This Moutai, which was snapped up by countless people in later generations, now only costs 7 or 8 yuan a bottle.

Even if converted into the normal salary of 20 to 30 yuan for today's workers, this price is definitely very cost-effective.

In later generations, a bottle would cost two or three thousand yuan, and an average person’s monthly salary was only enough to buy one bottle.

And after inflation, money is no longer valuable, but Moutai liquor remains strong!

"No, I just plan to bring two bottles back for my dad to try before I leave."

Yes, she planned to buy two bottles every time she went to a restaurant from today on, and save them all after returning home so that she could become a big dog buyer later!

Ge Yanjun was stunned, and couldn't help praising Ye Xiaojiao for being filial. Finally, he didn't forget to fantasize: "If my daughter can buy me some wine in the future, I will laugh out loud in my dreams!"

Ye Xiaojiao felt a little sad when she heard this and sighed softly.

In this life, yes!

After eating and drinking, when the few people said goodbye, Ge Yanjun insisted on giving the bottle of Moutai to Ye Xiaojiao, saying that it was a gift for Ye's father whom he had never met.

When I have the chance to meet him again, I will definitely have a good drink with him.

The Ye family brothers and sisters: "..."

Unable to refuse, Ye Xiaojiao had no choice but to agree. She secretly decided to bring more gifts for the girl tomorrow.

On the way back, Ye San couldn't help but sigh: "This brother is such an open-minded person, worthy of making close friends. He must have a lot of friends!"

The corners of Ye Xiaojiao's mouth twitched slightly. Maybe it's because men and women think differently.

In the eyes of Ge Yanjun's wife, perhaps her husband, who often invites friends over and spends lavishly to treat them to dinner, is not so pleasing.

This is not to whitewash, there must be certain problems in their relationship.

It’s just that his wife chose to solve the problem in the most wrong and stupid way.

Have a good night's sleep~

The next day, Ye Xiaojiao and the other two went to the supply and marketing cooperative first.

Buy, buy, buy!

This was one of their primary tasks on this trip.

As expected, Ye Xiaojiao saw the "Yong'an" brand soap produced by her own company on the counter, and she was immediately delighted.

It seems that Director Hu of the county supply and marketing cooperative really has some skills and he was able to actually distribute the goods to the provincial capital.

Ye Xiaojiao picked and chose, and finally her eyes fell on a set of ten pretty pink Barbie dolls.

"This set costs 38 yuan."

The salesperson just looked up and said calmly.

Ye Xiaojiao was fine, but Ye San's eyes widened and he blurted out, "How much?"

"38! If you think it's too expensive, don't buy it, poor bastard."

The young and fashionable saleswoman said with disdain after looking Ye San and his companions from head to toe.

Ye San!!

Ye Xiaojiao quickly grabbed her third brother and told him not to act impulsively.

These days, sales clerks all over the country are cut from the same mold—all with their noses looking up.

But Ye San really couldn't swallow this. It was just a toy, but it was treated more expensively than a worker's monthly salary. What was wrong with complaining?

"You can't afford it anywhere. The soap you just bought is made in our commune."

The saleswoman was stunned at first, then sneered:

"Even if you are bragging, at least you should brag about something. Do you know how hard it is to get this thing? I'm afraid you don't even use soap on a regular basis. How can you, a peasant from the city, really think you are rich?"

This time Ye San was really angry, so angry that he was fuming and his whole body was shaking.

Ye Xiaojiao's face also turned ugly. It was understandable to be a little arrogant, but this was obviously too much.

Ye Xiaojiao pointed at the words printed on the soap wrapper and said directly:

"Comrade, the leader taught us to seek truth from facts. This Yong'an brand soap is indeed produced by our commune. If you really don't believe it, we are happy to welcome you to visit.

Besides, we are all contributing our youth and enthusiasm to the motherland and the construction of socialism! Only in the evil old society were people divided into high and low. I think your thoughts are very dangerous and you are not suitable for such an important position! "

The saleswoman's face turned paler and paler as she listened, and finally turned pale at the last sentence. She immediately retorted: "No, you are talking nonsense! I didn't..."

Ye Xiaojiao interrupted her mercilessly, expressing her grief even more vividly.

Of course, there was also some appropriate anger, and even his eyes were slightly red:

"Even the leaders are praising the hard work of farmers, but you are looking down on our group. Comrade, I want to ask you, which grain of food you eat was not produced by our hard work and sweat?"

The commotion here had already attracted some customers to watch.

Ye Xiaojiao's powerful words resonated with everyone.

I don't know who started it, but thunderous applause broke out instantly.

Everyone looked at the saleswoman with condemnation and contempt. One kindhearted lady even said directly, "Well said! You mocked me for being fat before, now let everyone see how well-mannered you are!"

"Me too. Last time, he gave me two cents less in change and insisted that I remembered it wrong, and in the end he didn't give me the money."

"That time he was staring at my boyfriend!"

“…”

For a moment, the onlookers talked at once, and expressed all the resentment that had been buried deep in their hearts.

The saleswoman never expected that things would develop to such an extent, and she became panicked.

"Ah, I didn't...I..."

Ye Xiaojiao continued to pretend to be a little white flower and looked pitiful.

In fact, her heart was already filled with joy.

You are too young to fight with your sister~

The chaos here attracted the director of the commune, and people reluctantly made way for him.

By the time the director came in from outside, he had already understood the general situation from everyone's chattering, and his face immediately darkened.

The female salesperson originally wanted to turn the tables and act aggrieved and pitiful, but when she looked up and saw her manager's cold expression, she instantly swallowed back the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

"I, I didn't..."

The director of the supply and marketing cooperative snorted coldly, ignored her, turned around and said to everyone: "Everyone, this time it is our commune's fault. Please be magnanimous and don't hold it against us."

He looked at Ye Xiaojiao again and said hurriedly, "Comrade, I'm sorry for making you feel wronged. I failed to educate my employees well, and I apologize to you here."

As the director spoke, he glanced at the soaps implicitly, feeling a little hot in his heart. No wonder he had never been able to find out which factory "Yong'an" was produced in. It turned out to be a commune!

Ye Xiaojiao shook her head: "No, you don't need to apologize to me."

The other party was stunned, and then heard her cold voice -