Rebirth 70, I want to be Niu Hulu Qinghuan

Ji Qinghuan did not ask the three people at the educated youth point, but went directly to Hu County. It would only take more than 20 minutes anyway, and if he felt tired, he could walk a little further and there would be a bus.

The weather was too hot. Ji Qinghuan didn't walk as fast as he did yesterday when he returned to the village. After walking for about ten minutes, he saw a few people standing at the intersection. They were probably waiting for the bus. Ji Qinghuan stopped beside them and stood waiting for the bus.

There were several people waiting for the bus at the intersection. From a distance, they saw a tall girl walking towards them. When they got closer, they found that she was so beautiful. Her skin was even whiter and glowing.

Several female comrades couldn't help but look at their skin. It was very good, a healthy wheat color, and they couldn't help but envy Ji Qinghuan.

There are also some jealous people who speak sarcastically. It really is true that there are always people who talk nonsense no matter what era it is.

"Whose capitalist's daughter is this? Her skin is still so white in the hot summer. You can tell she is not a working class person, but someone who only knows how to enjoy life..." A girl with a healthy complexion cannot be described as just healthy. She should be described as a tanned comrade. She kept talking.

"Comrade, I can go to the police and tell them that you said the family of the martyr is a capitalist lady." Ji Qinghuan suddenly remembered that his nominal father was a martyr who sacrificed for the motherland. Then when he went out, his identity was given by himself.

"What?" The dark-skinned female comrade looked incredulous. Just saying that anyone is a martyr's relative? "If you say so, then it's him? Don't pretend!"

"Whether she is pretending or not, we will know when we go to the Public Security Bureau." Ji Qinghuan is not afraid, because her file shows that she is indeed the child of a martyr. Not only is she the child of a martyr, she is also the granddaughter of an old Red Army soldier.

When the people around heard that they were the family members of martyrs, they couldn't help but look at them differently.

Ji Qinghuan looked down at her skin. Why was it so much whiter than yesterday?

"So what if you are the child of a martyr! You are so white, and if you don't work, you must be a capitalist." The dark-skinned female comrade still looked unconvinced, thinking that even if her parents were martyrs, it did not mean that she could enjoy it.

"Hey... uh... female comrade, which eye of yours saw that I was a capitalist? Do you know me? I am not only the child of a martyr, but also the third generation of the Red Army, with a good family background. I have fair skin, which is a congenital disease. No matter how much I get sunburned, I will not get tanned. Don't envy me for this." What disease is it? It's just a lack of melanin. It's not a disease. Ji Qinghuan thinks that everyone can use their imagination.

At this time, an old lady came forward

"Hey, girl, I see your white complexion is not normal. You are sick and the child of a martyr, yet people still say that. I can testify at the police station later..."

"Yes. We can all testify." The loudest voice was from a gay man. He liked looking at pretty girls, but he didn't dare to go up to them, fearing that people would say something. Now it's okay. He can follow suit.

At this time, the dark-skinned female comrade was also embarrassed. She was also a bad mouth. She was a role model in the brigade and was used to talking back at people. Others would admire her ability to work and say nothing, but this time, she hit a wall.

"I...I didn't know you were sick."

Ji Qinghuan knew that this was cowardice.

At this time, the bus also came, turned and stopped at this intersection.

Ji Qinghuan was the last in line and got on the bus quickly. He found an empty seat by the window and sat down.

The car was a bit stuffy, but it was probably from the starting station. The car was probably wiped. The smell was not that bad.

I opened the car and there was not much wind, but it was still ventilated.

Looking at the streets along the way and feeling the hurried footsteps of people on the street, everything is so real.

Soon the supply and marketing cooperative arrived. Many people got off the bus at this stop, but some people stayed in the bus and continued on.

Ji Qinghuan wanted to see what the Hu County Supply and Marketing Cooperative had, but she didn't want to bring out something too conspicuous and attract attention.

The supply and marketing cooperative in Hu County only has one floor. But the products sold there are quite complete, even bicycles. Ji Qinghuan walked around the counters one by one and roughly knew what was sold here. There are similar ones in his own space. The supply and marketing cooperative here is not as complete as the one in the city. Of course, that is the provincial capital, although this is close, it is incomparable.

Ji Qinghuan had a rough idea in his mind and prepared to leave.

"What kind of person is this? He just looks but doesn't buy."

Just as Ji Qinghuan turned around, a sarcastic voice appeared behind him.

When I turned around, I saw that the voice came from the salesperson.

The salesperson saw Ji Qinghuan looking back, but he didn't feel embarrassed and continued to say, "This guy is so clean-looking. Why does he have time instead of going to work and wandering around?" He was implying that Ji Qinghuan was an unemployed vagrant and a street urchin.

Ji Qinghuan's inner thoughts: Is it easy for me every day? I always meet people who open their mouths.

"Comrade, please give me an imported watch." Ji Qinghuan asked for something that the supply and marketing cooperative didn't have, which immediately left the salesperson speechless.

"No?" Even if I don't buy anything, I still have to show my aura. It's not that I don't buy, it's that you don't have what I want to buy.

"Comrade, this is really useless. If you don't believe me, just take a look. Our domestic brands are also good." The salesperson next to him couldn't stand it and came over to smooth things over.

"No, forget it. Comrade, please help me get the bicycle." Ji Qinghuan looked at the person who came over and was quite polite. He didn't want to embarrass him.

"Comrade, is that the women's bicycle over there?" the salesperson asked again uncertainly.

Because nowadays, most people buy bikes with a large frame, which can be ridden by both men and women. It is more affordable. It is not uncommon for women to buy this bike, but it is rare.

"Yes, comrade, how much?"

"One hundred and sixty, and a bicycle ticket."

Ji Qinghuan looked in his bag and took out two rolls of Great Unity and a bicycle ticket. He took out four tickets from one roll and handed over the rest.

The person who spoke at the beginning seemed to leave because no one liked him. I suddenly felt that my sense of superiority as a salesperson in the supply and marketing cooperative was gone. Especially when Ji Qinghuan handed over the money. The watch on his wrist was a special supply model. It would never flow to the supply and marketing cooperative to sell.

The salesperson took the money and the ticket, counted them and put them in the cash box. He then gave Ji Qinghuan a receipt.

"Comrade, take it and go south to get your stamp with the ticket."

"Okay, thank you." Ji Qinghuan thanked him and pushed his bicycle out of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Show the receipt at the big stamped place.

Ji Qinghuan stroked the bicycle and said, "From now on, I will be a car owner."

Have a car, a house, food and drink.

"I ride my beloved bicycle and have too much fun." I rode to the state-owned restaurant. I prepared to bring some delicious food to reward Su Xiaoyu who worked hard to clean the house.

When you walk into a state-owned restaurant, you will see a row of large characters written on the front desk: No beating or scolding of customers allowed.

Uh. It seems that the attitude of this state-owned restaurant is not as good as that of the city.

Looking at today's recommended blackboard:

There are clear soup noodles, vegetarian buns, wild vegetable wontons, pickled eggplant, braised potatoes, etc....all vegetarian dishes.

"Hello comrade, do you have any meat dishes today?" Although Ji Qinghuan was not very picky, he didn't want to choose any of the dishes since they were all vegetarian.

The salesperson sitting at the bar, knitting without even looking up, said, "Today's supply is all on the blackboard. If it's not written, there's none."