While Yun Shudai was packing her luggage with her sister, He Wan was experiencing firsthand the bumpy dirt roads of the 1970s.
I had only heard my grandmother talk about this time of year before, but she didn't really feel anything. Now I finally experienced it firsthand. The road was full of potholes and clods of dirt, and my cloth shoes were almost worn out.
If you ask what's good about Lizhuang Village, it's that it's connected to the mountains, has abundant resources, and is the same distance from the county town and the commune, only the two places are in opposite directions.
At this time of day, forget about using oxcarts in the village; we'll have to walk. Following the route we took a few days ago, it'll probably take two hours.
When He Wan came out, she rummaged through her suitcase and found that the only five yuan she had left was all her possessions.
Oh right, she also has a watch left by the original owner's mother. It's a Rolex, wow, it would be very valuable in the future. She's not willing to exchange it for money.
Thinking back to He Wan, in her previous life she was a top agent in the film and television industry, and the title of "golden agent" was well-deserved.
How could a career-oriented woman like her be defeated by such a setback?
He Wan, who had come out full of fighting spirit, was soaked in sweat after hiking for more than an hour and almost collapsed.
In short, we arrived at the county post office around midnight.
The post office was already closed at this time, and it would reopen at 1:30 pm.
Everyone says this is a must-visit spot for people from the past, with its state-run restaurants and recycling stations, so let's go check it out.
It just so happens to be lunchtime.
When we arrived at the state-run restaurant, we looked at the lunch menu on the small blackboard.
Sesame cakes cost three cents each, vegetarian dishes cost two cents a serving, and braised pork costs one dollar a serving.
A bowl of soup noodles costs eight cents and two ounces of noodles, while a bowl of rice costs two cents.
Seeing that the table next to her had already ordered a plate of braised pork, He Wan swallowed hard, looked away with difficulty, and said to the waiter, "Comrade, I'd like a sesame cake."
"One tael of grain coupons."
"Ah,...I don't have any food coupons."
"What are you doing here if you don't have food coupons? Go away, go away."
"Comrade, do you have any meals that don't require food coupons?"
"Yes, vegetarian dishes are two cents a serving, no food coupons required."
Fine, let's pretend she didn't say anything. He Wan left the restaurant under the waiter's disdainful gaze. Sigh, these days you can't spend money without coupons.
She immediately cursed the thief who stole her money, wishing he would never come near her again.
The original owner was foolish. With so many things, she simply put them all in one package and placed them in the backpack in front of her. In those days, there weren't just a lot of thieves, there were so many of them that it was impossible to guard against them.
By the time she found out, her schoolbag had been slashed with a large hole, but fortunately, her documents from her rural assignment and some spare change were saved.
Unable to buy food, she had to go hungry at noon. Although she drank a carton of milk in her spatial dimension, it couldn't sustain her after walking for two hours. When she finally arrived at the recycling station, the person sitting next to her wasn't an old man, but a middle-aged woman who looked very intimidating.
Upon hearing that she wanted to go inside to find some newspapers, the old woman gave her a cold look and said, "There are no newspapers left. If there were, someone would have bought them to wipe their butts."
Wow, this old lady's way of speaking is so simple and easy to understand!
"Can I go inside and take a look? Just in case there are any I missed."
"Go in."
"Okay, thank you, ma'am."
This scrap yard is quite large, and it's open-air.
There were a few sheds, which were filled with old furniture and the like.
He Wan searched around the old furniture for a while, but they were all missing parts.
They found two nice little stools inside and put them into their storage space.
There was also a stack of old books, I don't know what they were, I just put them into my space, no need to use them as... toilet paper.
Just before leaving, she kicked something hard. Looking down, it looked like a piece of iron, but then again, it didn't seem like one. It was covered in mud, but had bluish rust spots on it. She remembered that copper objects would have this when they oxidized.
He casually picked it up and tossed it into his spatial storage; whatever it was, it had weight to it.
She did find the newspaper; it was new, probably from a newspaper that hadn't had time to publish it yet.
He Wan carried it straight out the door: "Auntie, I found it."
"Hmm, you have a sharp eye, five cents."
He Wan quickly took out five cents from her pocket and gave it to the old lady.
Once out of the old woman's sight, He Wan sighed in disappointment. The female protagonist in the story could find goldfish, jade pendants, jewelry, and the like just by searching in the junkyard; it was all a scam.
These days, newspapers are all the rage. Old Yun, I'm having such a hard time.
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