The tickets in Feng Mian's hand were about to expire, and the watch ticket, bicycle ticket and business ticket he needed were picked up by a well-dressed middle-aged woman who was going to marry her son.

"Your contract is about to expire, give it to me at a lower price."

"Okay, fifty bucks, how about that?"

Both were furtive and scared.

The old lady said, "Okay, fifty is fifty. Let's go to the side."

The two of them went to an empty alley to trade. Feng Mian thought that since she was going to marry a daughter-in-law, he asked, "Auntie, do you want cloth coupons and cotton coupons?"

"Yes, do you have it?"

"I have some, how many do you want?"

"How many do you have?"

this……

"Wait a moment, let me take a look."

She turned around and used her mind to take out all the tickets that had been collected. There weren't many, actually. The cloth tickets could probably make four or five sets of clothes, and the cotton tickets were enough for two quilts.

"That's all, what do you think?"

The old lady was so happy that she kept saying, "Yes, I want them all."

The old lady paid another ten dollars to buy the tickets.

Looking at the old lady's crooked smile, Feng Mian felt that he had sold it too cheaply. You know, in the planned economy era, the supply of cloth coupons was really limited.

If someone wanted to get married, they would have to borrow a lot of cloth coupons from half the village to afford it.

When she wanted to sell business tickets and bicycle tickets, she asked Gu Yuelin for the approximate price, and it was true that those that were about to expire would be cheaper.

But she didn't know the value of the cloth and cotton coupons.

From now on, this job should be left to ticket scalpers, she is not suitable for it.

It's spring now, and some nylon stockings are already on the shelves in department stores.

Feng Mian has found a business opportunity. She is going to sell old Shanghai nylon stockings at the market tomorrow.

After making up my mind, I went to the newspaper office and bought the latest newspaper.

Relying on memory, one can only remember some vague time points. In the era when there was no Internet, if one wanted to get first-hand information, one had to read newspapers.

She bought the newspaper and rode her bike home. It was past four o'clock when she got home.

Gu Yuelin was leaving at five o'clock, so she had to cook first.

Light the fire, heat the pot, cook rice, spinach soup, and stir-fry cabbage.

Don't eat meat every day. Eating too much meat will make you feel sick.

Seeing that it was rice again, Gu Yuelin began to secretly worry that his family would run out of food.

It’s no problem for my wife to eat alone, she eats little, only a small bowl at each meal.

But he was very hungry after working and had to eat three bowls of rice. Wouldn’t this make his wife go bankrupt?

He finished his meal first and asked Feng Mian, "Where is our rice?"

Feng Mian pointed casually, "In the big vat at the back."

What a big rice jar.

This was ordered by Fengmian on Taobao. It was filled with rice.

I thought he would feel relieved after reading it, but unexpectedly, after reading it, his brows furrowed more and more.

"This is the first time I've seen such good rice. Where did you buy it?"

Feng Mian's heart skipped a beat and he drank the last mouthful of soup in the bowl.

She turned around and looked at him: "Hey, did you forget about the contract? Didn't you write it? Can't you ask me about my personal matters? I didn't even ask you where you bought the tickets."

Gu Yuelin was slightly startled. "Didn't we eat the rice together? Is this your private property?"

"Of course. There's a note at the back. Did you forget to read it?"

"annotation?"

"Well, anything I don't want to say is my private matter. If you don't believe me, I'll show it to you again."