Now each person is given 15.3 feet of cloth coupons each year, which is not even enough to make a quilt.
"Can you help me see how many quilts I can make with the cloth coupons here?"
Song Ruan took out all the cloth coupons, put them on the table next to her, and counted them for him.
Wei Changzheng calculated the quantity she needed and carefully counted the cloth coupons she gave him twice.
"If you want to make six quilts, these ticket fabrics are still a little short. However, I can give you the fabric for two pillowcases as defective goods, so you don't need the tickets. It will be just right."
Song Ruan frowned and thought for a while, then refused: "No, you can calculate it according to the normal method. I will buy less cloth first."
She didn't want to owe him this favor, it wasn't good.
"Oh, it's okay, don't think too much about it, this is just a small favor for me."
"Thank you, but no thanks." Song Ruan thought about it and still refused him.
She would think of a way to get the remaining cloth. After all, she had wanted to make a new set of clothes for each of her family members, and she was short of cloth anyway, so this was not a big deal.
After choosing the color of the fabric, she also bought bowls and chopsticks, red paper, and a new broom, all of which would be used on the day of moving into the new house.
In addition, she bought daily necessities such as a new towel, toothbrush, toothpaste and soap for each person.
"How much is it in total?"
Wei Changzheng took the things and started to use the abacus.
"Cotton is 1.8 yuan per pound, a total of 43.2 yuan; cloth is 5.5 yuan per foot, a total of 51.7 yuan; the rest adds up to 4.7 yuan; all added up to 99.6 yuan."
"Okay." Song Ruan counted out 10 reunion photos and passed them over.
After getting the change back, Song Ruan asked the temporary worker to carry these things to the small warehouse she had been renting.
After paying the temporary worker and leaving, she put the things into the space and then went to the black market.
There were still a lot of people in the reopened black market, but their voices were extremely low, as if they were afraid of being discovered.
Obviously, everyone cherishes the precious opportunity of reopening the black market, and even the people watching at the door are extremely vigilant.
Song Ruan took a look around the black market and after getting to know the general situation, he only bought flour and sugar, the ingredients for making red date cake and hawthorn cake, and rode back on his bike.
When they were almost back to the village, Song Ruan took out the cotton and cloth in the space, tied them on the back seat of the bicycle, and went home.
Along the way in the village, it attracted a lot of attention.
"Isn't that the little sister from the Song family? She bought a lot of things."
"Oh, everyone knows that the Song family has been lucky since little sister Song found a new partner."
"Yes, yes. The Song family has been marrying a daughter-in-law and building a house recently."
"Not only that, look at the Song family, their complexions are so good, so rosy."
A group of people were sitting under the banyan tree in front, doing handicrafts and gossiping. Zhang Caihong was among them. When she heard this, she spoke secretly.
"Didn't they say that Song Ruan's family's money was swindled away by his grandmother? How come they still had money to build a house for the wedding, and the wedding banquet was so good?"
"Who wouldn't say it? Maybe he's doing some reselling..."
An aunt heard what Zhang Caihong said and came over to whisper, but when she saw that the person who was speaking was Zhang Caihong, she immediately stopped talking.
"What do you mean by reselling?"
Zhang Caihong went over to ask again, but the man ignored her.
Zhang Caihong was very indignant about this, but she kept in mind the possibility that the Song family might be selling out.
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