Zhang Xudong put the things he bought into his backpack, and then went to the counter selling cigarettes, alcohol and tea.

The cigarettes on the counter are okay, there are four or five brands, but the wine on the shelves is a bit disappointing.

There were five bottles of Moutai and three bottles of locally produced Shazhen Daqu on the shelf.

"Comrade, how much is this Moutai liquor?" Zhang Xudong asked the after-sales staff.

"Do you have tickets?" the salesperson asked, looking at Zhang Xudong and curling his lips.

"Yes, I have five wine tickets," Zhang Xudong said quickly.

"Moutai is eight yuan a bottle, and Daqu is one yuan and twenty cents a bottle. Even if you have more tickets, you can only buy two bottles. What do you want?" The salesperson then said a few more words.

"Why aren't you allowed to buy more?" Zhang Xudong asked puzzledly?

"You're not hungry, are you? Our monthly food coupons have been reduced from 29 kilograms to 23 kilograms. What does this mean?"

the salesperson asked weakly.

"What? What does it mean? My brother is getting married the day after tomorrow, so he asked me to buy a few bottles of wine. How does it have to do with your food coupons?" Zhang Xudong said naively.

"You idiot, it means there is a shortage of food. How can we make wine without food? I only have a few bottles of wine here. What should I do if you buy them all? How can you be so young and still have no awareness?" said the salesperson.

Well, let's just buy two bottles of wine and go. These two sentences have already raised my ideological awareness, and I dare not let others raise it any further.

"Then comrade, I'll just take two bottles of Moutai." Zhang Xudong quickly took out the money and ticket and handed them to the salesperson.

The salesperson took the money and ticket but didn't issue a ticket immediately. Instead, he looked around and saw that no one was around. Then he came up to Zhang Xudong and asked:

"Little brother, your brother can get married at this time, which means your family has enough food. Do you have any extra food? I'll trade it for you."

Zhang Xudong muttered to himself when he heard it, "Who would dare to exchange things with you if you just open your mouth and realize it? Even if you have it, you have to say no."

"No, no, there's no extra food. You can't get it even if you have money and tickets.

"My brother was betrothed when he was young. He's not young anymore, and it would be awkward if he didn't marry my sister-in-law. That's why we had to make this a big deal. Otherwise, who would be willing to speak up?" Zhang Xudong said nonsense.

"You're right, more mouths mean more food consumption," the salesperson said without further ado after hearing what Zhang Xudong said.

The salesperson issued a ticket, and after another round of aerial grabbing, Zhang Xudong finally got two bottles of wine.

But this time it was much faster because they were going to eat.

Zhang Xudong put the two bottles of wine into the backpack and said, "Let's go quickly, we can't stay here anymore."

The salesperson only has one hour for lunch. If we delay him, we will be hated.

Zhang Xudong left the department store and headed to the state-owned cafeteria to try the chef's cooking. Telling Aunt Zhao he was just going out for a free meal was just an excuse. These days, food is precious to everyone.

Not far from the department store was the Qingshan County state-owned canteen. In the original owner's memory, the shredded pork noodles made by the chef there were quite good.

Zhang Xudong walked to the door of the state-owned canteen. There was a small blackboard hanging next to the door.

On the blackboard was written: Today's Servings: Shredded Pork Noodles, Steamed Buns. Simple and clear.

Zhang Xudong walked into the cafeteria. A girl about eighteen or nineteen years old sitting behind the counter asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Zhang Xudong was stunned. Could he still order food?

"Big sister, what do you have?"

"Isn't everything written on the blackboard outside the door? Can't you read?"

Zhang Xudong rolled his eyes after hearing this and said, "With just those two things, you still ask me what I want to eat?"

I want to eat spicy hot pot, do you have it? But I can only think about it in my mind and never say it out loud.

"Sister, I want a bowl of shredded pork noodles and a pound of steamed buns." Zhang Xudong quickly asked for food.

"One pound and three ounces of grain coupons, one ounce of meat coupons, and forty-five cents." said the girl, who was not sure whether she was a cashier or a waitress.

Zhang Xudong saw a price list posted next to the window where food was served in the kitchen. It said that a bowl of shredded pork noodles cost three taels of grain coupons, one tael of meat coupons and twenty-five cents.

Four steamed buns weighing one pound each cost one pound of food coupons and two cents.

Zhang Xudong paid the money and the ticket. The girl issued a ticket, stamped it, and handed it to the kitchen.

"Wait here to pick up your food." The girl pointed to the window where food was served from the kitchen, indicating that my work was done.

Zhang Xudong waited for a moment, and four steamed buns were handed out first. Zhang Xudong quickly took them and said, "If you don't take them, there are people waiting to take them."

Zhang Xudong sat at a table with a steamed bun, waiting for the kitchen to make noodles.

Zhang Xudong took a look at the steamed bun wrapped in oil paper and found it was genuine. The "one jin of steamed bun" people mentioned should refer to the steamed bun made with one jin of dry flour.

After a few minutes, someone called out from the window asking me to bring the noodles.

Zhang Xudong hurried over and said, "Okay, this is really a good deal."

The bowl, which was big enough to hold your head, was filled to the brim with noodles.

Zhang Xudong carefully placed a bowl of noodles on the table.

This large bowl was so full that the soup would flow onto your hands if you shook it even a little.

After putting a bowl of noodles on the table, Zhang Xudong found that his four steamed buns were gone, and the steamed buns flew away.

Zhang Xudong immediately turned his head to look at the wall outside the door and saw a small figure almost running across the street.

This is outrageous. In broad daylight, in the open, you snatched away my things. I don't even want to survive in this world anymore.

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