With a Door In Mind

Jiang Xiaochuan sighed, how could anyone be so angry when they saw him casually.

He thought about it for a while and said, "Fuel tickets, cake tickets, sugar tickets, milk powder tickets, coal stove tickets, oh... and thermos tickets. Do you have any of these?"

The other party didn't answer when he heard what he said. He casually flipped through his bag, which contained a pile of bills. Most are food stamps.

Then he picked out some tickets and said,

"The oil ticket is 10 jin, one piece per jin,

The cake ticket is 2 yuan per catty, only 2 catties,

A candy ticket costs 1 yuan a pound, but only 2 pounds.

Coal stove tickets are 2 pieces and 3 pieces, and there are 2 pieces.

1 thermos ticket, 1 yuan 8.

There are no tickets for milk powder and malted milk essence. Those things will only be available when the Chinese New Year is approaching. "

The gas and cake tickets are much more expensive than their own. But also, there are few pastries in rural areas, so they are cheap.

Anyway, it's not expensive, so there's no counter-offer, I want it all. A total of 23 pieces of 1 hair.

At this point, he only had 100 yuan and 9 cents left in his hand.

I have to pay for the food tomorrow.

200 catties of rice, 3 hairs per catty, 60 yuan in total.

Corn flour is 50 cents per pound, and 200 pounds is 30 yuan.

A total of 90 yuan, so I only have 10 yuan and 9 cents left in my hand.

Those tickets bought must also buy something.

This calculation is actually not enough, his hands and feet are too big.

I just feel that things are really cheap as if they don't want money. It's hard to make money without thinking about it.

Jiang Xiaochuan paid the money and was about to leave, his mind flashed, remembering that Fatty Wang seemed to have a drink ticket when he flipped through his bag just now.

Then he asked, "By the way, did you have a drink ticket just now?"

Fatty Wang nodded and said, "Moutai wine tickets are 2 yuan and 5 each. There are 6 tickets."

Jiang Xiaochuan sighed when he heard the price, "It's really cheap."

It's a little more expensive than a cake ticket.

In later generations, almost any family can eat pastries, but Moutai is really not something that ordinary people can afford.

But what he thought was not to keep it for future appreciation, but to prepare to drink it himself.

In my previous life, I was under a lot of pressure, and I started drinking when I was in high school. University has never stopped.

But fortunately, he has better self-control, and every time he has a few drinks. Never overdo it.

At that time, I drank Moutai once, and it felt good, but it was also a new wine.

How can I let myself go now?

Now that I am still young, I am not old enough to drink it. If I leave it for a few years, plus the space to accelerate, the taste will definitely be better.

So he asked for all 6 Moutai tickets.

Jiang Xiaochuan calculated the money in his hand and felt that it was not enough.

He thought about the fruit and honey in his space, or whether to sell some fruit. So much that I and Jiang Xiaohe couldn't finish it.

So he asked Housan about the price, "Brother Hou, do you want any fruit here?"

Hearing his words, Hou San asked happily, "Yes! Why not! What fruits do you have?"

Because of the shortage of food in this era, food is the mainstay, and fruits are rarely grown.

In some places in the countryside, there are actually a lot of fruits. But because it is relatively scattered and inconvenient to transport.

Therefore, the fruits in the countryside rot on the trees after they mature. And there are very few fruits in the city.

"What's the price of peaches, plums, apricots, apples and winter jujubes?"

Hou San thought for a while, "Plums and apricots are five cents a pound, peaches and apples are a pound, and winter jujubes are 1 cents a pound."

Jiang Xiaochuan roughly estimated the fruits in his space, and said, "Each fruit is more than 50 kilograms, and there are more winter jujubes. Do you want to have a few hundred kilograms?"

When Hou Sanyi heard that there were so many, he was immediately excited, "I want all these."

The provincial capital is so big, so what does this fruit count for?

Jiang Xiaochuan nodded and said, "I'll take you there tomorrow morning."

The deal is basically done.

Jiang Xiaochuan and Hou San greeted each other and left on a bicycle.

He wants to find one near the black market and live in a guest house.

Bumping his short legs, riding a bicycle, loitering on the street.

After a while he saw a guest house and parked his bicycle in the courtyard of the guest house. went in.

As for the bike is not locked.

Well, this is something Jiang Xiaochuan himself forgot.

But in this day and age, bicycles are still quite safe. If you lose a bicycle, it is already a big case.

Walking into the guest house, behind the counter was a little girl, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a ponytail and a floral dress.

Jiang Xiaochuan took out Jiang Dingzhong's certificate and opened a room.

Originally, according to Jiang Xiaochuan's proof, there was no way to open a single room, but now it may be because there are not many people.

So Jiang Xiaochuan opened a single room.

Thirty cents a night. Not cheap.

But compared with Datongpu, there is an extra bottle of thermos.

It is similar to the hotels in later generations, with a wooden single bed, a quilt and a pillow.

While it was still early, he was going to go out for a walk and buy the ticket in his hand.

Because he didn't have to buy big-ticket items, he didn't go to the department store this time. Just came to the supply and marketing agency.

He spent more than 20 yuan to use up all the tickets in his hand, this time he didn't forget the lock.

But when it was time to buy wine, something went wrong.

Moutai is really cheap, 2 yuan 9 cents a bottle. However, Maotai is actually limited to purchase, only two bottles can be purchased at a time.

Jiang Xiaochuan walked out of the supply and marketing cooperative with two bottles of Moutai in a depressed mood.

It seems that it can only be bought in batches.

So he rode a bicycle. After running two more supply and marketing cooperatives, I replaced all the 6 wine tickets in my hand with wine.

Speaking of which, can I order more fruits and brew some fruit wine in the future?

Well...that's a good idea.

But you don't have a wooden barrel, do you?

Think about this later.

But at this time he has more important things to do.

When looking for a supply and marketing agency, he found a waste collection station.

Speaking of which, isn't it said that waste collection stations are full of treasures in this era? I don't know if there is anything good in it.

Come to the scrap collection station.

An old man is watching the door at the door.

I talked to the old man, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com wanted to buy some used newspapers to paste the walls and buy some firewood.

The firewood is naturally the old furniture.

The uncle always disagreed, and in the end he still stuffed 1 cent. just give it in.

Holding the grass... Your uncle is still your uncle.

When Jiang Xiaochuan entered, he was stunned. "Grass the grass... The waste station is said to be full of treasures? Who said that? Come out. I promise not to kill you."

After Jiang Xiaochuan came in, he glanced at it. The things were sorted, but they were quite messy.

Waste newspapers are really waste newspapers. Occasionally, there are a few old books mixed in with them, so you can look at them casually, but they are basically some recent books and some unused textbooks.

There are no precious classics and antique calligraphy and painting.

On the other side of the wood, there is no neat wood. It's all wood that can only be used as firewood!

There are pots and pans but there is some china, but nothing good. And it's all broken.

He scanned it again with his mind, and confirmed that there was really nothing good, so he picked out several sets of books, which could be used by Xiaohe.

I picked out several small books.

and left the junkyard.

The janitor felt a little embarrassed to receive that 1 cent.

Walking out of the waste collection station, Jiang Xiaochuan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

I am stupid. Now that there are so few supplies, why don't you take home what you can use?

Even if you don't understand those beautiful antique vases, you can take them home and decorate them, right?

Do you really think this era is full of blind people?

There are many rich people in this era. What is this about yourself.

Now is not 66 years after all. It will be more painful until then.

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