When I came out, I had a delivery note in my hand.
Two hundred kilograms of rice, one hundred kilograms of flour, three large barrels of 5-liter peanut oil, ten kilograms of salt, and three kilograms each of soy sauce, white sugar, brown sugar, and seasonings. The boss rounded off the price, making it fifteen hundred yuan, and delivered to my door.
When paying, Jiang Henian's heart couldn't help but tremble.
This cost her half of her money.
The boss saw that she was about the same age as his daughter and so pretty, so he started talking to her casually.
"Little girl, why did you buy so much?"
Jiang Henian had already thought of an excuse and just smiled and said, "My family is going to open a small restaurant, and I'll help prepare the stock during my vacation."
"Oh, so you guys want to buy some meat? I have a pork shop back home, and all the pork is freshly shipped from the slaughterhouse."
Jiang Henian's eyes lit up: "How much?"
The boss waved his hand proudly: "The prices are absolutely fair. The lean pork and pork belly are both 17 yuan per pound. If you ask for more, I'll give you 15 yuan off. The spare ribs are 28 yuan."
This is not cheap.
Jiang Henian hung his head and sighed, then opened the stocking list in his phone's memo.
She wrote it in fits and starts after emerging from the dream, and also searched online for doomsday stockpiling guides and copied homework.
There were eight pages of memos, and only the top three lines of the first page were missing.
If something unexpected really happened, these grains, oil, and salt would at least keep her from starving to death for a year, but that was all she needed to keep her from starving to death.
Supermarkets are too expensive, and with her current precarious financial resources, she can only go to the farmers' wholesale market to stock up on supplies.
I put the delivery note in my pocket and walked to the meat and vegetable market next door.
The aunts and uncles at the stalls were holding up their own fresh goods and enthusiastically soliciting customers. Jiang Henian looked at the only 1,700 yuan left and felt as powerless as a eunuch visiting a brothel.
In the end, I reluctantly bought 30 kilograms of meat, 10 kilograms of chicken, 15 kilograms of cabbage, and 5 kilograms of eggs, spending nearly 700 yuan.
These were bought at different stalls, and they won't deliver this amount to your door.
With a pretty face that looked like he had no shortage of money, Jiang Henian borrowed a handcart from the owner of the grain and oil store. He towed the goods to an unobserved corner outside the market in three trips and put them all into the space.
Only then did he walk out of the market with heavy steps.
She also ordered a hundred meat buns and a hundred scallion pancakes bigger than her face from the bun shop, and begged the boss to give her a discount.
Now I only have a little over 500 yuan left on me. A meal of Western food used to cost more than this.
She couldn't spend any more. If nothing happened, she had to save some money for daily expenses and escape.
It was almost noon and the sun was scorching.
Jiang Henian felt less and less strength as he walked, and after a period of busy work, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
Even if we have prepared a year's worth of food, what if when the time comes there are no pots, pans, or stoves to light?
The weather was very cold, the environment was harsh, and she didn't even have a quilt or cotton-padded clothes to keep warm. Worse still, she didn't even have a place to live. What should she do? Otherwise, how could she be like Xue Baochai, digging wild vegetables in the mountains every day?
In fact, she doesn't know how to knead dough or cook, and scrambling eggs with eggshells is already her best skill.
It would be great if she could buy more instant cooked food and put it in the space. She can put it in hot and eat it directly no matter how long it takes. Her space is only 15 square meters.
I just don’t have money. Grain, oil, rice and flour are much cheaper than finished products.
A penny can make a hero fall, and it is even harder for a daughter who has never done any hard work.
In the past, you could buy bags worth thousands or tens of thousands of dollars, eat at Michelin restaurants, go to high-end consumer places, and be picked up and dropped off wherever you went.
Now it's all gone, and I'm burdened with a huge debt. My family situation has changed, my friends are no longer my friends, and there's no hope for that black-hearted gambling and scumbag father who cheated his daughter.
The feeling of living in fear every day is too uncomfortable. If he really could travel through time, Jiang Henian hopes to live a better life.
She doesn't want to suffer.
You can say she is spoiled or unable to take on responsibilities, but she just wants to have enough food to eat, warm clothes to wear, and live a carefree life without any hardship!
Even if the environment is a bit harsh, with the blessing of space and enough supplies to buffer for a few years, she can find a nest and survive as a salted fish.
But...
The things in the memo were just the tip of the iceberg, and Jiang Henian became more and more anxious the more he read it.
In her dreams and hallucinations, the extremely real feeling of hunger and her own skinny appearance competing with others for food frightened her.
Jiang Henian's sense of security had collapsed half a month ago. No one stood by her, and even the abyss she was in was caused by her own father.
She was so scared.
Click.
Tears fell to the ground.
Jiang Henian, who hadn't cried for several days, couldn't help but shed tears of grievance at this moment when the future was uncertain and he was in financial difficulty.
Why am I so poor! Woo woo woo woo...
I asked for leave today, but my salary was deducted...
What bad luck! If I send her away before I get paid, then all my work will be in vain.
Under the scorching sun, and having spent a huge amount of money to buy shared bicycles, Jiang Henian pedaled back while grunting and sobbing with tears streaming down his face in the wind.
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