With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Nowadays, buying food requires food stamps and money. Xue Ming, Liu Yue'e and Xue Ling work in the city and have urban household registration. Each of them can get forty kilograms of food stamps every month.

Although my younger brother and younger sister go to school in the city, they do not have urban household registration. Their household registration is still in the Zhaocun Brigade of Guangming Commune, so they cannot get food stamps from the provincial capital.

With food stamps, you can go to the department store and buy food with money, but the food in the provincial capital is just a piece of waste paper when you get it to the capital, because food stamps are issued by local governments and can only be circulated within their jurisdiction.

However, there is a kind of food stamp issued by the state that can be circulated all over the country. It is called the national food stamp, and ordinary people cannot get this kind of food stamp.

Xue Ming came to Zhao's house carrying gifts, met Zhao Qinghong, and asked him to help get [-] kilograms of national food stamps, and explained in detail the causes and consequences.

"It's not impossible for Xiaoyuan to live in the capital. Leaving the sad place will probably change his life, but three hundred pounds is a bit much." Zhao Qinghong showed a wry smile.

"Please ask Uncle Zhao for help. I can buy it at a high price. Money is not an issue." Xue Ming had a reason to collect enough food stamps.

"This is not a question of money. Only cadres who often travel to the province for meetings have universal food stamps. These people are not short of money or food." Zhao Qinghong explained patiently.

Xue Ming suddenly thought of the black market. There are many second-generation officials who are lacking in ideas this year. Going to the black market may bring unexpected gains.

"You go and talk to the old man, and I will try my best to help you find him." Zhao Qinghong said.

Xue Ming got up and went to chat with Zhao Dingkai. The two men played chess again, and they were killing each other game after game.

The room was quiet. Zhao Xue came home from get off work and came to watch the game. She sat beside him silently and very well-behaved.

At the end of the chess game, Zhao Dingkai surrendered and said, "Your chess skills have improved rapidly. I'm afraid I won't be your opponent in two years."

"Thank you, old man. My chess skills have not improved, but your energy is not as strong as before." Xue Ming stood up and left.

"Haha, you are still so straight-forward when you speak, Xiaoxue, give it to him." Zhao Dingkai waved his hand and yawned.

Zhao Xue did not send him away from the Zhao family immediately. Instead, she took him to her boudoir, closed the door, and rummaged through the cabinets to find something.

The boudoir was very tidy, the tables, chairs and benches were wiped spotless, the whole room was white in color, and there was a faint fragrance in the air.

"Found it." Zhao Xue found five national food stamps and took out ten more from his pocket and handed them all to Xue Ming, "I saved these five kilograms before, and my father asked me to give these ten to you. "

"Thank you." Xue Ming gave her [-] yuan and [-] cents. The black market price of general food stamps was [-] cents per pound.

Knowing Xue Ming's temper, Zhao Xue directly accepted the money, "General food stamps are hard to find. I will ask the school teachers and leaders tomorrow."

Xue Ming said with a smile, "You are usually very busy teaching, so you don't need to worry about such small things. I will just go to the black market to buy some tomorrow."

"I'll go with you. Tomorrow happens to be Sunday." Zhao Xue became excited. She had heard of the black market in the provincial capital but had never been there, and she suddenly wanted to see the world.

Xue Ming hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "You'd better not go. It's not safe. There are people from all walks of life in the black market."

Zhao Xue chuckled and felt sweet in her heart. In the past, Xue Ming knew that she would not consider her safety.

There was a coughing sound outside the house. Zhao Xue blushed and hurriedly opened the door. Zhao Xue's mother Qin Fengru stood outside the door.

"Xiao Xue has dinner before leaving. Meat wontons just out of the pot." Qin Fengru said with a kind face.

"Thank you Aunt Qin, but I have guests at home to entertain. I'll try your craft another day." Xue Ming left Zhao's house with a few polite words.

Qin Fengru glared at her daughter, "A man and a woman are alone in the same room and the door is closed. Aren't you afraid of others gossiping?"

Zhao Xue's face turned redder, and she hurriedly hugged her mother's arm and said coquettishly, "Mom, tomorrow you can ask grandpa if he has national food stamps, okay?"

"You stinky girl, let's have some fun, don't let others betray you without knowing it." Qin Fengru pointed her daughter's forehead with her finger.

"I know, I know." Zhao Xue covered her forehead and laughed, taking small steps to the kitchen to eat wontons.

At noon the next day, Zhao Xue rode a bicycle to her best friend Yan Xiaoyan's house and pestered her to go shopping in the black market.

Yan Xiaoyan taught mathematics in No. [-] Middle School, and they both taught in the same grade. She was so annoyed that she could only agree to it.

The black market is located in the southern suburbs near the crematorium. It was a battlefield before the founding of the People's Republic of China. It has been abandoned and became a black market.

There were many people in the market, most of whom were selling grain, oil and cloth. They were cutting back on clothing and dieting to sell their accumulated rations.

The two of them browsed the black market, and Yan Xiaoyan rolled her eyes tiredly, "Auntie, what do you want to buy? It seems like you don't lack anything at home."

"I bought some national food stamps for a friend. I haven't seen anyone selling them after shopping for so long. Xiaoyan, do you know where to buy them?" Zhao Xue asked in a low voice.

"A friend? Male or female? You won't talk about someone secretly behind my back, right?" Yan Xiaoyan suddenly became more energetic, "Come on, tell me, what kind of friend is it?"

"Why are you asking so many questions? Tell me where to buy it!" Zhao Xue blushed.

"Haha, we have found the right person. Is he good-looking? Make an appointment another day and let me check it for you." Yan Xiaoyan's interest became even stronger for a while.

The two sisters chatted and laughed and continued to visit the market. Yan Xiaoyan specifically picked out people wearing suits and leather shoes to strike up conversations.

"I asked my comrade if there are any national food stamps? My sister wants to buy them."

"That's for cadres. I, a common man, can't afford it."

It's really hard to find general food stamps. Yan Xiaoyan asked seven or eight people but couldn't get any results. She spent the whole morning shopping and still couldn't buy one.

"Xiaoxue, please come back another day. I definitely won't be able to buy it today." Yan Xiaoyan looked depressed.

Zhao Xue nodded and the two rode bicycles back to the city. She was too embarrassed to continue to trouble others.

After returning home and eating, Zhao Xue rode to the black market again, and mustered up the courage to ask a young man in khaki, "Hello, comrade, do you have any national food stamps?"

"Comrade, you are late. I only have ten pounds and I just sold it to an aunt." The young man waved his hand and said.

"Thank you, comrade." Zhao Xue was very happy. Although she missed the opportunity, she knew that there was a ticket seller here.

But I was not happy for long. Two hours passed without buying one, and I gradually became depressed.

At this time, two young men walked up to her. One of them, with his hair parted, asked in a low voice, "Comrade, do you want to buy universal food stamps?"

"Yes, do you have it?" Zhao Xue suddenly became hopeful.

"My family has thirty kilograms, and his family has dozens of kilograms." He turned his head and quietly winked at his accomplice.

"Yes, I have fifty kilograms, but I keep them at home. If you want to buy them, come and get them with me." said the young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

Thirty plus fifty is eighty. Zhao Xue nodded immediately before she had time to think about it, "I bought them all, how much does it cost per pound?"