After getting up, Lian Xiaomin quickly put on her clothes. It was really cold in the Northeast in autumn. As soon as she got out of bed, she felt a gust of cold air. I remember that in my previous life, the Northeast started heating in late October.
She also called Xiaofu up. Xiaofu was very happy to hear that he was going out today and asked his sister to dress him quickly. Lian Xiaomin took out a set of slightly thick clothes from the space and put them on Xiaofu.
A dark blue thin cotton jacket and black flannel pants. Xiaofu saw that he had new clothes to wear and grinned happily: "Jiejie, Jiejie is good~"
Even Xiaomin was happy. This little kid, so young at this age, liked new clothes and knew how good his sister was after wearing the new clothes.
After she took Xiaofu to the yard to wash his face, she took out a large lunch box of lean meat porridge, fed him first, and then ate it all herself.
Seeing Xiaofu's sweet mouth as he drank, Lian Xiaomin, an old aunt with a mental age of 33, thought that her body was only 13 years old, so she would have to eat more in the future to supplement nutrition and grow up.
Xiaoya woke up once at around 6 o'clock in the morning and had been fed. Before leaving, I changed her diaper again, wrapped her in a small blanket and put her in the bamboo basket, letting her continue to sleep. In fact, when I carried the bamboo basket on my back, I sent Xiaoya to the big bed in the bedroom in the space and let her lie down steadily.
Xiaofu didn't notice any of this at all. Even when Xiaomin picked up Xiaofu and walked out, she deliberately avoided people around her. Everyone was at work at that time and there weren't many people outside.
Her home is at the foot of the mountain, quite far from the village entrance, but it has another advantage: she can take a forest path that runs along the mountain behind her and go directly out of the village to the commune. This way, the straight-line distance is much shorter.
There are even fewer people on this path. She has been taking a walk here when she has nothing to do these days and has mastered the terrain.
Lian Xiaomin took a pill and now has a lot of strength. She can walk briskly with Xiaofu in her arms. It is about 20 miles from the village to the commune.
She walked for a while and saw that there was no one around, so she took out the smallest black electric car with pedals from the space, which made it more stable to ride.
She put a thick cloak on Xiaofu to block the wind, and put the hood of the cloak over his little head. She let Xiaofu's little body sit on her legs, and then took out a piece of cloth to tie her body and Xiaofu's little body together.
Lian Xiaomin stretched out her left arm and slightly hugged the baby in her arms. She held the handlebars with her right hand, got on the electric bike and started riding. She did it very well and rode happily towards the commune.
I heard that there are ox carts in the village. It would probably take a long time for an ox cart to travel the 20 miles. Anyway, she could reach the destination in just half an hour using her small electric scooter.
Xiaofu was very happy along the way. He had never been in a car before. He thought his sister was taking him out to play. He was so happy to see the scenery along the way!
Lian Xiaomin was also very happy. Passing by a golden farmland, she rode her small electric scooter slowly, and a sense of heroism emerged in her heart.
Think of her, a person born in 2023, an industry elite, now in a blink of an eye, unprepared and mixed in the village. She doesn't know if her skills are wasted like this. However, the original intention of the salted fish comforted her soul - this northern rural scenery, isn't it beautiful! This era has such a beautiful era, which modern people can't feel at all.
She was holding a very cute little baby in her arms, waving his little hands and babbling in his baby voice to express his excitement. Xiaomin was in a very happy mood!
When they were almost at the commune, Lian Xiaomin stopped and put the car into the space. It was Xiaofu's first time riding in a car, and he felt very fresh. He kept talking all the way, and short words came out of his mouth.
Lian Xiaomin put away his cloak, held the little kid in her arms, and walked the last mile to the commune, saying to him, "Xiaofu, I'm telling you, don't tell anyone when I take you for a ride. I'm only taking you out for fun."
I don’t know whether the kid understood or not, but I saw him nodding his head very seriously and saying with a grin, “Jiejie, I won’t say it.” He also used his little finger to make a shushing gesture on his mouth.
The old lady's heart was really touched by the cute little kid. Lian Xiaomin kissed Xiaofu's little face twice.
Soon they arrived at the commune. Lian Xiaomin asked along the way and arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative. She stood at the door and looked carefully, thinking, this is what the supply and marketing cooperatives in the 1960s looked like. The front was not small, with four wooden doors, and a large sign on the top read: People's Supply and Marketing Cooperative.
Walking in, it was very spacious, with two floors in total. On the first floor, there was a row of glass counters as soon as you entered the door. There was no food except for a place selling loose candies and canned fruits. Even the legendary cakes were nowhere to be seen now. It was really a famine year.
Lian Xiaomin originally wanted to see what the pastries of this era looked like. She remembered eating a box of pastries from the 1990s when she was a child, but she had forgotten what they tasted like.
The supply and marketing cooperative did have daily necessities, but Lian Xiaomin didn't have a ticket. She just came here to take a look, to get an idea of what was available in the supply and marketing cooperative at that time and what the prices were.
There were two sales clerks behind the counter, both women. One was a young girl in her 20s with a long face, and the other was a woman who looked to be over 35 years old, with a round face, thick eyebrows and big eyes.
The two of them were sitting together chatting, and there were two or three customers at the counter, all looking at their own things. Lian Xiaomin quickly looked at the goods, and noticed that the enamel basins and thermos bottles were very similar to the ones she had stocked up in her space before, and the patterns were in the same style.
Lian Xiaomin went up to the second floor and took a look around. The second floor mainly sold cloth, and there were only two or three colors of woven cotton cloth, black, white, and gray.
Next to the cotton counter is the ready-made clothing counter. There are ready-made clothes hanging on the wall, but there are only two or three styles. One of the clothes is winter clothes, a navy blue cotton jacket and cotton pants, and it seems that there is also a black version of the same style. Another ready-made clothing is a long-sleeved white shirt, black trousers, and military green trousers. There is nothing else. At this time, basically no one buys ready-made clothes.
The shoe counter had quite a lot of goods, including thick cotton shoes, rubber shoes, rain boots, black and green ones, that was all.
There were two saleswomen on the second floor, one in her 40s with a shaved head and the other in her 20s, a little dark, with a big braid. There was also a young man who looked to be only 18 or 19, wearing glasses, like an accountant, who was walking out of the back office and going downstairs.
Lian Xiaomin asked the saleswoman how much the cotton cloth cost, and she didn't have a bad attitude as rumored. She said she needed a cloth coupon plus 60 cents per foot. Lian Xiaomin calculated that three feet is 1 meter, which means 1 meter of cloth costs 1.8 yuan.
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