"Sister-in-law, are you home?"
"I'm here." Song Zhi spoke quickly when he heard the voice, and hurried out of the house to open the door.
"This is?"
"These are the pots and coal stoves that the political commissar asked me to buy, as well as the coal briquettes." He pointed at the things around him and suddenly remembered something, then continued, "Oh, and I also ordered a wooden barrel. Someone will deliver it this afternoon. I told them the address. Sister-in-law, just leave some for me this afternoon."
Song Zhi was visibly happy. These things were urgently needed. She hadn't expected that Gu Huaijin would arrange to buy them today just as she mentioned yesterday. "Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Zhao. You've been running around a lot since we got here. How much are these things? I'll go get the money."
"No, no, the political commissar has already given the money. Where should I put these things? Sister-in-law, show me a place and I'll put them there."
Zhao Shitou put his things away and left in a hurry. Song Zhi said he would pour him a glass of water, but he left before he could even finish it.
After washing the dishes and putting them away, Song Zhi planned to go out to buy some vegetables. She happened to have a pot with her. She hadn't seen the pot that Gu Huaijin brought back last night when she woke up in the morning, so it was time to return it.
Song Zhigang was just walking out to the vegetable market when a female voice rang out from behind him, "Is this Commissar Gu's family?"
The woman first looked at Song Zhi, with a flash of surprise in her eyes. Seeing that she was wearing cotton clothes, she curled her lips at first, and then a hint of jealousy flashed across her face. It was obviously an ordinary style without any patterns, but it made her waist look slender and her figure curves were excellent.
"Who are you?" Song Zhi turned around and saw a woman dressed very fashionably. She had wavy curls, wore a bright red tweed coat, brown tweed trousers, and small leather shoes. It was a stranger and she didn't recognize him, but she still asked politely.
"I live next door to you. I'm Qian Jiali, the wife of the Second Battalion Commander Tian Yangjiang. I was working at school yesterday. When I came back in the evening, I heard that you had moved in. I was sorry to bother you, but I didn't expect to meet you just when I went out today. It's really fate." Qian Jiali was very familiar and stepped forward to hold Song Zhi's hand, but Song Zhi dodged.
She didn't get angry. Looking at Song Zhi holding a basket, she smiled and asked, "Are you going to buy groceries?"
"Yes, let's go to the vegetable market and have a look." Song Zhi knew that one should not hit a smiling person, but he spoke in a light tone, and anyone could hear the alienation in his tone.
But Qian Jiali seemed not to notice, and asked in surprise, "I didn't expect you could cook. I thought all the girls in Kyoto were so good at cooking."
"Girls in Kyoto are also human beings and need to eat. If I have nothing else, I will go buy groceries first. Our husband Gu will come back for lunch at noon." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave without waiting for Qian Jiali's response.
When Qian Jiali heard her say this, her expression froze for a moment, then quickly returned to normal. "Then go buy groceries first. Cooking is more important. Come over to my house when you have time."
Song Zhi nodded in response, but he felt that this woman's behavior was strange. She spoke with sarcasm, talked to her about all sorts of things, and acted so familiarly. It was really contradictory.
Seeing Song Zhi walking away, Qian Jiali rolled her eyes in disdain. What kind of person is that? She thought they were all from the city, so she started talking to her and trying to get close to her, thinking that they would be in the same group in the future.
If any other old lady wentssip in front of her, she'd have another person to clash with. The old ladies in the compound disliked her most because she spent all day doing no housework and didn't act like a daughter-in-law. Unexpectedly, she didn't even answer her call. Qian Jiali was naturally angry, shook her arms, and went home.
When she arrived at the vegetable market, Song Zhi saw that there was a wide variety of things here, but she found that the vegetables and fruits were basically in season, unlike Kyoto where greenhouse vegetables would occasionally appear.
I walked up to the old farmer selling potatoes and stopped. "Uncle, how much are these?"
"Girl, if you want all of these, just give me 6 cents per pound." The old man looked at the sky and saw that it was probably around ten o'clock. He wanted to sell all the vegetables as soon as possible and go back. After all, he didn't get many work points by selling these vegetables, and he still had to go back to work.
"That's too much. I only want half."
"I usually sell it for 8 cents. If you want half, I'll charge you 7 cents. Is that okay with you?" The old farmer was a little disappointed, but he would take as much as he could buy and keep this customer first.
"Thank you, old man. Please calculate how much it is."
"Okay." The old man quickly found a scale, divided the pile of potatoes into two parts, put one of them on the scale and weighed it. "That's twenty-eight cents in total. What do you think?"
"No need." Song Zhi refused and found fifty cents from his pocket and handed it to him.
"Here's 22 cents, keep it." After putting the potatoes in the basket, Song Zhi went on to buy some cabbage, radish, seasonings, oil, etc. When he saw the meat stall, his eyes lit up.
"Master, do you have any pork belly left?"
"No, where can we get pork belly at this time?" The chef looked up and saw a new face, probably someone who had just joined the army. He kindly reminded him, "If you want to buy meat in the future, come here around 7 or 8 o'clock. It's sold out by then."
Seeing him remind him, Song Zhi politely thanked him, glanced at the ribs hanging on the stall, and then asked, "Are these ribs for sale now?"
The stall owner followed her gaze and asked in surprise, "You want ribs? There's not much meat on these ribs."
"Yes, mainly because I didn't buy any meat today, so I'll make do with pork ribs." Song Zhike didn't want to be seen as a sucker, so he just pretended to be embarrassed.
The stall owner thought about it and said, "Pork is 68 cents. There's not much meat on the ribs, so I'll give you 60 cents."
"Thank you, Master. Please give me five pounds. It's cold now, so it's easy to store." In fact, Song Zhi was very happy. In modern times, the price of spare ribs is several times that of pork. If this is not a bargain, then what is it? It's a pity that people nowadays don't know the goodness of spare ribs.
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