After watching his father leave, Xu Xiangyang said to Wang Xiumin, "Mom, I want to go to the city today to see and get familiar with the surroundings."
He had wanted to go to the city for a long time, but his headache hadn't gotten better and things weren't stable at home, so he kept putting it off.
Wang Xiumin wasn't worried, because the original owner often went to the city, so she didn't bother with him.
"Come back early tonight," she said, and then she left.
Xu Xiangyang: ? ? ?
Why come back early tonight? He just wants to go see someone, not go shopping.
Besides, where will we eat if we get back late?
Huh? Time to eat?
Xu Xiangyang was delighted. He had been wanting to have a good meal for a long time, and now this was the perfect opportunity.
Then let's go early!
He put on his clothes and headed towards the county town; the one-hour journey was quite arduous for him.
After all, the cars and other means of transportation in later generations were much faster than walking.
Reverting to this mode of travel now would naturally be agonizing.
After finally arriving in the county town, Xu Xiangyang first found a place to sit for a while.
I originally just wanted to come and take a look, but seeing the same streets as the original owner's memories, I couldn't help but feel disappointed.
On the old streets, people occasionally ride by on bicycles, drawing envious glances from passersby.
At that time, bicycles were not yet common, and although there weren't many, we still saw quite a few people riding them along the way.
The building has only two floors at most, and it's a supply and marketing building.
Perhaps the villages of later generations are better than the county towns of this time?
After Xu Xiangyang had seen enough, he got up, covered himself with his cotton-padded coat, and started wandering around aimlessly.
He hadn't had time to look at that space these past few days, but he knew it contained a lot of things.
He came here hoping to find a place to exchange some money, so he wouldn't leave empty-handed and in a terrible predicament.
After wandering around for a while, Xu Xiangyang couldn't find the black market at all. It seems that this is not something that ordinary people can find.
He had previously looked through the original owner's memories, but there was no information about the black market or its location.
After all, the original owner didn't have any extra money or extra food, and even if he knew the location of the black market, he didn't need to remember it.
What's the point of going there? It's better to just browse the supply and marketing cooperative building; you won't have any money anyway, so you won't be able to buy anything.
The sky was overcast and there was no sunshine. He found a secluded spot and entered the space.
It was still foggy inside, and there was still no one there.
He randomly opened a shipping container, which was full of boxes of goods. However, it was labeled "Haicheng Garment Factory," so it seemed to contain clothing.
He doesn't need it yet, so don't look at it first.
Turning my head to look at another container, I saw boxes of frozen pork.
This stuff is pretty good. The boxes are labeled with various kinds of pork ribs, spine, pork belly chunks, pig's feet, and pork hocks.
It was frozen, not fresh. It might be okay to sell, but he didn't seem interested in eating it.
There was another container next to it. When Xu Xiangyang opened it, he was stunned.
The room was filled with fresh beef, all gutted and gutted, with the entrails in the boxes below.
The beef was very fresh; it looked delicious.
Except for not being broken into pieces, the skin has been completely peeled off.
He glanced at it, then replaced the container with a refrigerated one; it wouldn't be good if the cold air escaped.
They searched two shipping containers and found fresh pork, as well as chickens, ducks, geese, and everything else.
After he finished his rounds, he was almost overjoyed.
Although the area enclosed by this logistics port is not large, the contents inside are enough to last several lifetimes.
Xu Xiangyang wasn't too happy. He went to the cafeteria first and found that the food on the table was still steaming!
It seems this space really is just as I thought; it can keep food fresh!
He simply took a set of tableware, filled it with various dishes, and sat down at the table next to him to eat.
"It smells so good!" He took a sip of mineral water, then sat down in his chair and smacked his lips.
These things will have to be eaten up sooner or later, so we'll have to be more careful with them from now on.
The cafeteria can accommodate several hundred people, so it prepares a lot of food.
Although it's communal cooking, it tastes much better than this coarse grain.
After eating and drinking his fill, Xu Xiangyang wandered around and found the container he had just discovered.
They took out ten jin of noodles, each jin wrapped in yellow paper.
This stuff should sell well, but it's really frustrating that I can't find it on the black market.
Xu Xiangyang sat in the space, then got up and went to find a pot with thirty-two seals. The lid was made of wood and had a vintage feel to it.
It's really inconvenient not having a pot to cook with. Once he starts working, we'll have to find a way to bring this thing back.
That won't work now. There's no good excuse. After all, the original owner had no connections and no money, so how could she possibly take the pot back out of thin air?
Taking advantage of the fact that no one was outside, Xu Xiangyang left the space, clutched his tattered cotton-padded coat tightly, and swayed away.
I did see a lot of branded or inexpensive down jackets and cotton-padded coats in the space. But those things are no longer suitable for wearing now; new clothes are not something that people in rural areas can afford.
It wasn't that he looked down on people, but each family had a limited number of cloth ration coupons per year, so you had to think carefully before you wanted to make clothes.
If he went back now wearing a new set of clothes, the whole brigade would probably be talking about it before he even got home.
Then the old lady came to the door...
Okay, forget about it then. Let's just describe it as chaos and turmoil.
After grumbling for a moment, he arrived at the main street. There were many people hurrying by, so it seemed that it was noon and they had all gone home for lunch.
Xu Xiangyang wasn't hungry at the moment, so he took a stroll to the supply and marketing building.
It doesn't say you can't look at it if you don't want to buy anything; the original owner used to come and take a look quite often.
However, most of the time, he goes when there are many people, so that even if he doesn't buy anything, the salesperson won't notice him.
Seeing that there weren't many people in the room, Xu Xiangyang looked around at each counter.
The name sounds grand, like "Supply and Marketing Building," but there's nothing of value inside. It's mostly agricultural and sideline products, fabrics and clothing, and other things that fit the era.
Look at those peach shortbreads, they're all moldy!
However, there were only one or two moldy patches, and the salesperson took advantage of the low customer volume to break off the moldy parts.
Xu Xiangyang shook his head. Although this stuff wouldn't make you sick, it wouldn't be good to sell it if it was moldy.
The sales clerk noticed that Xu Xiangyang was staring at them, so she immediately glared at him.
"If you're not going to buy anything, what are you doing loitering around here?" She could tell from Xu Xiangyang's clothes that he wasn't going to buy anything.
They were still staring at the peach shortbread, as if they could actually buy it.
Xu Xiangyang: I wouldn't take it even if it were given to me for free!
Unlike the sales clerk, he turned around and went to the agricultural products counter.
"Do you buy honey?" he asked casually.
The sales clerk glanced up and said, "Honey is five cents a pound."
At that time, agricultural products were scarce, so honey was the best commodity, even more popular than sugar.
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