Chen Shanhe: “…”

No wonder he was so abnormal today, it turns out he wanted to borrow money.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was a little uncomfortable with Jiang Shiyue speaking in such a reasonable way.

He spread his hands and refused bluntly: "I don't have any money."

This was the first time in Jiang Shiyue's two lives that she had asked someone to borrow money (because her business wasn't related to banking), and she was bluntly rejected. She felt a bit embarrassed, but she really had no better solution. She could only use the original owner's fragile personality to promise: "I will definitely pay you back."

"I really don't have any money." Chen Shanhe didn't want to make Jiang Shiyue angry again and yell and disturb others, so he quickly turned out the pockets of his shirt and pants to show Jiang Shiyue.

Jiang Shiyue frowned, suspecting that Chen Shanhe didn't believe her.

Because one of the sisters-in-law said during the scolding that Chen Shanhe had a monthly allowance of fifty yuan, which was all squandered by "Jiang Shiyue".

But in the original owner's memory, Chen Shanhe gave her thirty yuan every month, so there should be some left.

Of course, thirty yuan is not a small amount, especially for the original owner to spend alone. It is quite a lot. Unfortunately, the original owner was a spendthrift and did not leave her a penny.

Otherwise, he wouldn't steal things just for the 50-cent college entrance examination registration fee.

After all, Jiang Shiyue is not the original owner, so she is not so shameless.

It is a favor for Chen Shanhe to lend money, and it is natural for him not to lend money.

She thanked him, then turned and walked back to the family compound, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. It turns out that being rejected for a loan is similar to being rejected for a confession of love.

It's all capital Awkward.

Chen Shanhe looked at Jiang Shiyue's lonely back, which was reflected by the dim streetlights. He felt a sense of softness in his heart for some unknown reason and took two quick steps to catch up with her. "Registration fee? I asked the admissions office, and the registration fee for the college entrance examination is fifty cents."

He just gave it.

Jiang Shiyue didn't stop walking and shook her head. "It's not the registration fee. I just thought it's better not to hit someone who smiles at me. I have to return something to my sisters-in-law's house tomorrow, so I don't want to go empty-handed."

Chen Shanhe's expression became extremely complicated again. Before today, Jiang Shiyue would never bow her head to return something! Even if she had to return something for some unavoidable reason, she would just throw it down and walk away, with her nose and mouth facing the sky.

She was really abnormal today.

After a moment's silence, Chen Shanhe took out a small notebook and handed it to Jiang Shiyue. "This is the family's food book. There's still some fine grain in it. You can exchange it for everyone. I haven't told you before, but the army's food book is different from the outside world's food book. It's universally used throughout the country and can be exchanged for food or food coupons at any food station."

Moreover, ordinary soldiers received food for free, while cadres needed to pay for food coupons.

Moreover, the quota for frontline soldiers is higher, about 45 kilograms per soldier, and the quota for logistics support departments is slightly lower, about the same as that for outside workers.

Jiang Shiyue stopped and took it. It was a small notebook that was less than the size of a palm. The first page was a collection of famous quotes, followed by the names of the three members of their family and the amount of food they could receive each month.

Chen Shanhe weighs 39 kilograms, Jiang Shiyue weighs 30 kilograms, and Chen Tianyang weighs 18 kilograms, but in line with the principle of thrift, one kilogram will basically be deducted.

That is to say, Chen Shanhe weighs 38 kilograms, Jiang Shiyue weighs 29 kilograms, and Chen Jiaoyang weighs 17 kilograms.

This is the total amount of food each person can receive each month.

Only three-tenths of the food is fine grains, and the rest are coarse grains such as red flour, corn flour, and dried sweet potatoes.

The following is the details of the collection. It is only the middle of the month, and Jiang Shiyue’s share is already zero.

Seeing Jiang Shiyue remained silent, Chen Shanhe thought she thought it was too little, so he explained, "I really don't have any money. My allowance has indeed increased a bit, and every month the food coupons for the three of us are deducted. I get 58 yuan in total, send 20 yuan back home, and have 8 yuan for daily pocket money."

He will be promoted to the next level next month, and his allowance will increase by about ten yuan. After thinking about it, he decided not to mention it.

Jiang Shiyue suddenly felt a little sorry for the man in front of her. She raised her head and looked at Chen Shanhe, asking seriously, "Why are you so nice to me when you clearly don't like me?"

The original owner really doesn't deserve it.

Chen Shanhe said without hesitation: "What does this have to do with whether I like you or not? No matter what, you are my woman and the mother of my son. I have to be responsible for you."

Jiang Shiyue: “…”

It really proves what I heard in my previous life: all the good men are ruined by bad women.

She patted Chen Shanhe's arm and said, "Responsibility is not a shackle. Men can also learn to be nicer to themselves!"

Chen Shanhe: “???!!!”

**

When Jiang Shiyue heard the uniform slogans, she thought she was dreaming. Only when she opened her eyes and saw the exposed wooden beams on the roof did she gradually wake up.

Her heart was gradually filled with loss. Her expectation of returning to the future in her dream before going to bed was dashed. No miracle happened. She was still in 1978.

Jiang Shiyue got up, opened the wooden box and looked for clothes.

To be honest, the original owner had a bad character but a good sense of fashion.

In the era when Type 65 military green and worker blue were the mainstream, the original owner really had a good aesthetic sense.

Of course, from Jiang Shiyue's current perspective, the clothes are still very rustic.

It was so tacky that she didn't want to look at it any longer, so she just grabbed a shirt and trousers and put them on.

The clothes that were popular in this era were generally baggy.

Because a piece of clothing is often "passed down through three generations", worn by the elders and then by the younger ones, and by the older ones and then by the younger ones.

Jiang Shiyue was halfway through putting on her clothes when she suddenly had an idea: she could sell these two boxes of clothes!

If taking over the original owner's life is likened to an acquisition, this heavily indebted company probably only has these two boxes of clothes that can barely be considered assets.

After a few decades, old clothes will only be thrown away, and they may only be worth a few cents per pound or even not be sold at all.

Fortunately, in 1978, even in such a remote area of ​​Northwest China, many people were still short of food and clothing, with clothes covered with patches. There was even an embarrassing situation where a family only had one pair of pants and whoever went out wore it.

There should be people who buy second-hand clothes.

The problem is that private business was not allowed in 1978, so how can we sell it?

Go to the black market!

Jiang Shiyue remembered that there was a black market in that era.

It is not a black market for trading illegal goods, but more like a simple farmers' market or rural fair.

It is called the black market because economic rules do not allow it and transactions have to be done secretly.

Of course, according to the regulations of that era, even private trading of grain was illegal.

A new question arises: how to get there?

The original owner had never been to the black market and knew nothing about it. Furthermore, the compound was located in a remote area with no public transportation, making access very inconvenient.

She closed her eyes and looked through the original owner's memories, then breathed a sigh of relief and took the shuttle bus from the compound to the city.

In order to make it easier for family members to go out and buy daily necessities, the resident leaders arrange a shuttle bus every Saturday, which departs from the compound at 8 am and returns from the city at 4 pm.

Saturday is tomorrow.