Two apples and two pears, costing only one yuan, but they were the path Qiao Qiqi paved for herself.
that is……
I don't know when I'll be able to come to the county again.
But who cares?
It doesn't matter if it's given away for free.
This is what the old woman deserves.
The old woman was unaware of Qiao Qiqi's thoughts. When she saw the bright red apple, she was flattered and exclaimed, "Oh dear, how can I accept this?"
"You don't need to be embarrassed. We sold these apples ourselves. You helped us buy such a nice bicycle, so it's only right that we give you two apples."
Qiao Qiqi still had a lot to do today, so she didn't delay any longer and immediately got into the back seat of the car, urging Qin Huai to leave.
Qin Huai jumped into the car and rode back to the black market.
He still had half a basket of apples left unsold, so he had to stay there and sell the rest.
"Can I take the bicycle back on the bus?" Qiao Qiqi had bought the bicycle, but this crucial question suddenly came to her mind.
Qin Huai wasn't quite sure either.
But when he went to town, he saw people carrying bicycles onto buses. "If there aren't many people and there are empty seats, it should be possible, but you have to buy a ticket for the bicycle."
"So you have to buy tickets in this day and age..." Qiao Qiqi remembered that when she was a child, she and her mother had to buy tickets because their luggage was too big. She didn't expect that this tradition would still exist now.
Qin Huai didn't hear what she muttered, only "this era," and he asked in confusion, "What did you say?"
Qiao Qiqi immediately snapped out of her daze, "It's nothing, you can sell here for now, I'll go browse around the shops."
"Okay, then don't go too far, and be careful."
"Um."
After saying goodbye to Qinhuai, Qiao Qiqi had nothing else to do, so she immediately went to a state-run department store.
This is a two-story building, quite spacious, with all kinds of food, clothing, and daily necessities.
Qiao Qiqi first toured the entire first and second floors before starting to pay for things.
Seeing the hair ties and hair clips that little girls were wearing, I thought Xin Xin would definitely like them, so I immediately asked for a pair of the same.
Xin Xin is pregnant, but we can't forget about the other three children.
What do middle school boys like? Qiao Qiqi really didn't know.
Her younger brother, born in the 21st century, is only in the third grade; he was an unexpected child born to her parents late in life.
Therefore, Qiao Qiqi doesn't know much about boys of this age.
However, little boys definitely like toy cars, Ultraman, and toy guns.
Ultraman didn't exist back then.
Qiao Qiqi wandered around the mall, found the pistols, and picked out three that were similar in style and size.
We've got gifts for the kids, now we need to buy gifts for the adults too.
The socks are of good quality. I'll take 10 pairs of men's socks, 10 pairs of women's socks, and another 10 pairs of children's socks.
There were more styles of sun hats in the county town than in the town. Qiao Qiqi bought one for herself. When she saw that there was light gauze that could be used to make skirts and mosquito nets, she immediately bought 10 feet of it.
I also bought shirts and undershirts for both sets of parents...
Soon, Qiao Qiqi's two hands were full.
However, we've bought almost everything.
Qiao Qiqi was carrying her things and walked out when she happened to pass by the watch counter.
She paused subconsciously.
Seeing her carrying large bags, the sales clerk behind the counter realized a customer had arrived and quickly greeted her warmly, "Miss, which watch have you taken a fancy to? Would you like to try it on?"
Qiao Qiqi's gaze fell on the counter.
She wasn't really interested in watches. As someone who had traveled from the 21st century, she had seen all sorts of beautiful watches, so these ordinary styles naturally didn't catch her eye.
But she needs to check the time!
For two consecutive weeks, Qiao Qiqi had been living a life where she had to rely on the sun to tell the time every day, and she really couldn't get used to it.
She examined it closely and thought the gold women's watch was quite nice, so she asked, "How much is this one?"
"Young lady, you have good taste. This one has a Shanghai license plate and costs 110 yuan."
It's not too expensive.
Unfortunately...
Qiao Qiqi looked up and tentatively asked, "Do you need a ticket for this watch? I don't have one, do you? I can buy it with money?"
The salesperson's initially enthusiastic attitude was instantly dampened, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over them.
Not only did all her enthusiasm vanish, but she even rolled her eyes. "Why are you looking at watches if you don't have a ticket? I sell watches, where would I buy tickets?"
I got a retort.
Qiao Qiqi didn't argue and simply picked up her things and left.
However, she didn't notice that someone not far behind her suddenly looked up at her.
Just as Qiao Qiqi walked out of the department store, a figure suddenly caught up with her from behind, "Miss, do you want to buy a watch ticket?"
Qiao Qiqi turned around, looked at the short, dark-skinned man in front of her, and her eyes flickered. "You have?"
"To be honest, I do have a watch voucher here, and it happens to be the Shanghai-plated watch that the young lady wants. It's just a bit pricey, though, at 50 yuan."
Huang Jiajia previously mentioned that someone was selling watches with Shanghai license plates for 50 yuan.
Although tickets were hard to come by, Qiao Qiqi didn't have much money left. After buying the things she had just bought and the bicycle, she only had 230 yuan left.
If we spend 50 yuan on a ticket to buy a watch and then another 110 yuan on a watch, we won't have enough money to buy Lin Chunying a sewing machine.
After weighing the options in her mind, Qiao Qiqi decided to buy a sewing machine for Lin Chunying first.
She can come back to the county to buy the watch a month later.
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