The Daily Routine of Lying Flat in the 70s

Reborn, it's fine, it's a minor thing. After all, it's the third time, already used to it.

What? It's not rebirth, it's transmigration into a book?

It doesn't ma...

Chapter 7: Prepare Supplies

Chapter 7: Prepare Supplies

After eating and drinking his fill, Shi Luo slowly returned home and nodded as he looked at the empty bedroom which only had three bags, a kettle and a bed. Even a thief would have to leave crying in this room.

Shi Luo lay on a bed covered with a mat. He used his consciousness to take out a thin quilt, a mattress, a mobile phone, and a few bags of potato chips and popcorn. He made the mattress and lay down happily to read a novel.

Although there is no internet here, it does not prevent Shi Luo from reading novels and watching TV series, because he had cached all these on his tablet, mobile phone, and computer in his first life. At that time, he thought that he could read them when he was bored in the end of the world.

While reading the novel, Shi Luo suddenly remembered the original owner's father and the package on the 15th of every month.

I don’t know if the original owner’s father knows about going to the countryside. If he doesn’t know, he will know when he delivers the package on the 15th of next month.

Looking at the things and banknotes in the packages every month, one can guess that this father is probably not an ordinary person, otherwise he would not be able to get such rare things as imported watches, chocolates, canned meat, milk powder, and beef jerky.

Shi Luo slowly fell asleep while thinking. The continuous travel through time was very tiring. In addition, he had been busy all day, so he couldn't hold on any longer after relaxing.

When I woke up the next day, it was already half past ten in the morning. I didn't have time to worry about the original owner's father. I just wanted to let things work out.

Shi Luo slowly went to the bathroom to wash up. This bathroom was specially built by his grandfather. After all, the original owner's grandfather was a very particular person. Other people's homes didn't have room for it, and they wouldn't waste money to build such a useless bathroom.

After washing up, I put on my backpack, packed my toothbrush and soap, and put them together with the toothbrush holder and dry towel into the bag before going out.

Shi Luo first went to the bank to withdraw the 500 yuan from the passbook in his grandfather's name. After all, his grandfather was gone, so it was better to withdraw the money as soon as possible.

After withdrawing the money, he put it into the space, and took out the remaining local bills from the bag and looked at them. There were not many left. There were two kilograms of sugar tickets, one and a half kilograms of snack tickets, two kilograms and six ounces of grain tickets, two kilograms and three ounces of meat tickets, one kilogram of melon seed tickets, half a kilogram of peanut tickets, one kilogram and two ounces of fruit tickets, and one cigarette ticket.

Shi Luo thought about it and went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a pound of glutinous rice noodles, a pound of egg cakes, and a pound of biscuits. He spent a pound and a half of snack tickets, six taels of grain tickets, and two yuan and twenty cents. In those days, if you didn't have snack tickets, you could also buy snacks with grain tickets.

I bought a pound and a half of White Rabbit milk candy, half a pound of hard candy, a pound of melon seeds, and half a pound of peanuts. I could buy all of them with the tickets I had, and the total cost was four dollars and fifteen cents.

I used the fruit ticket for one pound and two ounces to buy two apples and four oranges, spending fifty-two cents.

I used the cigarette coupons to buy a box of harvest fireworks for 27 cents, and a bottle of canned yellow peaches and a bottle of canned hawthorns for 1.4 yuan.

I bought ten bundles of toilet paper. Toilet paper in that era was all pink, 50 cents a bundle, and I spent a total of five dollars.

Shi Luo looked at the remaining local bills in his hand. There were only grain coupons and meat coupons left. He could spend them at the state-owned restaurant later.

After Shi Luo returned home by bike with his things, he closed the door, put his bicycle into the space first, then put the things he had just bought into his shoulder bag. He kept one bundle of toilet paper and stuffed the remaining nine bundles into the bag containing food.

He took out the remaining local food coupons and meat coupons and the remaining change of 19 yuan and 19 cents from the bag, and took out two aluminum lunch boxes from the space, one of which still contained the leftover spare ribs from yesterday.

Seeing that it was getting late, I took my things and went to a state-owned restaurant not far away. I ordered a braised pork, two servings of rice, a plate of hot and sour shredded potatoes, half a pound of pork and cabbage dumplings, five baked buns, five meat buns, and five vegetarian buns. I spent three yuan and twenty-one cents plus two pounds of grain coupons and one pound and eight ounces of meat coupons.

After Shi Luo was full, he put the remaining rice, braised pork, and shredded potatoes into yesterday's pork ribs lunch box to make a rice bowl. He put the dumplings in a separate lunch box and asked the waiter for three pieces of oil paper to wrap the buns and baked buns.

After packing, I went home and put the lunch box paper into my bag. These things were to be eaten on the train.

It takes three days to take a train from Beijing to the rural areas in Northeast China. It is September now, and these things will not go bad even if they are left for a day. Once they are finished, you can only buy more on the train. I don’t know if the food on the train is delicious in this era.

Thinking of this, Luo felt a little worried. He didn't know whether he could live alone after going to the countryside. If he lived with other educated youth, it would be difficult for him to even cook secretly.

Looking at the time, it was already half past one. Shi Luo walked around every room in the house. It was very good and clean. There was not a needle left. All the things in the house had been put into the space.

Shi Luo took out the national bills from the shoulder bag and put the remaining change of 15 yuan and 98 cents into his trouser pocket, then put the shoulder bag, which was almost overflowing, back on his back.

After thinking for a while, he took out a small bottle of canned pickled vegetables and a small knife from the space and stuffed them into the shoulder bag. This can of pickled vegetables was also made by my grandfather when he was alive. A lot of meat and oil were added when making it. It was very fragrant and could be kept for a long time. The small knife was also used to peel fruit at home. Finally, he filled the kettle with water and carried it on his back.

The water in the kettle is the boiled space well water that was previously stored in the space.

Shi Luo had already stored the coal for the stove at home into the space, so he could only use the water available in the space.

Shi Luo went out with great effort carrying three large bags. It was not because they were heavy, but because they were too big to be carried. As soon as he walked out of the house, he saw a large package as tall as a person placed next to the closed door.

Shi Luo quickly freed his hands to pull the package back to the yard. Thinking that it was almost too late to catch the train, he put the package into the space and hurried out.

After locking the door, he carried the three large bags he had packed earlier and staggered towards the train station.

Shi Luo's home was not close to the train station, and it took about twenty minutes to walk there. He found someone from the Youth League Office, reported in, and checked the time.

The train was due to arrive in twenty minutes. Shi Luo put his bag on the ground and sat on the bag containing his clothes to wait for the train. It was not that he did not want to sit on a chair, but there were too many people at the train station and there were really no empty chairs.

Shi Luo closed his eyes and checked the package that suddenly appeared at his doorstep in the space.

In addition to an eight-pound quilt that took up most of the package, the rest was some food and two envelopes.

The food included about two pounds of dried meat, five pieces of bacon weighing one pound each, five sausages, two cans of malted milk, three cans of milk powder, five boxes of biscuits, ten cans of meat, three packs of White Rabbit candy, two packs of hard candy, five packs of brown sugar weighing one pound each, ten pounds of rice and noodles, ten boxes of Zhonghua, twenty boxes of Daqianmen, two pounds of chocolate, and a large bag of bread.

There were also money and national bills wrapped tightly in newspapers. After counting, there were 5,000 yuan, 180 kilograms of grain coupons, 150 kilograms of meat coupons, 50 industrial coupons, 60 kilograms of sugar coupons, and 50 kilograms of snack coupons.

At the bottom of all the things was an envelope, and inside it was a letter. When Luo saw the three words "My son" on the envelope, he felt a little sad for the original owner. This was the first time in so many years that the original owner's father had written a letter to his son.