"It's really good flour. How much do you plan to sell it for?" The old lady was very surprised to find such good flour here.
People in Hunan Province like rice but not noodles. Few people can make dumplings and steamed buns, so flour is not popular. Without demand, there is naturally less supply. As long as you have money, rice is not difficult to buy, but white flour is hard to come by.
She was from the north and returned to her hometown with her husband after retirement. Everything else was fine: both the elders had pensions and their children were successful. However, she was not used to rice and flour was hard to come by, which made her very uncomfortable. She had come to Heilongjiang to try her luck, but she didn't expect that she would actually encounter it.
"One yuan per catty." Qiao Mo saw that other people's rice was sold for eight to nine yuan, and this white flour was slightly more expensive than rice, so she asked for one yuan.
"How much do you have?" The old lady knew the situation and did not bargain.
"Ten pounds." Qiao Mo took out the bag of flour and pointed to the words "20 kilograms" on it and said, "You are the first customer. I haven't opened the scale yet."
"I want them all, but my bag is too small, you have to give it to me." The old lady knew that this was a rare opportunity, so she gritted her teeth and took them all.
"I want to buy some things to take back home. I can't do without a bag. Otherwise, Auntie, can you give me your bag?" Qiao Mo was reluctant to part with the flour bag. It was a pure cotton bag. After washing, it could not only hold things, but also be used for other things. In the era when cloth coupons were needed to buy cloth, they were very precious.
The old lady looked at the tattered flour bag in Qiao Mo's hand, then looked at the flowered cloth bag in her own hand that she took out for the first time, and she hardened her heart and nodded in agreement.
Qiao Mo took her floral cloth bag and ten yuan, and considering that the old lady was old and frail, he asked for her opinion and decided to give her a ride.
Qiao Mo followed the old lady for two blocks with the basket on his back. At her signal, he stopped, took out the bag of flour, gave it to her, and turned away.
Seeing that it was almost twelve o'clock and she was a little hungry, she decided to eat at the state-owned restaurant first: since coming to this world, she had never eaten at the famous state-owned restaurant and didn't know how the food tasted. So she found a place to change her clothes, took off her mask and straw hat, and put them into the space of the wooden bracelet.
The state-owned restaurant was easy to find, just opposite the supply and marketing cooperative. There were two tables of people inside. Qiao Mo walked in without looking around, went to the service desk and ordered three or four taels of rice, two servings of braised pork and a cabbage soup.
The waiter didn't expect that a country girl could be so generous as to order braised pork. He wanted to say that there was no meat, but the blackboard clearly said "braised pork". He could only reluctantly take the money and ticket, and with a stern face, told her to wait in her seat and call her when the food was ready.
The waiter's eyes were on top of his head, and he definitely wouldn't serve tea to the guests. Qiao Mo's mouth was so dry that he had to take out the military water bottle and drink a few sips of water.
There is no mineral water everywhere in this world. In order to drink water in time, she can only carry this kettle with her. This kettle was given to the original owner by Qiao Chengsong. It has been used for several days, but the original owner cherished it and protected it very well. Even the paint has not fallen off. There is also a military kettle in the wooden bracelet space. They are all intact. It is too conspicuous to take it out, which does not suit her identity.
After the dishes were served, Qiao Mo took out a lunch box from her backpack, put a few pieces of braised pork on the rice, and put the rest into the lunch box, covered it, and put it into the backpack: she had not eaten fresh pork since she came to this world, and Kang Mingyuan and the others had not eaten fresh meat for a long time. She was not short of money, so since she came to the state-owned restaurant, she would buy two servings of meat to take home for a snack.
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