Travel back to the 1970s and start as a female textile worker

Gu Chun went out in the afternoon. It was summer and the sun was very strong.

After walking for a while, he broke out in a sweat. Looking at the scene on the street like an old black and white movie, Gu Chun truly felt that he was living in the 1970s.

Arriving at the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, Gu Chun was in no hurry to enter. After all, she is a migrant, so she still needs to observe how others buy things.

This supply and marketing cooperative is not big, with a row of counters and salespeople standing inside. When buying something, just tell the salesperson what you want, then pay and provide the corresponding receipt, and that's it.

It's just that the salespeople today are different from the bright-smiling service staff in supermarkets and shopping malls in their previous lives. They are all arrogant, with arrogance on their faces, and they are not polite to customers at all.

Because salespeople in this era have a guaranteed job and are not paid according to their performance, this kind of seller's market formed during times of scarcity.

So Gu Chun also smiled when he stepped forward to ask.

"Beautiful sister, do you have any milk powder?"

The originally cold-faced salesperson could no longer control her expression. Who wouldn't like such a talkative little girl?

"Little girl, I'm over thirty, you have to call me aunt."

"Oh, sister, you look only twenty years old. It's not okay to call you aunt, so I'll call you sister." Gu Chun smiled sweetly at her.

Now the arrogant salesperson couldn't hold herself any longer and asked her happily:

"You want to buy milk powder. Does your brother or sister want to drink it? How old are you?"

"That's my brother. He's ten months old. He was born prematurely. The doctor said he needs to be nursed back to health carefully."

Gu Chun felt that it was right to show off his misfortune at the right time, so he began to say with a trembling voice:

"My parents just passed away. My brother has no milk to drink and is crying all the time because of hunger. Sister, if you have any milk powder, please sell me some."

The saleswoman was also a mother. When she heard this, she couldn't bear it. She felt very sympathetic to the little girl and said:

"Don't be sad, little girl. If you have milk powder, it costs 5 yuan per can and a milk powder coupon. You can buy a can first and give it to the child. Don't starve the child, he is still so young."

Gu Chun quickly took out the money and tickets. Originally, she wanted to buy two more cans, but when the salesperson asked her to buy one, she thought there might be some inside story, so she kept silent and listened to her first.

After getting the milk powder, the salesperson pulled her aside to whisper.

"Son, I know people from a milk powder factory. Their employees distribute milk powder every month. Some people will sell it if they don't have children at home. A can is 3 yuan and there is no ticket. If you want it, I will contact you secretly. , but don’t make any noise.”

There is another village where there is a bright future. Originally, Gu Chun only had two milk powder tickets, but the factory where his parents worked was considerate of them and added them.

Children need to drink three or four cans of milk powder a month, so two tickets are not enough.

"Really! Thank you so much, sister, you have helped me a lot. My tickets are not enough for my brother to drink milk powder for a month."

Gu Chun expressed his gratitude to the salesperson on the spot with sincere eyes, which made the salesperson feel a sense of accomplishment.

"It's okay, then I will take you over to find that person now, and then you can go to him to buy milk powder."

Employee benefits in this era are relatively good. Some female employees can go home to breastfeed their children during work. It is not a problem to leave the workplace for a while.

Gu Chun followed the salesperson all the way to the milk powder factory. On the way, he learned that the salesperson's surname was Zhang, Zhang Hua. Her acquaintance at the milk powder factory was actually her brother-in-law. Their children were old and they no longer needed the milk powder, so they wanted to find an opportunity to sell it.