Stepmother Reborn: Dad, my mom hasn't hit me for three days

Zhang Xiuhua went directly to the place the old lady mentioned, the machinery factory family compound. Workers were very popular at that time, and the machinery factory was the richest one among them.

She rode her bike straight to her destination. She took off her sunglasses for fear that the guard would not let her in. As for hats and masks, many people still wore them at this time, so they were not noticeable. She went forward and knocked on the door, and soon someone came to open it.

"Who are you looking for?"

"I heard your family wanted a sewing machine? Do you still want one? I have a sewing machine that I don't need and would like to sell it. It's 90% new."

The old lady looked behind Zhang Xiuhua and asked, "Where's the stuff?"

"I came to ask about the situation. If you want it, I will go home to get it. That thing is very heavy." Zhang Xiuhua smiled.

The old lady thought the same and said, "Okay. Just bring it here."

After the deal was made, Zhang Xiuhua rode her bicycle out of the housing estate.

Half an hour later, she arrived on her bicycle, dragging the sewing machine with her. It was so heavy that it almost crushed the wheel.

She untied the string of the sewing machine. The old lady heard the noise and came out to see what was going on, looking around the bicycle.

It was indeed 90% new. It was a Butterfly brand. She touched it curiously and asked her to take the things off so that she could try.

Zhang Xiuhua taught her how to do it. The old lady was not stupid. She took a piece of scrap cloth and quickly sewed a line. She was satisfied, but she didn't show it on her face. She started to find faults with the sewing machine, "It's old after all. People buy new ones when they get married."

Zhang Xiuhua was not angry either. Only those who choose goods are businessmen. She smiled and said, "Who doesn't want new ones? But there are too few sewing machines, especially in the south where the rigid quota is met. We can't get one. This machine doesn't require an industrial ticket, and the price is affordable."

"how much is it?"

"No bargaining, two hundred."

The old lady was immediately disgusted, "The supply and marketing cooperative only sells new ones for 180, and your old one costs 200."

"Sister, the supply and marketing cooperative needs industrial tickets. And they need twenty at a time. Now an industrial ticket is worth five yuan. Buying a new one costs at least two hundred and eighty yuan. I'll give you eighty yuan off. You've made a lot of money."

The old lady asked her to make way, but Zhang Xiuhua refused. Instead, she took out two rolls of thread from her bag and gave them to her as a gift.

The old lady was immediately satisfied.

After paying the money, Zhang Xiuhua didn't rush to leave, but asked her if she wanted candy.

At that time, supplies were in short supply, and weddings rarely had dinner parties. Most people just gave candies as a token of their appreciation.

The old lady looked at her in surprise and asked, "What candy do you have?"

There are many kinds of candies in her space, all bought by Jidong when he visited her. But many brands were only available later, and she only took out White Rabbit Milk Candy now.

"White Rabbit. I have a lot of them. Each pound costs one dollar. How many do you want?"

When she heard that it cost one yuan, the old lady took a deep breath and wanted to say it was too expensive, but then she remembered that she didn't need the candy coupons, so she held back her exclamation. She thought for a long time and said, "I want two kilograms."

Zhang Xiuhua nodded, "Okay. I'll go back and get it for you."

She was about to leave, but the old lady stopped her again and asked, "Do you have any red paper?"

I really don't have this. The only red paper Zhang Xiuhua has is a couplet, but that thing can't be torn off. First, the zodiac sign doesn't match, and second, it's old.

The old lady was not giving up, "Where's the meat?"

"How much do you want?"

The old lady's eyes lit up, "I want two kilograms."

Zhang Xiuhua nodded. "Other people sell pork for 1.8 yuan, I'll give you 1.5 yuan. But I have to make it clear that my meat is pure lean."

Although she is old, she still pays attention to health preservation and does not eat fatty meat. But people in the 1970s did not have oil and water and liked to eat fatty meat.

The lady nodded, "Okay."

She also asked if there were any cigarettes or alcohol and how much they cost.

This is true. Jilin was a bad person in his previous life, always causing trouble. Although he is young, he is addicted to smoking. He can't afford expensive cigarettes, so he smokes cheap ones.

But no matter how cheap it is, it is not a brand of this time. She thought for a while and said, "Yes, I have it, but there is no cigarette box. I will give you a discount, 30 cents for 20 cigarettes."

The old lady didn't care, "Then give me twenty."

She then asked what kind of wine was available.

Zhang Xiuhua has good wine in her space, Maotai, but the vintage doesn't match. She can't take it out, and Maotai has changed its trademark later. It would be bad if she took it out and was mistaken for a fake.

"There is Erguotou. But the glass was torn off."

This is the wine she used when she pickled sauerkraut and rinsed the jar. It can be used to sterilize and is cheap. The name corresponding to the wine glass is not the current one. It must be torn off.

"Sure. How much?"

"Three yuan." At that time, Red Star Erguotou was sold for 1.8 yuan. She sold it for 3 yuan, which was not expensive.

"I want two bottles."

Zhang Xiuhua wrote down everything and agreed to send it back in half an hour, then she rode her bicycle away in a hurry.

She came back half an hour later, paid the bill, and left in a hurry.

Riding her bike all the way home, she began to keep track of today's accounts.

The sewing machine was sold for 200 yuan, ten sheets totaled 100 yuan, two pairs of shoes were 20 yuan, and the remaining miscellaneous items were 11.3 yuan. The total amount was 331.3 yuan.

Although the money was still not enough, Zhang Xiuhua did not plan to sell it anymore.

The items she sold this time were a bit eye-catching. And even if she made that much money, she couldn't use it all to buy coal.

Every household could only buy a few hundred kilograms, but she bought three tons, which attracted too much attention.

After finishing the accounting, the children came back and Zhang Xiuhua gave each of them a Gala fruit. These were bought at the black market last time.

After lunch, Youcai's dough was ready, and Zhang Xiuhua taught him how to knead the dough. This step is very simple, and Youcai can learn it right away.

After kneading, steam it in a pot.

Not to mention that the steamed buns were really chewy. I don’t know if it was her psychological effect or something else, but she found that the buns were not white in color, but they tasted very fragrant, and she could smell the fragrance of wheat.

Zhang Xiuhua gave Youcai a thumbs up and said, "You steamed it so well the second time, that's amazing!"

Youcai raised the corner of his mouth proudly.

But in the next sentence, his smile disappeared again.

"You're going to school tomorrow. Remember to put your books and notebooks in your schoolbag."

Baolin spun around happily, "That's great! I can finally go to school."

Youcai thought this girl was a fool. What was the point of going to school? The teacher was so fierce. She might as well go to the mountains to look for wild fruits.

"I'll take you to report tomorrow. If there's anything you don't understand, write it down and ask Zhou Zhiqing and Li Zhiqing later, okay?"

Baolin and Jidong nodded in agreement.

The next day, Zhang Xiuhua woke up the children before dawn. Of course, they had to make their own breakfast. Zhang Xiuhua would not serve them just because they had to go to school.

The three children were yawning. Youcai was the oldest and directed Jidong to pick sweet potatoes, Baolin was responsible for making fire, and he was responsible for washing vegetables and cooking.

Three dishes and a soup were quickly prepared. As for the staple food, it was naturally the steamed buns that were steamed yesterday. With sweet potato porridge and green vegetables, it was both filling and nutritious.

There was not enough space on one bicycle for three children. Zhang Xiuhua couldn't favor one over the other, so she let the three children take turns riding for a while and then came back to pick them up.

After a while, we arrived at the primary school in Zhoujiatun.

To be honest, if Youcai hadn't introduced it, Zhang Xiuhua would have thought it was some kind of pig farm. The dilapidated adobe walls were painted with slogans unique to that era. The dilapidated wooden doors seemed like they could be blown down in a storm. The houses inside were even more awful. They were all adobe houses with thatched roofs, and there were no brick and tile houses at all.

Zhang Xiuhua was puzzled, why didn’t Lijiatun have such a school with no cost?