armbands. Just looking at their outfits, it was hard to tell who they were, but clearly, they were inspecting illegal black market trades.
Trade in the underground market is illegal.
An old man wearing an old Zhongshan suit impatiently said, "Comrade, I was just resting under the old elm tree, why are you arresting me? Look, look, I have no money, no things."