After six stops and six bus stops, we finally arrived at Qingxi Town.
Jiang Yang worriedly told his wife to go home early after shopping with his mother.
Su Miantang agreed quickly, but in fact, she was thinking that since she was going out alone with her best friend, she had to go shopping properly.
Song Yue glared at the third son with a hint of disdain. Although this son was the most pleasing to the eye, he was so clingy. Tsk tsk tsk tsk~
After sending her husband away, Su Miantang carried a bamboo basket on her back, tied her best friend's wrist, and took her to the supply and marketing cooperative in an intimate manner.
"Finally, they sent him away."
"Yeah, yeah, he's not usually like this. Maybe he's afraid we'll get along."
"Are we really that bad?"
"Yes, it's very good. Come on, I'll take you to see the supply and marketing cooperative of this era. Don't be too disappointed later."
"Hey, I'm mentally prepared."
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law whispered to each other and entered the supply and marketing cooperative with the goal of "developing the economy and ensuring supply".
The floor of the supply and marketing cooperative is paved with blue bricks.
Although it was a bit uneven, it was cleaned very thoroughly and there was no dust in the gaps between the bricks.
The room was brightly lit, with a cashier counter next to the door and some wine bottles on the shelves behind it.
Various cigarettes are covered in transparent glass under the counter, and there are items for weighing on the counter.
The salesperson sitting inside stretched lazily, glanced at them sideways, and acted as if he didn't want to talk to them.
Su Miantang accepted it very quickly. On the one hand, she had been to the supply and marketing cooperative in her mother's town before and had some idea about it. On the other hand, in modern times, who hadn't seen people like her who had climbed up from the bottom?
The relationship between people and relatives has always existed. It was so in modern times, and it will only become more serious in this era...
"Tang, egg cake."
Song Yue noticed the egg cake with her sharp eyes, pulled her good friend's hand, blinked, and wanted to eat it.
Su Miantang received the signal from her good friend and turned to ask the salesperson:
"Sister, how much is this egg cake?"
"Two pounds for one dollar, and I need a cake ticket."
The salesperson said in a calm tone that although she didn't think the mother and daughter or the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law could afford it, she still had the professional ethics of a ticket seller.
"Okay, two pounds."
Su Miantang nodded, rummaged in his pocket, took out a stack of banknotes, pulled out a one-dollar bill and a ticket for a one-pound pastry, and handed them to the salesperson.
After the salesperson took the pastry ticket and checked it, he found it was indeed the real thing. He immediately smiled and became much more enthusiastic, helping the customer weigh the egg cake.
Every supply and marketing cooperative has tasks every month.
Sometimes they collected food coupons for circulation, sometimes they collected cake coupons, and sometimes they collected oil coupons.
This month, among the tasks assigned to their club were scarce pastry tickets.
Now, the task can be completed.
Two pounds of egg cake, not much.
However, for Song Yue, it was timely relief.
The peach cakes are too sweet and choking.
The sweet taste of egg cake is so nostalgic.
What kind of man do you want? Just hold your good girl’s thighs tightly!
Su Miantang was holding a stack of tickets, including money tickets and other tickets. It was obvious that he was not short of money or tickets.
In addition, it was early in the morning and there were few people around, so the ticket sellers were a little more enthusiastic. Their purpose was naturally to hope that this customer would spend more in their company, so that they would be one step closer to completing their target for this month.
There are three strong men and four women in the family. No matter how frugal they eat, there is never enough rice.
Su Miantang decided to buy more this time, asking for 50 kilograms of No. 3 rice, a bag.
I asked for 50 kilograms of special type 2 flour, one bag.
I asked for 50 kilograms of rapeseed oil, two large barrels.
He ordered five pounds of pork, hind leg meat. There was no extra, it was in short supply and in limited supply. If Su Miantang hadn't bought a lot of other things, the salesperson would not have been willing to sell him five pounds.
Well, Su Miantang looked away from the half pig with a look of slight regret.
Wild boar meat is not as fragrant as domestic pork, and the taste is different.
Five pounds is five pounds, but when I go home, I will replace it with wild boar meat. I will keep the pork for now and secretly find an opportunity to cook it for myself with my bestie and eat it alone.
"How much sugar? Brown sugar or white sugar is fine. We have a wedding in our family and we can't do without it."
Su Miantang knew that the things he bought were not few and very eye-catching.
But she was not panicked. She paid the money and got the receipt, and bought the goods openly without fear of being checked.
However, it is better to have less trouble than more. It is better to take the initiative to reveal some information to the other party to dispel their concerns.
"Sugar is a rare commodity. We do have it, but it's quite expensive and requires tickets. How much do you want?"
The salesperson understood what was going on when she heard this. She thought that such a pretty young daughter-in-law, dressed just like her mother-in-law, bought such a large amount of food. It meant that either her family was well-off and had workers, or she was having a wedding.
Sure enough, it’s a wedding, that’s normal.
When people are celebrating a wedding, they buy things without blinking an eye.
"I have fifty kilograms of bills. Can I have fifty kilograms?"
Su Miantang lowered his head and counted the candy tickets in his hand.
Ten pieces, each with a large denomination of five jin.
"My dear, big sister, we don't have 50 kilograms of candy, but if we pool our resources, we can give you 10 kilograms."
The salesperson clicked his tongue, surprised, but also very happy in his heart, OK, this month's target!
After thinking for a moment, she added:
"This month's sugar quota is limited, and someone recently had a wedding and bought a lot of candy. If you still want some, come back on the 8th of next month. That's when our supply and marketing cooperative will be getting some, and we might still have some."
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