"Xiaotang, let's not go in."
Mrs. Hua was timid and shrank her short neck. She just glanced at the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative and found it very noble.
No wonder her husband, Mr. Zhao, didn’t bring her here to buy things.
She, a country woman dressed in an old-fashioned way, could not be compared with the fashionable girl in the city.
Even if you try to sneak in by force, you will still be considered a country bumpkin and not be welcomed by others.
Instead of going in and seeing other people's faces, it is better to stand in a corner and wait for Sister Xiaotang.
"Listen to me, everyone who comes is a guest. This customer is God, the breadwinner. If they dare to disrespect their breadwinner, I will be the first to flip the table and teach them a lesson."
Ruan Xiaotang went around behind Mrs. Hua, put her hands on her back, and pushed her forward with force.
"Xiaotang, I really won't go in. You go buy it. I'll wait for you outside."
Mrs. Hua supported herself with her feet with all her strength and refused to move forward.
So stubborn!
Going in and spending money is like asking for her life.
What I bought were all necessities of life, not money spent without consideration.
There's nothing to be ashamed of.
"Haven't you always wanted to buy a box of facial oil? It's in there. I'll take you there."
“I…I…”
Mrs. Hua hesitated.
Which woman doesn’t know how to be beautiful and dress up?
The first time she saw Xiaotang, she envied her colorful dress from the bottom of her heart. She had been coveting it for a long, long time.
"Let's go!"
While she was distracted, he let his guard down.
Ruan Xiaotang grabbed her arm tightly and dragged her into the supply and marketing cooperative.
Mrs. Hua was half-hearted and was dragged in by Ruan Xiaotang.
"Oh my, it's so big in here!"
Mrs. Hua was like a headless fly, looking around curiously.
I stood there, not daring to move forward.
She looked down at her plain cloth clothes and the pair of black cloth embroidered shoes on her feet. She felt out of place among the city people who were wearing leather sandals and dacron clothes.
Mrs. Hua pursed her pale lips and grasped the corners of her clothes nervously with both hands.
The timid little eyes never dared to raise again.
"Once is strange, twice is familiar. The third time you dare to come here to buy things by yourself. Let's go buy some facial oil first, and then buy some daily necessities. Go!"
"Dog, what do you mean?"
“It means to leave.”
………………
"Sister-in-law, does this smell good?"
Mrs. Hua and Ruan Xiaotang stood side by side in front of the cosmetics counter.
"It smells good, really good, fragrant and moisturizing. Look, my hands have become smoother. Comrade, how much is this?"
The saleswoman at the counter replied kindly, "Sister-in-law, this box of Wan Zi Qian Hong is priced at 1.80 yuan. It is our best-selling product. If you buy one box, I guarantee that you will buy a second box after you finish it."
When she heard the price was $1.80, it was completely beyond her budget.
Mrs. Hua felt a little troubled.
It's just a small round box, why is it so expensive?
Ruan Xiaotang saw through her doubts and said, "Sister-in-law, this box can last for a long time. Women should be nicer to themselves. As the old saying goes, if you save, you will save money. This money is not saved by hard work, but earned."
Sister Hua agreed with what Sister Xiaotang said.
If you find the right way to make money, money will flow into your pocket.
She experienced this deeply when she was selling handkerchiefs.
"Yes, the salesperson will pack it for me."
After buying the facial oil, the two ran to another counter.
"What would you like? We just got some new white sugar today, and it's only 28 cents a pound."
Mrs. Hua stopped at the candy section and stared at the neatly arranged glass jars on the shelves, all of which were filled with candies of various colors and types.
It makes people swallow their saliva.
"Comrade, weigh me half a pound of white sugar."
"Okay, is there anything else you need?"
"How much is a pound of brown sugar?"
"22 cents a pound. Give me a pound. Drink it to replenish your blood."
"Half a pound."
The salesperson quickly took out a scale and weighed half a pound of white sugar and half a pound of brown sugar.
After weighing, he wrapped the sugar in straw paper while calculating the price clearly, "Half a pound of white sugar is 1.4 cents, half a pound of brown sugar is 1.1 cents, so the total is 25 cents."
Mrs. Hua handed over three dimes.
The salesperson quickly found some change and placed it on the glass counter. "Here's your five cents, comrade. Take it."
She put two in a pile, tied them up with a thin rope, and handed them to Mrs. Hua.
"Thank you, comrade."
Mrs. Hua looked at the things she had bought in her hands and felt extremely satisfied.
The feeling of spending money is really refreshing.
"Xiaotang, I also want to buy a few pounds of pork fat to make some lard."
"Come on, let's go to the meat section and stab the meat!"
Ruan Xiaotang mainly accompanied Sister Hua today to familiarize herself with the environment.
As for spending money, that's impossible. She has everything in her space, and she can't use them all. There's no need to buy more.
Ruan Xiaotang was behind her to give her courage.
Sister Hua walked to the meat section alone. She had bought things twice before, so her voice was obviously more confident. She was not as reserved as before, but became more calm. "Comrade, how much is a pound of pork fat?"
The salesman put down the knife in his hand and greeted him warmly, "Comrade, one pound is only fifty cents. How many pounds do you want?"
"It's a bit expensive, can you make it cheaper? I'll buy a few more kilograms."
The salesperson was in a dilemma. "Comrade, our products are of good quality and low price. If you overpay, you can return them. But you cannot bargain. This is the rule."
Sister Hua bargained just to do an experiment. If the price could be reduced, she could spend a few cents less. Since it couldn't be done, she didn't force it.
"Comrade, weigh me eight pounds of pig fat. I want the fattest and whitest ones."
"Okay. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
Mrs. Hua calculated that eight kilograms of pork fat could produce about four kilograms of lard. After paying back the two kilograms of lard she borrowed from Xiaotang's family when she moved, she still had about two kilograms of lard left. If she and Lao Zhao saved it, they would have enough to eat until the New Year.
The fried oil sticks can be chopped up and put into sauerkraut, then steamed into dumplings. The taste is simply amazing.
"Comrade, eight pounds of pig fat is weighed high. Take a look. It costs four dollars in total."
Mrs. Hua took out a stack of Mao Zedong's banknotes from her pocket.
Standing there, counting them carefully one by one.
"One cent, two cents, three cents, four cents, five cents..."
"Comrade, count, okay?"
The salesperson took the stack of money and counted them carefully one by one.
After a while, he replied cheerfully, "Comrade, not a cent less, take the goodies, and take care!"
When Mrs. Hua said it was exactly right, she instantly felt relieved.
At least I didn't embarrass myself in this supply and marketing cooperative.
In his left hand he carried eight pounds of pork fat, and in his right hand he carried a pound of sugar.
He walked out of the supply and marketing cooperative with his chest out and his head held high.
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