The petite wife of the era, the rough man's husband spoils

Chapter 13 Three dollars bought a lot

But Ji Yu is only about 20 years old. Currently, in order to wait for the university recommendation next year, he volunteers to help teach students in the commune school.

In other words, as his younger brother.

Um, maybe underage? ? ? ? ?
Remembering that the two of them were stuck together in the room before, Tan Mianmian twitched her lips in embarrassment: "Oh, I got motion sickness, I didn't remember it all at once."

Bullsick cart...

After a strange and brief silence, the others continued to chat.

I said your shoes are neat today, I said your shirt looks good without any patches, she said she saved up eggs for matches, and he said that she saved up cloth tickets to make a vest.

Only Tan Mianmian looked at Ji Yan one by one. This person looks quite anxious. The 19 years old little fresh meat in his previous life seemed to be still white and tender.

Ji Yan glanced at her, always felt that he could see what she was thinking from her face, and replied concisely: "I am nineteen."

Tan Mianmian smiled, yes, she understands.

Although her body is just eighteen now, in fact, he is three years younger than before she wore the book.

However, the people in the country don't eat very well, and they are much thinner. In addition, Ji's mother favors his brother over his younger brother. How did he eat so that his chest muscles and abdominal muscles are bulging and he grows so tall?
In the distance, the town can already be seen.

Although Tan Mianmian is prepared, the small town here is not much developed, but there are only two or three two- and three-story buildings here and there in the whole town, and the rest are still big one-story houses. Dusty yellow is the main theme, and white printing Body slogans can be seen everywhere, it looks really shabby.

After getting out of the car, she heard old man Xu say that he would go back from here in two hours, and saw him drive away.

"It's great, my daughter is married to a worker, and she has a place to rest when she comes to town."

"Who says it's good? I heard that every time the old man comes to town, he must show some respect, otherwise..."

Come on, TOEFL, she also knows the gossip about the old man driving the car.

Tan Mianmian went to the supply and marketing cooperative, and immediately asked what time it was.

After entering the door, this one-story house with glass shelves on three sides is a so-called supply and marketing cooperative. There is a salesperson with a traditional face, but very clean and tidy, looking at his watch and returning to her. "It's half past one, comrade, what do you need?"

Tan Mianmian learned the title of comrade quickly: "Thank you comrade, I want toothpaste, toothbrush, drinking cup and toilet paper, oh, towels and mosquito coils too."

Otherwise, you will be annoyed by mosquitoes.

They want more, but farmers are like this. If there is too much, they will be piled up and sold, and the salesperson will not be surprised.

Perhaps Tan Mianmian has a good temperament and is polite, but the salesperson is not so bad-tempered, pointing to the bottom of the glass cabinet: "What kind of toothpaste do you want?"

A good tube of toothpaste costs sixty cents, and a bad one costs four cents. If it is an aluminum tube of toothpaste skin, if you bring the toothpaste skin to the supply and marketing cooperative, it can be worth a few cents.

"I want this." Tan Mianmian pointed to a package that looked more advanced.

"Is the toothpaste belt on?"

Tan Mianmian really brought it.

"Oh, that's fifty-six cents, and this toothpaste skin is worth four cents."

"Okay, thank you comrade, do you want to choose other things too?"

"There is only one kind of toothbrush, twenty-nine cents apiece, toilet paper is another kind, red, one dollar two eighty cents, enamel cups with lids two yuan five, mosquito coils four cents, matches, two cents a box, towels There are two kinds, one silky one, one white five cents, and sixty five cents with a pattern."

"Well, I don't want that cup, I'll get one of the same ones, and choose white towels." The cups are too expensive, and she's afraid that seven yuan won't be enough.

"Okay!" Everyone likes to answer without ink. The salesperson took a notebook and recorded the product records, and calculated how much it was: "Two yuan and forty-five cents, pay if there is no problem."

"What about this, is this for sale?" Tan Mianmian pointed to a long thing.

The salesperson saw that it was a thermometer, but not many people bought this specifically. "This is fifty cents."

"Take another thermometer, and I'll give you three yuan, comrade, thank you for your hard work."

"Don't work hard, serve the people." Stamping to collect money, deliver things, and a sale is over.

Someone nearby was buying soy sauce, and Tan Mianmian saw that they needed to bring a bottle to buy soy sauce and vinegar.

It feels so fresh.

Tan Mianmian was quite happy with the purchase, so she asked about the time again, and after making sure it was still enough, she went to the state-run restaurant.

(End of this chapter)