After leaving Erqiao Village, Wen Guan carried a bamboo basket and followed the memory of his original body, striding towards the commune. He arrived at Tuanjie Commune, exhausted.
Looking at the plaque of "Unity Supply and Marketing Cooperative", Wen Guan truly felt that she was living in 1978, an era when materials were scarce.
Although it is a supply and marketing cooperative, all the furnishings can be seen at a glance. Two wooden cabinets stand against the wall, with scattered items placed on them.
"Sister, is there any pork left?" Wen Guan tried to ask. She knew that no matter what time, the internal staff would reserve some good stuff for themselves.
"No." Wang Zhen from the Supply and Marketing Cooperative replied unhappily.
If the little girl in front of her wasn't as white as a glutinous rice dumpling, she wouldn't have responded.
If you want good stuff, you have to line up early in the morning before dawn, and ask if there is meat in the afternoon, it's really...tsk tsk.
Wen Wan understood immediately that her question was rash as neither she nor her elder sister knew each other.
Thinking about the simple seasonings in the kitchen cabinet while washing dishes at noon, Wen Wan made up his mind and decided to buy more. Money can only be earned if it is spent.
"Big sister, give me three pieces of brown sugar, one pound of white sugar, and two pounds of glutinous rice sticks..."
Wang Zhen stood up and glanced at Wen Wan suspiciously, "Little girl, you can't return the things you put up."
She didn't take Wen Wan seriously at first, thinking that the little girl had little money and would definitely not be able to buy anything.
"Sister, I brought ten dollars with me. Is that enough?" Wen Wan was very smart and immediately understood the implication of Wang Zhen's words.
After listening to this, Wang Zhen smiled and began to weigh things skillfully. She wrapped the brown sugar in oil paper, put the white sugar into the bag, heated the knife with a candle, and sealed it...
Wen Guan looked calm and composed, but he was secretly amazed in his heart: So this is the way to pack things in the 1970s.
After paying and packing her things, she almost drooled thinking that more seasonings would add an extra flavor to her sister-in-law's meal.
Thinking of taking out ten yuan and getting back four and fifty cents, Wen Wan couldn't help laughing. She almost couldn't buy soy sauce and white wine. It was Wang Zhen who lent her the bottles from the supply and marketing cooperative and took a deposit of one yuan from her.
Compared with later generations, these things only cost more than three yuan in total, which was really cheap and the money was very valuable.
It was still early, and on the way back, Wen Guan kept her eyes on the lush flowers, plants and trees on the roadside. She had to see if there were any suitable crops to move into the space.
She couldn't stay at home all the time and had to do farm work to earn work points. Not to mention that Wen's father and mother disagreed, she herself was not very willing to do so.
She can endure hardship, but the reward for the hardship is just a few work points, so she is unwilling to go.
1978, what a great time. Now it is March 1978. By December, a historical event that will change the flower-growing world will occur.
It's really lovely looking. Wen Guan glanced around and saw that there was no one around. He quietly moved the green purslane in front of him into the space.
"Our hometown... is in the fields of hope..." Wen Guan became happier and happier as he worked, and he couldn't help but hum a cheerful song.
Her heart was now full of hope, as if the countless money was waving and calling her, and was about to run into her bag in groups.
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