It was already late at night when Qin Zhiheng and Yu You left the Yu family's old house.
It was dark and the two of them didn't walk fast.
"Your hand is injured, so you'd better not go out for the next few days. I'll talk to the captain tomorrow."
"You care about me?" Yu You saw Qin Zhiheng's face was still stern. Was he being stubborn? Cold on the outside, warm on the inside?
Step forward and stop Qin Zhiheng.
"Qin Zhiheng, let's talk!"
Qin Zhiheng looked puzzled, not knowing what Yu You wanted to talk to her about.
"I know I made big mistakes before, but I won't do that again. There are so many roles for women, and I can't say I'll be a good wife, mother, or daughter-in-law. But I will try my best to learn how to do it."
"If we can't be together in the end, don't worry, I won't bother you when that day comes!"
Qin Zhiheng looked at her steadily. It was dark, but Yu You's eyes reflected the moonlight, looking very lively.
"Yu You, remember what you said today!"
Yu You didn't know that her words had opened a gap in this man's hard heart for her, allowing her to enter little by little until one day, the space was completely filled.
The next day, Cao Xiu and Yu You got up early, took mung bean cakes and three small baskets, and headed straight to the city.
At the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative.
"Mom, why are so many people buying things?"
"It's a planned economy now, and supplies are very limited. You have to come early and queue up to buy things."
After a while, the shelves in the grocery area were much emptier.
There's only one place selling non-staple food, it's like a monopoly. The scarce goods are sold by force, so of course business is good!
If it weren't for the fact that many non-staple foods require tickets, I estimate that most of the goods delivered every day would be sold out in the morning.
When most people had left, Cao Xiucai took Yu You in.
The two salespeople had just finished their work and were busy working on their half-finished sweaters. In another month, the weather would turn cold, and it would be time to wear sweaters.
In the 1970s, being a salesperson was a popular job. Ordinary people couldn't buy wool, but the salespeople here were very convenient.
Yu You stepped forward with a smile on her face: "Sisters, I heard that the supply and marketing cooperative also buys non-staple food. We made some mung bean cakes at home..."
"Our supply and marketing cooperative has a channel for mung bean cakes, and they are from a state-owned factory. If you don't want to buy anything, just leave." Yu You was interrupted before he could finish his words.
A long-faced salesman spoke harshly and looked down upon Cao Xiu and her daughter because they were wearing tattered clothes.
Yu You, however, is very confident in his mother's cooking skills.
"Ours is a family craft, and the ones from state-owned factories may not be as good. If you don't believe me, you can try it. If it doesn't taste good, I'll give it to you!"
"You look young, but you're still quite boastful! Who can't make some food? How many families can sell it?"
Another round-faced salesman tried to smooth things over, saying, "We don't accept non-staple food easily here. If you have eggs or grain at home, you can bring them in."
"I think you just don't dare to admit that the things sold in the supply and marketing cooperatives are not as good as what ordinary people make at home!"
The long-faced saleswoman's temper was also aroused. She had no idea how well they could do.
"I'm going to try your place and see how good it is. You said it, if it doesn't taste good, just consider it a gift to us!"
It's okay for her to eat a piece for free. These mother and daughter must be stupid. They are just waiting for others to take advantage of them!
I put down the wool in my hand and picked up a piece, only then did I realize that the mung bean cake in the basket was very different from the ones they sold.
They are small, round, and yellow, and all of the same size. They look very beautiful.
Cao Xiu's craftsmanship can still stand the test of time in modern times, and its color, aroma and taste are beyond reproach.
This person has obviously eaten good food before, and he can taste the difference with just one bite.
He muttered stubbornly, "It's just like that. It's all made of mung beans!"
The round-faced salesperson looked at the mung bean cake that his colleague had taken a bite of, revealing the reddish-brown filling.
"And there's filling! Is it red bean paste?"
Although they seldom accept side dishes from outside, it doesn't mean they won't accept good ones.
She had never seen any place selling mung bean cakes with fillings.
There are also performance evaluations among supply and marketing cooperatives, and products are very important!
Director Feng was almost going crazy with worry because the store had no special items.
The round-faced salesperson then became serious and stood up to take a piece.
"It tastes good, but we don't have the final say. Wait a minute, I'll take some to Director Feng to try."
This person's attitude is quite good. Cao Xiu almost shouted "thank you, sister".
These two people looked only a few years younger than her. How could she call them "sister" when she was a girl? Calling them "big sister" was like calling them a generation apart!
Soon, the salesperson took them to the director's office. His attitude was much more attentive than before.
Director Feng is a tall, thin young man, about 27 or 28 years old. He speaks straightforwardly.
"You two are really good with your mung bean cakes. How are you planning to sell them? Can you provide them long-term?"
Yu You asked the director for a piece of oil paper and placed it on the small basket. Then he took out some mung bean cakes and put them in.
"If sold this way, it's a fine product, perfect for gift giving and high profit margins. Of course, the purchase price also has to include the small basket."
"Our mung bean cakes are filled with fillings, giving them a richer flavor. They're a bit more expensive than regular mung bean cakes. 40 cents a pound, and a small basket costs 5 cents each."
Yu You certainly knew that modern handicrafts were very valuable, but prices were low in this era.
Rice and flour are only 1.5 cents per pound, cornmeal is 10 cents per pound, and mung beans are 20 cents per pound.
If the small basket is too expensive, no one will buy it.
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