This was a small alley and few people lived in the area.
In an era where there was a shortage of goods, the population was small. Many had died of starvation. When the famine was at its most severe, the population in a town might even have decreased by two-thirds.
In the villages, some belonging to the poorer brigades had also died.
Now it was the seventies and things were much better. But the population was still small.
Gu Qingyao knew that Wang Guozhu had a small house here, where he brought grain to exchange on the black market.
He worked in a textile factory. His wife, Zhou Hong, also worked. The two of them were relatively well-off, and sometimes, they even managed to get a little extra food.
Gu Qingyao went over to the small house and glanced inside. Sure enough, Zhang Xiaohui and Gu Ruoqing were in there. She hurried back to the road to wait.
Sure enough, Wang Guozhu appeared at midday.
