Especially in the supply and marketing cooperatives at the brigade level, there are even fewer goods. Although the counters look full, in fact, the same items are placed in every compartment, and some items still require tickets.
Wan Feng had used up all his remaining food coupons on cakes, so now he could only look at other noodle-related foods.
The first choice for giving gifts is wine.
The most expensive wine in the supply and marketing cooperative of Jiangwei Brigade is Chenxiang, which costs 80 cents a bottle. It is produced by the county winery and the packaging is very old-fashioned.
One dime costs twelve pieces of fruit candy, but one dime can only buy five pieces of milk candy.
Wan Feng bought two bottles of Chenxiang and spent one dollar to buy thirty pieces of milk candy and fifty pieces of fruit candy.
I spent another dollar to buy two cans of food, and I didn’t know what to buy after that.
Two bottles of wine, two cans of food, and two bags of fruit candies and milk candies mixed together, barely enough to make six gifts.
You need at least eight gifts to become a disciple, but Wan Feng doesn’t know what to buy for the other two.
"President Yu, can I buy cakes and cookies without food coupons?"
The manager with glassy eyes shook his head like a rattle.
"Then can you sell me some food coupons?"
"No, I don't have it with me."
"Then I'll owe you first, okay?"
Glass Flower flatly refused.
People in that era were so damn stubborn, as if I couldn't afford to pay them.
Damn glass flower, Wan Feng really wants the glass flower eye manager's other good eye to turn into a glass flower as well.
Food coupons, cloth coupons and other random tickets are really annoying. Without them, having money is useless. It will take about ten years for them to completely disappear from our lives.
Wan Feng was thinking about whether he should trade some food coupons, which would definitely be a way to make money, but when he thought that it was against the law, he gave up the idea.
Wan Feng had no choice but to move to the stall selling fabrics, shoes and hats.
Buying shoes? No, do you give cloth shoes as a gift?
Forget about leather shoes. Even a brigade's supply and marketing cooperative wouldn't have such products as leather shoes. To buy leather shoes, you have to go to a supply and marketing cooperative at the commune level at least.
If you don't have cloth coupons to buy cloth, you can't just go to someone else and buy a piece of cloth even if you have them, right?
Some things are not suitable as gifts, such as soy sauce, salt, soap, exercise books, pens, ink, elastic bands... These don't need messy tickets, but can you carry these things to other people?
Wan Feng had no choice but to spend one yuan and fifty cents to buy two pairs of nylon stockings, and finally spent another yuan to buy a flowered headscarf. Didn't Zhang Guangpu have one or two women in his family?
These things only cost a little over five dollars in total, and there was really nothing else to buy.
Wan Feng put these things into his bag and walked out of the supply and marketing cooperative with a sigh. Logically, these things were worth a lot of money, but they didn't feel like a valuable gift at all.
My uncle came back late today. He arrived home around six in the afternoon and looked very tired.
"Today we started to build the brick kiln and factory building. I will lead my group to build the brick kiln."
Around 1985, Zhu Ping started to lead a group of masons to build houses for people. He should be one of the first people to engage in the real estate industry. It’s a pity that he didn’t make it, and his life was just about building houses.
I don’t know if this is where the foundation was laid.
If he were still engaged in this industry in this life, Wan Feng would definitely help him become a construction giant.
"Has the brick kiln and factory building started to be built? What is the progress?" Wan Feng asked while eating cornmeal pancakes and boiled cabbage.
"Another brick kiln will be built tomorrow, and we'll need two more factory buildings."
I have to admire their hard work at that time. Although they were all poor, they were really motivated to do something.
"Are you going to play in the ditch tonight? The two girls from Liang Wan's family are looking forward to your coming like the stars and the moon. Now they ask me why you haven't come these days."
Children are usually like animals, they only remember food but not beatings. When Wan Feng goes, Liang Yan and Liang Yu will have good food to eat. The only thing they lose is calling their brother-in-law a few times, which has no practical significance. Of course, they are looking forward to Wan Feng's departure.
"Not tonight, I have something to do, tomorrow night."
While they were talking, Wan Feng finished his meal. He looked at the old-fashioned clock on the table and saw that it was twenty minutes to seven.
He went out with a shoulder bag and pushed out his two-color bicycle.
Go out and head south, pass Shutun, Wohutun and arrive at Liutun.
It was not yet seven o'clock when Wan Feng arrived at Liutun. He thought Song Yuancheng would not come, but he saw Song Yuancheng smoking at the fork in the road at the entrance of Liutun village from a distance away.
Song Yuancheng was stunned when he saw Wan Feng riding a bicycle, and walked around the bicycle.
"Well, you finally managed to get this car out. That's no small feat. How much did it cost?"
"More than sixty." Wan Feng was afraid that Song Yuancheng would feel unbalanced, so he deliberately gave a much higher price. If he had bought the car for more than twenty yuan, Song Yuancheng's heart would probably bleed.
"I didn't expect your son to be so rich. Let's go. Zhang Guangpu is probably still at home after dinner. He might go out for a stroll later."
Wan Feng pushed the cart and followed Song Yuancheng into Liutun.
In the past, there was a Bitun between Liutun and Wohutun, but in recent years Liutun and Bitun have been connected together and are now collectively called Liutun.
Liutun is considered a large village in the area, with about a hundred households.
Zhang Guangpu's home is in the middle of Liutun. There are two big trees in front of the three thatched houses. Two children, a boy and a girl, aged six or seven, look at them with curiosity as they walk into the yard.
Song Yuancheng was obviously familiar with this family, and he touched the heads of the two guys.
"Where's your dad?"
The boy seemed a little timid, hiding behind the girl and looking at Wan Feng timidly.
The girl didn't care at all, and answered with her face raised: "I'm at home."
So Song Yuancheng opened his voice and shouted into the room: "Brother Zhang, are you home?"
The first person to come out was a woman in her thirties. Although her clothes were rather old, they were neatly dressed.
"Brother Song, you're here."
"I have something to do with Guangpu."
The woman turned around and called into the house, "Guangpu, Brother Song is here."
A man in his thirties walked out of the house.
The man was not tall but very strong. His arms exposed outside his vest were muscular and his eyes were sharp.
"Brother Song, have you eaten?"
"I'm done eating."
"Sit inside."
Song Yuancheng led the way, followed by Wan Feng, and the last one to enter was Zhang Guangpu.
After the host and guest were seated, Song Yuancheng introduced Wan Feng to Zhang Guangpu.
"This brother is from Wahou. He has great respect for you and asked me to bring him here to meet you."
Wan Feng immediately stood up, took out the things from the bag he was carrying and placed them on the kang in Zhang Guangpu's house.
"A little interesting."
Zhang Guangpu stared blankly at the things on the kang and then at Wan Feng.
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