1980 My literary era

The food in the canteen of School D of the District Committee is good, but unfortunately it is a bit expensive for food stamps.

Lin Weimin thought as he chewed the white-faced steamed bun in his hand.

After staying in the country for a year, the crisis of eating has penetrated into his bones. He didn't eat more than a few meals of rice and white flour in the countryside in a year, and when he suddenly had a meal full of fine grains, he actually felt a little guilty in his heart.

His grandma is such a bitch!

Lin Weimin cursed himself.

I used to think about it when I couldn't eat it, but now I start to worry again when I can eat it.

He concluded that there was still no money to make trouble!

The cafeteria was noisy, not only with the students from the literature training center, but also with the employees, cadres and cadres of D school who came to study.

Lin Weimin ate all the food in the aluminum lunch box, only licking the plate. When he went to wash the lunch box, he saw a middle-aged man who looked like a cadre pouring the leftovers into the swill bucket next to the sink. He frowned.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

In the 1980s, most farmers across the country had just had enough to eat, but some were already pursuing a higher state than having enough to eat.

After eating, some students wandered around D School in twos and threes, while others returned to their dormitories.

Lin Weimin transformed into a dormitory boy and chatted with people everywhere until he came back after seven o'clock in the evening.

There was no movement in the dormitory at this time. Jiao Yundian was writing at his desk, Guo Yudao was reading, but Huang Zonghan, like him, was nowhere to be seen.

Seeing the two men in their forties and fifties working so hard, Lin Weimin couldn't help but feel a little shy, but this feeling was fleeting.

People are different from each other. Like most of the students in the training center, the two uncles have official status. Jiao Yundian is a cadre of the Cultural Bureau of Xishan County, and Guo Yudao is a member of the creative team of the cultural center, including Huang Zonghan who is wandering outside. He is also an editor. Origin.

These people had suffered in the past, but now they are doing pretty well.

Some people are considered cadres, and some may not even be considered officials, but they all rely on writing to make a living. They not only receive salary and royalties, but also receive subsidies from government agencies. Comparing Lin Weimin’s current conditions with others, Not bad at all.

He has long since seen through this year of time travel, what time travel and not time travel, it is the times that create heroes, not heroes that create times.

In the rural areas of Longjiang Province at this time, even if you have great abilities, it will be difficult to use them.

It's hard for me to get out of the corner, but it's better to study and solve the living conditions.

Lin Weimin touched his pocket. Among the 280 yuan, 120 yuan was the royalties he earned from writing novels, and the remaining 160 yuan was the money he saved from four years in the countryside.

In four years, I saved 160 yuan, which really made everyone sad and in tears.

With this little money, I can't even buy a few editions of the "Gengshen Monkey Ticket" just issued this year.

Stamp collecting is a hobby that started in China in the 1950s. When the Gengshen Monkey Ticket was issued, it did not attract the attention of many domestic philatelic enthusiasts.

It wasn't until news came out that the postal department was planning to issue a set of twelve zodiac stamps that the Gengshen Monkey Stamp became popular in the philatelic market.

After all, it is a set of twelve zodiac stamps and a twelve-year set of zodiac monkey stamps. Just hearing the name is very collectible.

In the following years, because many people did not see the value of this monkey stamp when it was issued, they were directly used to mail letters. As a result, the number of Gengshen monkey stamps in existence was much less than that of other zodiac stamps, and their value has remained high. .

At its most expensive, the market price of a single monkey ticket was as high as 16,000 yuan.

For those who traveled back in time to the 1980s, it would be a shame not to buy a few versions of Monkey Ticket.

Lin Weimin made up his mind to go out for a walk tomorrow and first go to the post office to sweep up monkey tickets.

Although it will be many years before this thing actually sells for a sky-high price, it has been increasing in value after all, which is a guarantee.

A night of silence.

After dinner the next morning, Lin Weimin asked some uncles in the dormitory for their opinions. They wanted to go to Tiananmen Square, and it would take half a day to go back and forth. Lin Weimin decided to forget it and let the uncles go free. During the event, he roped in Qu Xiaowei, a native of Yanjing.

"Where is the busiest place in Yanjing now?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Let's go to Xidan."

"Then let's go to Xidan."

The main purpose of his trip today was to get familiar with the familiar environment in Yanjing City and to look for business opportunities to make a fortune. As for buying monkey tickets, it was just hunting rabbits in the grass.

There are few buses these days and the departure time is very long, so the two of them simply came out early.

When the bus passed the intersection of Chang'an Street in Dongdan, bicycles were coming and going on the street. It was almost a few years ago that the bicycle army took shape.

The cheapest bicycle now seems to cost 120 yuan, and you need a bicycle ticket. When you have more money, you must get one, otherwise you have to take the bus everywhere and wait for a long time, which is too bad It's convenient, Lin Weimin thought.

In the 1920s and 1930s, shopping malls already appeared on Xidan Street. In the following years, shopping malls such as Fude, Yide, Huide, Houde, Fushou and temporary shopping malls appeared. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, public-private partnerships began. It has become the Xidan Shopping Mall in the eyes of ordinary people in Yanjing.

When he arrived at Xidan Shopping Mall, Lin Weimin couldn't see anything but walked around the counters.

Qu Xiaowei wondered, "For the people, didn't you say you wanted to buy something?"

"I'm here to see the excitement, and we'll go shopping later."

The two of them walked around the mall. The salesperson's attitude was pretty good. Lin Weimin didn't even look at him when he asked if he wanted to buy it. Well, his quality was much higher than that of the salespersons in the county.

After shopping for about an hour, Lin Weimin had a general understanding of the prices here, so he pulled Qu Xiaowei out of the mall and asked him where there was a post office. Qu Xiaowei took Lin Weimin to the nearest post office.

"Comrade, do you have the Gengshen Monkey Ticket that was just issued this year?"

"No more sold."

"Ah, gone?"

"Yeah, would you like to see something else?"

"No thanks."

Lin Weimin left the post office disappointed and looked at the sky.

It shouldn’t be. Is this thing so popular now?

"For the people, do you want to buy the Gengshen Monkey Ticket?" Qu Xiaowei asked.

"Yeah." Lin Weimin responded depressedly.

"All their post offices have quotas. Maybe other post offices have quotas?"

Lin Weimin was right. The circulation of the 80-version Monkey Ticket was relatively large. It was impossible to buy it within a year after it came out.

Qu Xiaowei took him to another post office. This time he finally had it, not much, just one edition, and there were some scattered ones left.

Lin Weimin wrapped a version of the monkey tickets. The face value of the monkey tickets was eight cents. There were eighty monkey tickets in one version, which cost six yuan and four cents. A total of nine yuan was spent.

"Weimin, can you afford so many stamps?" Qu Xiaowei was puzzled.

"Who buys a full page of stamps to use? I am a stamp collector."

"Collect stamps?"

Qu Xiaowei looked at Lin Weimin's rags and was deeply suspicious of this.

Lin Weimin said to him in a tone similar to that of a magic stick: "Brother Xin, if you have money, buy some."

Qu Xiaowei curled his lips, "Why should I buy that thing? With that money, can I buy a few books?"

Lin Weimin didn't try to persuade him any more. He just wanted to see his grandson's tearless and regretful expression a few years later.