Traversing the courtyard

Chapter 12 Lama Temple Pigeon Market

Yi Weidong didn't know that Jia's family was about to quarrel because of him, and went into the West Room after washing up. He Yushui had told Yi Weidong the key to the middle drawer before, but Yi Weidong had been busy all day and hadn't opened the drawer yet.

I got the key in the dark and opened the hidden lock of the drawer. After opening it, I found that there were not many things in the drawer. There were some 2-inch photos in a small cardboard box, both stupid and rainy.

They are all photos from recent years, not from when I was a child. Thinking about it, Shazhu's life became better after he became a chef. In the early years when He Daqing left, Shazhu and Yushui almost starved to death.

After looking at the photos, I picked up the grain book, which was about the same size as the membership card of later generations. When I opened it, there were horizontal lines recording how much grain I bought in what month and day, and each family would quantify it.

Shazhu's ration is 28 catties, and He Yushui's is 26 catties. Fortunately, Shazhu is a chef. If he changes another job, he won't let Yi Weidong settle down at home. If there is an extra mouth, there is not enough food.

At this time, everyone has no oil and water, so they can only eat more food so as not to be hungry. Everyone has a lot of food.

Eat less can only be hungry.

Vegetable oil is 8 taels per person, and the amount of vegetables is relatively more.

In the last drawer there are some food stamps and several other cloth stamps, oil stamps, etc.

There was nothing else, Yi Weidong re-locked the drawer and hid the key. There was no rain, and Yi Weidong slept soundly.

After getting up early, wash the rice and cook porridge, sweep the floor, and exercise. He Yuzhu was still sleeping soundly after breakfast. Yi Weidong found some paper and left a message with a pencil. Today, he went to the reed marshes to catch The fish is gone, there is rice in the pot, and it is pressed on the round table.

On the back is the khaki satchel given by He Yushui. There are five red characters serving the people on it, and there is a red five-star on the top.

Yi Weidong went to the west of the main street, took the Lama Temple Street, and crossed the bridge to the north. Turning to the west, it was not far from the Lama Temple Pigeon Market. It was obviously on the north side of the Temple of Earth. It is called the Lama Temple Pigeon Market.

After walking not far, Yi Weidong found that there were everything for sale.

Yi Weidong saw that there was a vacant seat, and stood up with the sellers on both sides, and pulled the yellow satchel on the back of his buttocks to his chest, which contained eight packs of white noodles before entering the market.

I have already inquired about the price with Sha Zhu, rice is [-] cents to [-] cents, white flour is more expensive, [-] cents a catty.

Yi Weidong remembered that he could sell it for about one yuan when he looked at the age text, and He Yuzhu said that it was time to buy food, and there was still enough food in the past few years. After all, it only costs ten cents to buy white flour with food stamps. The price of eight.

One catty of food stamps can be directly exchanged for four catties of sweet potatoes. This is what Yi Weidong used to say when he watched the series. After thinking about it again, he was time-traveling into the series after all.

Qin Huairu was called poor just because he wanted to eat meat, and he didn't really want to starve.

Yi Weidong hadn't stood there for 2 minutes before someone came to ask. Hearing that it was [-] cents a catty of white flour, he turned his head and left, making Yi Weidong confused.

Another middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit came and asked:
"What is it?"

"Four cents a catty of fine noodles." Yi Weidong replied.

The Chinese tunic suit's eyes lit up, and he said, "Go to the back and talk."

The two came to stand by the wall, and Yi Weidong took out a bag from his satchel and handed it to the Chinese tunic suit.

The Chinese tunic suit took it and asked first:
"Can it be cheaper? Simao is the best flour."

"Look at the goods, I'm definitely the best." Yi Weidong said.

The Zhongshan suit opened one end of the package, saw the white flour and said: "This is the best flour I have ever seen."

Can this be bad?The technology of later generations is absolutely leveraged.

Then he asked, "How many catties do you have? I want all of them."

"I have 8 catties, do you want it?" Yi Weidong asked again to confirm.

"All."

Yi Weidong took out two more bags and handed them to the Chinese tunic suit, and watched him inspect them and put them into the cloth bag in his hand.

Seeing Yi Weidong paused in the tunic suit, he patted his head and said:
"I'm confused. It's my first time here. I'll pay you."

After speaking, he took out a bunch of tickets from the inner pocket of the Chinese tunic suit, counted the money and handed them to Yi Weidong.

Yi Weidong took it over and checked it, put it in his trouser pocket, and put the 5 catties of white flour in his satchel

Pass the tunic.

The first transaction in the pigeon market was finally completed. I was worried for a long time, and I could finally relax.

Just as Yi Weidong was about to turn around and leave the pigeon market, the Mao suit took Yi Weidong's arm and asked:

"Little brother, do you still have flour?"

Yi Weidong turned around and said, "Also, how much do you want?"

The tunic suit said with a smile: "My daughter-in-law is going to be confinement, so I bite the bullet and buy food. I want as much as you have."

Then he said: "I want rice, brown sugar, as long as it is nutritious."

Yi Weidong looked around and saw that everything was normal, and said, "Wait for me for a while, I'll go to my father's place to get some white noodles."

This is to send a message to the tunic, that I am not alone, and my family is nearby, so as to avoid any troubles.

The Chinese tunic suit said repeatedly: "I'll wait here, you should hurry up."

"It's very close, it's over there." Yi Weidong pointed to the other side and said.

After speaking, he turned and walked over there.

As he walked, he inserted his right hand into the shoulder bag and supported it with his hands, filling bags one by one. After walking dozens of steps, he stopped and turned around and couldn't see the Chinese tunic suit, so he walked back.

The tunic suit was still waiting on the spot, lowering his head to write something in a small notebook with a pen. When Yi Weidong came back, he put the small diary and dark brown pen into his pocket.

Yi Weidong came to him and said, "There are still 12 packs of white noodles."

Then handed the tunic to him for inspection. After the inspection, the tunic was put away, and he took out the money and handed it to Yi Weidong.

When Yi Weidong checked, Mao took out the diary, tore off a page, and said:

"This is my address. If you have any more, you can send them to me. I want nutritious food for pregnant women to eat during confinement."

Yi Weidong took it and put it in his pocket and said, "If there are any more, I'll send them to you."

(End of this chapter)