There aren't many things in the supply and marketing cooperative, and the styles are very limited. The shop assistants inside keep a close eye on you, afraid that you might steal something.
Su Miantang asked how to sell Rabbit Milk Candy and whether a candy ticket was needed.
"Milk candy is 2.12 yuan per pound, and there's one ticket for one pound of candy."
The salesperson looked at the pretty girl who asked the question as if she was a fool, thinking, how could she be so pretty but not so smart?
These days, is there anything in the supply and marketing cooperatives that doesn’t require a ticket?
When people go out to buy things, they need tickets everywhere!
Su Miantang was ignorant and, like Granny Liu when she entered the Grand View Garden, she patiently asked about the prices of pork, rice, flour and other items.
The price of pork is 0.72 yuan per catty, and the price of rice is 0.14 yuan per catty (No. 3 rice). No. 2 rice is out of stock and ordinary people cannot buy it.
The price of flour is 0.18 yuan per pound for standard flour, 0.2 yuan per pound for special grade 2 flour, and 0.3 yuan per pound for special grade 1 flour. (One bag weighs 50 pounds)
All of the above require tickets.
Su Miantang thought about it and realized that the dowry given by her family was mainly banknotes, but her husband did give her a few other banknotes, but they were of smaller denominations.
"Are you going to buy it or not? If not, I want to go back and rest."
The salesperson's attitude was just average, not completely bad, just a genuine expression of his emotions.
"Excuse me, I want to buy two kilograms of oil and the cloth I can get for the bill."
Su Miantang had dealt with all kinds of people in her previous life. She might not meet this kind of person again, so there was no need to be angry.
First purchase the things that have tickets on hand. For the remaining things you are missing, go to the black market at night. You might be able to exchange them.
"Show me the ticket."
The salesperson raised an eyebrow and softened his tone.
After making sure the ticket was genuine, she led the way.
This oil is easy to buy. A bottle weighs three pounds, which is just enough for one ticket. The bottle is charged separately.
The oil was 0.77 yuan per pound, and I charged 0.3 yuan for two bottles, so the total was less than 3 yuan.
Su Miantang had no objection. She had the money and there was no need to waste her breath here.
As for cloth, cotton cloth is about 0.4 yuan per foot. Three feet equal one meter, so it is 1.2 per meter.
Because floral cloth and cotton cloth are summer fabrics, three feet of cloth are exchanged for one foot of cloth coupons.
Dacron fabric is twice as expensive, 0.8 yuan per foot.
She asked Dacron, saying that to make a suit for her man, she would need about three meters of fabric, and she would have to wait for the cloth coupons to be exchanged.
Since there is no choice for now, I'll just order Dacron and make a new set of clothes for her husband.
This way, he wouldn't be afraid of being involved in affairs with other women while working outside. As soon as he sees this dress, he will think of her...
"There's still a foot of cloth left. So, I'll give you a foot of cotton cloth and two one-meter elastic cords. Then you can go home and make some alterations and make two pairs of underwear."
Although the salesperson had a bad tone at first, he now had a change of heart and came up with a trick.
"Thank you for your help."
Su Miantang agreed. This was a good idea. One foot of cloth was neither too much nor too little, and it was more than enough to make underwear.
The total amount was about ten yuan. Su Miantang put the cloth into the backpack, carried two bottles of oil in his hands, and left the supply and marketing cooperative leisurely.
At night, dress up nicely and go to the night market.
......
After buying the ticket, she got on the long-distance bus, which was not very crowded.
She could choose any seat, so she found a seat by the window.
Place the bamboo basket next to it and put the oil under your feet for protection.
The ticket seller was a young man with a shy smile.
Several middle-aged women on the bus couldn't help teasing the man, asking him if he was still single and wanting to introduce him to someone.
Su Miantang opened the car window and quickly closed it again.
Who says the air is fresh in this era?
Get to know the dung!
Pure natural and pollution-free!
So stinky!
yue~
.....
At dusk, the long-distance bus stopped at the Xiahe Village station.
Su Miantang carried a bamboo basket on his back and two pots of oil and prepared to get off the car.
The ticket seller blushed and mustered up the courage to ask:
"Hey, comrade, could you tell me your name?"
The other person looked at Su Miantang expectantly, with curiosity glittering in his eyes.
However, Su Miantang shook his head gently, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a mysterious smile.
Then, she only left a meaningful sentence:
"I'm afraid not. You'll have to ask my lover first."
After saying that, he got out of the car without hesitation.
After getting off the car, Su Miantang did not stop at all, but trotted forward with brisk steps.
As if everything was so natural and just right, she deliberately bumped into the warm embrace that belonged to her——
In her man's broad and strong chest.
Rub it.
Comfortable.
"Ayang, are you here to pick me up?"
Su Miantang raised her head, her face filled with a happy and sweet smile, as beautiful as a blooming flower.
"Um."
Jiang Yang stood steadily, his eyes as deep as stars were full of tenderness and doting.
He reached out his hand and gently pinched his wife's tender cheek. His tone was calm but with a hint of subtle nervousness:
"Why did you pause when you got off the bus just now?"
Faced with the man's question, Su Miantang smiled secretly in her heart, but pretended to be indifferent on the surface.
She blinked and said something nonsense:
"Oh, that ticket seller just now said he wanted to get to know you!"
This sentence comes out so smoothly, as if it really happens.
"Um?"
Jiang Yang's face darkened. Want to get to know him?
The eagle-like sharp eyes shot towards the long-distance bus, and the young ticket seller lowered his eyes in panic, as if he had done something wrong.
Then the door closed and the long-distance bus drove away...
"Ayang, I found a job!"
Su Miantang hugged the man's arm and swayed coquettishly:
"Praise me!"
"My wife is amazing."
Jiang Yang withdrew his gaze and heard his wife say that she had found a job. Although he was confused, he still gave his wife the compliment she wanted.
Su Miantang's emotional values were satisfied, and he felt visibly happy.
"Give me the backpack. We're not going home tonight."
"Yeah, I bought the backpack near the supply and marketing cooperative. I saw that old man's hands were all cut, and I just happened to need a backpack to carry the books I needed to translate..."
"And Dacron. You're going to apply for a job with your uncle soon, so I bought this specially. When I get home tomorrow, I'll ask my sister-in-law to help make you some new clothes."
"And the oil I have in my hand, the oil coupons you gave me, I want to keep one bottle for my parents, and one bottle for us to take home~"
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
When Jiang Yang heard that his wife had actually bought him the extremely precious and highly sought-after Dacron fabric, his heart seemed to be gently brushed by a mysterious object as soft as a feather.
The feeling is like a clear stream flowing through in the summer, bringing coolness and comfort wherever it passes.
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