The next morning, Lin Chen carried Jiang Ning on his bicycle, while Lin Qiao followed behind on her own bicycle, and they arrived at No. 6 Middle School.

They first went to the registration desk to pay the fees and register, then picked up their textbooks, and then went to the cafeteria to pay for their rice.

Along the way, we encountered many students who all looked on with envy.

The quality of high schools in that era was uneven. Since the Cultural Revolution, some high schools were even out of control, with some students working part-time and attending classes for half a day before being forced to leave.

The management of No. 6 Middle School is fairly good; every year, major factories in the county will provide some job openings.

Although most of these recruitment positions were taken by those with connections, some high-achieving students were able to pass the exams based on their own merits.

The students at the school have also become polarized: those who want to change their fate through studying study hard, while those who have little hope are just there to coast through life.

Drinking, smoking, gambling, fighting, and brawling are not uncommon in schools.

Lunch was eaten at school. Students had to contribute 30 jin of rice. Those who didn't have money at home could contribute sweet potatoes. The dishes were divided into three grades: A, B, and C. Students used money and grain coupons to buy vegetable tickets and get the dishes.

The first-class dishes have both meat and vegetables, such as cabbage stewed with sliced ​​meat. The second-class dishes do not have sliced ​​meat, but they have meat broth, which is acceptable. The third-class dishes are just vegetable leaves boiled in water, without any oil at all.

The fact that the gap between the rich and poor is small in this era does not mean that there is no gap.

Lin Qiao used to eat dishes that weren't even considered "Category C" food. Instead, she would bring pickled radish strips and pickled cowpeas from home and eat them with sweet potatoes.

Lin Zhoushi didn't want Lin Qiao to continue her studies because she thought the tuition was too expensive and the amount of sweet potatoes she received was too much. She felt that girls were like water spilled from a cup, and spending a penny on them would be a waste.

This time, Lin Chen not only paid the full tuition fee of eight yuan and fifty cents, but also paid thirty kilograms of rice.

Then he bought 100 days' worth of first-class food tickets at once. Each food ticket cost 30 cents, which was 30 yuan.

Lin Qiao was so moved she almost cried.

Jiang Ning wiped away her tears and smiled, "Silly girl, our family is rich now, so don't feel burdened. Just focus on your studies."

Don't listen to the nonsense that girls are like water spilled from a house; that's because those people treat girls like water, throwing them away without expecting anything in return. Everyone has their own value; as long as you don't deny yourself, you will definitely shine in the future.

"Okay, I've got it." Lin Qiao carried the books into the classroom.

Lin Chen promised to pick her up that evening.

Twenty miles is an hour and a half to walk, but only half an hour to cycle.

Let's put the matter of buying a bicycle on hold for now. There are quite a few bad kids at school, and if she rides a bicycle, it will only bring trouble.

Lin Chen and Jiang Ning parted ways after leaving the school and reaching the main road.

Lin Chen was going to the county to continue selling things. Those large items were still a potential problem. If he got caught by the officers with red armbands, he would definitely be shot.

Jiang Ning said she wanted to go home, so she found a secluded spot and entered the space.

She wanted to see exactly how Lin Chen sold the goods.

After observing him all the way, I realized that Lin Chen was really cunning. He made a point of getting along with the older women in the factory's residential building, bribing them with free eggs and vegetables to get them to help spread the word behind his back.

The word spread quickly, and he sold more and more tickets.

I came out late today, but I still sold more than twenty tickets.

Trading started at 11 a.m. as usual, and there were so many people that we had to wait in line.

One of the people who had bought a ticket, a bespectacled and rather refined-looking man, probably annoyed by the long wait, started yelling at Lin Chen to refund his ticket.

It had been agreed that the tickets were non-refundable, so Lin Chen did not agree to it.

"Comrade, you know this stuff is rare. I guarantee I'll get it to you within half an hour!"

Everyone said that if they wanted to get something, what was there to be afraid of waiting? At the department store, people would queue for ages and still not be able to buy it.

The bespectacled man couldn't wait a minute longer and threatened:

"If you don't give me back one dollar, I'll report you."

Lin Chen was so angry that he had no choice but to refund him one yuan and get the ticket back.

Everyone called him a villain!

Unexpectedly, a quarter of an hour later, an administrator wearing a red armband was brought over by him.

Lin Chen went to move some things and didn't come back. The administrator saw the group of people gathered and angrily asked them what they were doing.

"We didn't do anything, just chatted," everyone said in unison.

The bespectacled man hurriedly said, "They all have receipts. That guy named Xiao Lin went to the warehouse to move goods, he'll be here soon. They're engaging in speculation."

"You're talking nonsense. We don't have any tickets. Can't we even chat?"

Just then, Lin Chen appeared.

However, he had nothing in his hands.

Jiang Ning, disguised as Brother Biao, appeared just in time and had already tipped him off.

The bespectacled man quickly identified him, and said that he would have the manager search the warehouse and they would definitely find something, catching him red-handed.

Lin Chen naturally wouldn't let him have his way, and the bespectacled man led the way, insisting on following the direction he had come from to find the warehouse.

"Open the door," the administrator ordered.

Lin Chen was slightly taken aback. Wasn't Boss Biao here just now? Why is the door locked now? Perfect, he didn't ask for the key, so he can't open the door.

The administrator was furious and yelled:

"I'm on official business. If you don't obey, I'll take you straight to the police station."

He even tried to grab Lin Chen's clothes, but he was shorter than Lin Chen, so he gave up.

Just as tensions were about to escalate, Jiang Ning appeared, toying with a key in her hand.

"You just want to check the warehouse, right? What if there's nothing inside?" He shook his leg, put his hands on his hips, and looked like he was not to be trifled with.

The bespectacled man clenched his fists and said angrily, "If there's nothing else, I don't want these glasses."

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