The winter wind blew on Liu Xiaojun's face, and he was woken up by the wind while he was sleeping comfortably.

Liu Xiaojun looked around and saw smoke rising from the small village at the foot of the mountain. People had already started cooking. It should be around four or five in the afternoon.

It seems that I overslept again like last time, and I will have to stay up very late at night.

Liu Xiaojun couldn't help but hold his forehead. It would be much more convenient if he had a bicycle. He could ride back in half an hour at most, unlike now when he has to walk for most of the day.

When I have money, I will get a bicycle!

When I walked over to the traps, I saw that all three traps were filled with goods!

Liu Xiaojun's eyes lit up. It was indeed an enhanced trap clamp.

Two hares and a pheasant. I weighed them with my hands. The hare was not small, weighing five kilograms. The pheasant was a little bigger than last time, weighing more than four kilograms.

Liu Xiaojun happily tied them all around their legs and threw them into his backpack, then walked down the mountain.

As soon as I left the village, I met an old man in a tattered cotton jacket driving an ox cart. However, it was different from the ox carts seen in later generations. There was a rectangular or trapezoidal hood on the ox cart.

Looking at the direction of the car, it seemed to be going into the city. If I could get on this ox cart, I wouldn't have to walk back.

Liu Xiaojun hurried forward a few steps: "Uncle, are you driving this ox cart into the city?"

"Yeah, what's the matter, young man? You want to take a ride?" The old man turned his head and looked at Liu Xiaojun with a cigarette in his mouth.

Liu Xiaojun: "Yes, I just happened to meet you. Would you mind giving me a ride? I can pay."

The old man was cheerful, and when he smiled he discovered that he was missing a front tooth: "Why do you want money? Just give me a cigarette."

cigarette?

Liu Xiaojun was stunned. He didn't have any cigarettes.

"Uncle, I don't have any cigarettes, but I have cigarette coupons. Can you take a look at them?"

"Oh, cigarette tickets are good things. You can still buy cigarettes these days, but they are hard to come by. You can do it, young man! I can exchange them for the cigarette tickets later. It's not a big deal."

When Liu Xiaojun heard that the old man agreed to let him take the ride, he immediately took out a cigarette ticket from his pocket and handed it to him.

I kept this cigarette ticket in my pocket and never knew what to do with it, but now it finally comes in handy.

"Hey, young man, these are Class B cigarette tickets! I, an old man, have really found a great bargain today. Tomorrow, I can use these tickets to exchange for good cigarettes. It's great!"

"Uncle, I don't smoke. Can you tell me what's so special about this cigarette?"

"Oh, I didn't realize you were so capable."

"We really need to talk about this. Be careful, when you give gifts to elders during festivals, you have to give the right cigarettes. If you give the wrong ones, it will be embarrassing, it will be so unkind, and we will lose face! Is that right?"

As soon as the old man picked up a cigarette, he immediately became energetic.

Liu Xiaojun nodded: "Yes, yes, you are right, sir."

Uncle: "You know you need cigarette coupons to buy cigarettes, right?"

Liu Xiaojun: "I know."

The old man continued, "There are three kinds of cigarette tickets: Class A, Class B, and Class C. I, after all, have two years of education, and even with this little ink, I can tell that the one you gave me is a Class B cigarette ticket."

"Let's talk about those Class A cigarette tickets. Wow, a pack of them costs around 40 cents, which is not cheap. Class B cigarettes are 30 cents a pack, and Class C cigarettes are even cheaper, 20 cents a pack. Anyway, they all have different prices, and there are a lot of things to pay attention to."

Li Xiaojun had nothing to do anyway, so he listened with great interest: "Uncle, could you please tell me more about this? What else is there to be said about it?"

Uncle: "It's just for the sake of the cigarette ticket. Most cigarettes on the market don't have filters. For example, the Class A cigarettes, such as Shanghai Peony and Phoenix, don't have filters."

"Most people know about Grade B cigarettes like Daqianmen, Dazhongjiu, Evergrande, and Double Happiness. You've probably heard of them, right?"

Hearing the old man's words, Liu Xiaojun replied: "Double Happiness? Isn't that a badminton brand?"

Liu Xiaojun: "I haven't heard of Double Happiness, but Daqianmen does sound familiar."

The old man continued: "I guess you city people don't like these Class C cigarettes. Only old men like me smoke them."

Liu Xiaojun: "Don't say that, uncle. No matter where you are, whether you are from the city or the countryside, it's already very difficult for anyone to survive these days."

When the old man heard this, he realized it made sense: "I just love talking to reasonable people like you. I smoke Pegasus and Red Gold, you haven't heard of them, have you?"

Liu Xiaojun was indeed confused after hearing this. He had never heard of this before, but he kept it in mind. It would definitely be a good idea to know more about it.

In the future, he also planned to find a job for Liu Huizhen in the street office. When the time comes, he will inevitably have to give gifts or something, and cigarettes are probably the first choice.

The ox cart was faster than a person walking, and they arrived at Xizhimen at dusk. After arriving at Xizhimen, Liu Xiaojun finally separated from the old man.

The old man insisted on taking Liu Xiaojun to his residence. Liu Xiaojun saw that it was getting late and it would be bad if he delayed the old man's business, so he got off the car directly at Xizhimen.

Liu Xiaojun walked south and came across a grocery store selling needles and thread. Looking at the grocery store, Liu Xiaojun suddenly remembered what he wanted to buy.

Fishing hook!

The fishing hook I am currently using is not a professional fishing hook. It is made by bending the needle that Liu Huizhen used to sew clothes.

This kind of needle is softer than professional fishing hooks and is easily deformed. After fishing a few more times, Liu Xiaojun clearly felt that the hook could no longer bear the weight and would probably break if it continued like this.

Furthermore, last time I felt that a big fish weighing more than ten kilograms had taken the bait, but I didn’t catch it because there was no barb on the hook.

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