Reborn in the red years, I am farming in space

Chapter 11 Fatty Gu

"Little brother, have you bought it?"

The guy who was thinner before leaned forward, "Let me introduce myself first, my name is Bu Yaoming, and I am the captain of the 8th team of Xiaolaojun's production team."

Luo Xuan replied with a smile: "My name is Luo Xuan, and I'm from the Zhengxing Brigade."

Bu Yaoming grinned, "Little brother, are you studying or have you graduated?"

"I'm in the fifth grade of high school."

Luo Xuan replied in a straightforward manner, "If I can save enough tuition fees, I plan to continue my studies."

"Oh, so you are a high school student, you are amazing!"

The mountain people on the side all praised Luo Xuan, "He is really a cultured person, just look at his words, he has a level!"

"Yeah, tsk tsk, the children outside still have different knowledge than the children in our mountains."

"That's right, just look at how generous they are, and they don't have stage fright!"

"You asked about the transfer of household registration earlier, did you just say it casually, or?"

Bu Yaoming stared at Luo Xuan and asked, "We people in the mountains are trying to move outside, for those who want a plain and a dam, they don't have to climb the mountains every day, and it's convenient for their children to go to school.

You see, we come to catch a set, and it takes two days to go back and forth.

Little brother Luo, seeing that you are still thinking about moving to the mountains? "

"It's kind of like that."

Luo Xuan said: "It's just a matter of household registration. I'm afraid it won't be easy to handle in a while."

"In the knitting store over there, there are processed cloths! Captain Bu, come quickly!"

Right now!

A mountain man shouted across the road, "Come on, or it will be sold out!"

When the villagers behind Captain Bu heard the news, they all ran to the opposite "knitwear store" at once!

"The stupid baby of Gouyue is really stupid!"

Captain Bu scolded, "After being yelled at by him like this, who doesn't know that there is a cloth to deal with?! Little brother, remember, if you really want to move to the mountains, our Xiaolaojun 8 team and the members jointly agree, is it right? Problem! Just come and find me when the time comes.”

After Captain Bu finished speaking in a hurry, he himself hurried to the other side of the road, rushing to buy fabrics.

Cloth in this period was also supplied by ticket.

As early as one or two years ago, each person was allocated a 16-foot cloth ticket.

But since last year, there is only one person left to supply 13-foot cloth tickets.

During the three-year difficult period, there was only 3.6 feet of cloth tickets for one person a year.

To make a pair of trousers for an adult, 5.3 feet of fabric needs to be used in a narrow cloth.

So for a while, foreigners laughed at us Chinese, that only two people can wear a pair of pants.

Due to the shortage of cloth tickets on hand, this kind of "processing cloth" that can be purchased without a cloth ticket has become a hot commodity.

The so-called "disposal cloth" is actually selling leftover rags most of the time.

A piece of fabric, you buy 5 feet 8, he buys 1 foot 3, and there will always be a little bit of scraps left in the end.

However, it is difficult to splice pieces of cloth heads of various colors and different fabrics into a piece of clothes of the same color and fabric.

So this kind of rag is more difficult to sell.

The same batch of cloth that leaves the factory with the same color, and the remaining rags, as a kind of employee welfare, the supply and marketing society lets internal staff buy them first.

Even if the leaders of the supply and marketing cooperative don't regard this kind of rags as a benefit, and those salesmen are not stupid, they will hide the better rags in advance.

Or notify your relatives and friends in advance, and queue up early on the day of processing.

How can it be someone else's turn to buy it?
Rather than doing it in such a sneaky way, it's better to do it openly!

Therefore, the leaders of the supply and marketing cooperative simply distributed these cloth heads as welfare, giving priority to internal employees to buy them.

It is conceivable that they picked out these cloth heads, how many rags of the same color and fabric are there?

When there are a lot of scraps of colorful, different manufacturers, different fabrics, and different thicknesses of weaving yarns accumulated, they will be hung up in the store and disposed of.

This kind of rags that some people look down on, in the eyes of unconnected urban workers and farmers, is a precious commodity that can't be found!

The fabric is too fragmentary to make clothes for grown-ups.

But it is still possible to piece together a pair of shorts, or even a top with short sleeves and a vest for the children at home.

Luo Xuan didn't bother to grab the cloth.

My own money is not enough to do those things.

Turning around, he went to the "stationery store", bought two pencils without erasers for 1 jiao and 6 cents, Luo Xuan was ready to go shopping, and then hurried home.

The reason why Luo Xuan bought pencils without erasers was because pencils with erasers were expensive, costing 1 cents each.

Another reason is that Luo Xuan has enough confidence: he doesn't need an eraser!
The 5th grade curriculum in this period is not as difficult as the 3rd grade in later generations.

As a college student in the later generations, if Luo Xuan still makes mistakes when doing the questions for grades 2 and 3 of elementary school, he can simply eat a handful of "Guanyin soil".
"Pea cake!"

"Mom, I want to eat pea cake."

There was a mother and daughter passing by, the little girl was about the same height as Luo Xuan's younger sister Xiaocao, she was tugging on her mother's clothes, and was pestering her mother, wanting to buy pea cakes.

Pea cakes are fried with peas and a little starch, which is a coarse grain.

Crunchy and very fragrant.

The store of the "catering service agency" was fully open at this time, and there were customers in twos and threes eating breakfast inside.

Fried dough sticks are one of the most precious ingredients in all breakfasts.

good smell
Luo Xuan swallowed his saliva, leaned close to the large wooden board placed under the eaves of the catering service agency, stared at the steamed buns, buns, and fried dough sticks on it in a daze.

I still have money in my pocket, but I lack food stamps.

Luo Xuan wants to try his luck.

Because before Luo Xuan, he had heard his classmates who lived in the farm discuss in private: the catering service agency would sometimes sell some steamed buns and fried dough sticks without saying a word, but they didn't need food stamps.

The stuff like steamed buns, deep-fried dough sticks, and pea cakes are all made by the employees of the service agency, relying on their own touch.

It is impossible to make them exactly the same size.

For example, when cutting long strips of sourdough noodles, the two ends are small, and the steamed buns made are irregular and inconsistent in size.

In addition to making any ingredients, there will be inevitable losses.

The service agency also allows these front-line employees to have a certain "attrition rate" or error in the operation.

The error of a bag of flour is not large, but over the years, the "error" is considerable enough.

"That little doll, come in."

There is a counter inside the service agency. To buy breakfast, you need to pay money and food stamps on the counter first, and then pick up the food on the chopping board outside.

At this moment, a fat man vaguely familiar to Luo Xuan was sitting behind the counter and waving to Luo Xuan.

Luo Xuan walked in and stood in front of the counter.

Before he could make a sound, the fat man pulled Luo Xuan away and asked in a low voice, "Do you have any eels next time?"

Luo Xuan nodded.

"That's good."

Fatty Gu went to the market to buy ingredients in the morning, and after walking around for a long time, there were only 3 or 4 eel sellers in total.

Two of the rice field eels were bought by others, which made Fatty Gu busy all morning before he received a few catties of rice field eels.

"Do you want fried dough sticks or steamed buns?"

"Pea cake."

People in Bazhou often call it "cake", which means "pa", such as Ye'erba.

"several?"

Luo Xuan thought for a while: "Six."

"So much?"

Fatty Gu curled his lips, "That's when I met me, the well-known Gu Haoren. Okay, 3 cents and 6 cents."

Luo Xuan took out the money.

"The next eel must be sold to me!"

Fatty Gu grabbed Luo Xuan and did not let go, "Otherwise, I will beat you to death!"

"The price is enough, so it's easy to talk about."

Luo Xuan laughed and said, "Selling to whom is not selling?"

Fatty Gu stared and scolded with a smile: "Get lost! You ungrateful fellow."

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