Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 30 Tickets and Supply and Marketing Cooperatives

Song Ersao subconsciously pressed the wad of money wrapped in a handkerchief in her trouser pocket, and her heart sank, it's done!

She shook her neck and lifted her chin, and walked out of the heroic and heroic steps to die.

Lin Yuzhu leaned leisurely on the earthen wall, raised her hand to block the light from the morning sun on her face, and waited quietly.

After a while, Second Aunt Song happily ran out and grabbed her shoulders and shook her vigorously. She couldn't suppress her joy in a low voice, "Six cents a catty! Six cents!"

The price of fine bamboo is 10 cents a catty, but the production team has to pay [-]% of the forestry fee and forestry tax to cut it.

Six points is a good price.

Lin Yuzhu smiled, "Let's go back to Hengjie."

"Ah? Go back?" Song Ersao picked up the basket and followed Lin Yuzhu with a puzzled face, muttering.

"Make money, get something nice."

"Good stuff? Oh, you get that. Oh, it's okay."

The second sister-in-law Song thought that Lin Yuzhu must have grown a gallbladder today, and there is probably no one in the world she cares about.
What good things can they need in Hengjie?

It really does.

The two returned to Hengjie with their empty loads, and the eyes of those young men and women who were in a hurry looking at them changed immediately.

The young man closest to the end of the alley walked up to Song Ersao with eager eyes, glanced around quickly, lowered his neck and said in a low voice: "Sister-in-law, do you want pork? I killed it last night, a big pig."

He just glanced at Lin Yuzhu, but his eyes were still on Second Aunt Song's face.

For a family, it must be the elders who make up their minds.

Second Aunt Song waved her hand, "No, no, the state-run hotel bought it."

The young man's eyes dimmed. These two came early, so they must have lined up to buy high-temperature meat, and he was just here to try his luck.

However, pork is easy to sell.

"Then what do you want?" he asked again.

Although these two were new faces, he had watched them come in and set up a stall to sell ginger seeds, and now that they came back, they must not be full.

"Do you have a ticket?" Lin Yuzhu answered in a low voice.

Only then did the young man look at Lin Yuzhu carefully, focusing on his hands.

As rough as bark, he is a real farmer.

He nodded, "Come." He turned around and left.

The two followed him out of the town, and stopped under a stone arch bridge outside the town.

He looked around vigilantly, "What ticket do you want?"

"Food stamps, cloth tickets, sugar tickets, are there any?" Seeing how nervous he was, Lin Yuzhu also looked left and right like a thief.

The original owner had never traded at the Grasshopper Market, and this mysterious trading method, which was the same as that of underground party joints, was completely different from what she had imagined.

Most of the people at this time are very simple, and the transaction will not pass money, tickets and goods on the street.

Opportunities and tricks are used to fight wits and bravery with bad guys, and sometimes they even go fishing to enforce the law.

I don't want to have an accident, after all, I still have to hang out in various communes.

"There are, but not many."

"I can't buy a lot, 5 catties of food coupons, 2 catties of sugar coupons, and 2 catties of kerosene coupons." Lin Yuzhu suddenly remembered the tattered clothes of the three of her family, and added at the end, "Nine feet of cloth coupons are needed." .”

The second sister-in-law of Song next to her gasped when she heard Lin Yuzhu quote the nine-foot cloth ticket.

This day is over, isn't it?
The young man scanned the patched and torn clothes on Lin Yuzhu's body again, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and thought that a woman is a woman, and after earning some money, he frantically bought cloth to make new clothes.

However, in business, cheap talk is out of the question.

Without saying anything, he untied a small self-made pocket from his waist, and quoted the unit price while counting the votes.

"Provincial food stamps are 2 cents, sugar stamps are 5 cents, kerosene stamps and cloth stamps are all 3 cents."

While he was still pinching his fingers and murmuring multiplication formulas, Lin Yuzhu had already counted four nines to him.

Her face was calm, but her heart was bleeding.

Black market ticket prices are priced according to supply and demand, which is not much different from the general sales price of goods. It costs so much money to buy tickets, and I am afraid that going to the supply and marketing agency will cause bloodletting.

"Wait a minute, I haven't settled yet."

The young man put the ticket in his pocket, squatted on the ground and picked up a branch to write and draw on the muddy floor. After finishing the calculation, he tilted his head to look up at Lin Yuzhu and smiled heartily, "Yes, you can't do the math."

Lin Yuzhu really didn't think there was anything to be happy about being praised for two-digit multiplication and addition
With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he held a stack of new and old money and handed it to him, and took the ticket.

Song Ersao's eyes widened. She couldn't believe that Lin Yuzhu, an illiterate who had only learned knowledge for two months, was actually so good at arithmetic?
Anyway, she came here, so she simply bought some tickets along with her.

Selling tickets is not a good business, and it doesn't make a lot of money, because he traded various things for it.

The young man collected the money but didn't leave in a hurry. He roughly said which fairs he was concentrated in, and sold his face first.

Lin Yuzhu nodded in agreement, thinking that when she really wanted to speculate, this person would definitely be useful.

It's just that everyone is not familiar with it now, so it's not easy to mention it rashly, it's better to be cautious.

After the young man left, Second Aunt Song clutched the money note both distressed and joyful.

"Hey, why did you say that I bought so many tickets with you. I spent more than half of the money I earned before it was warmed up, and I will spend more money later. I feel that I have lost money."

Originally, she didn't intend to buy a ticket, but the ghost knows that when she saw Yuzhu sister giving the money without blinking, she also felt a sense of pride.

The money has gone out, I feel better, and my heart hurts.

"Uh" Lin Yuzhu touched her nose in embarrassment, "I'll earn more next time."

The two picked up the baskets and returned to the fair on the same road.

Song Ersao's mood immediately rose after entering the supply and marketing cooperative.

I have all the tickets and money, so buy it!
No wonder she was excited, anyone standing in a supply and marketing cooperative with a strong buying atmosphere would be infected.

There are rows of wooden shelves and wooden counters one by one, and all kinds of goods are placed in different categories.

The bustling crowd stood in front of the various counters, even if the salesperson's face was impatient and his mouth was rude, they couldn't stop their enthusiasm for buying.

Standing at the door, Lin Yuzhu had a headache.

On the day of going to the fair, the supply and marketing cooperative is overcrowded, and everyone is used to talking loudly.

When there are many people, it feels like a duck farm inside.

She only took a whole morning off and didn't have time to dawdle, so she left the basket at the door.

Every household has baskets. In order to prevent mishandling, red or black paint is used to write on the outside of the baskets, as well as on the inside of the poles.

After making an appointment with Mrs. Song, whoever comes out first will wait at the door. She took the meat and a few bags and walked in.

Because I didn't bring a kerosene pot, I had to go to the counter and queue up to buy two catties of sugar.

Turn to the fabric counter and pass the ready-made clothing counter, where many well-dressed women are picking out sweatshirts and vests.

The newly arrived light-colored and fine-looking men's vest costs 1 yuan and 1 cents. The price is not cheap, and a coupon is required.

coupon, she doesn't have one.

Man, she didn't either.

"Go away, go away! Get out of the way, keep your hands away!"

A burly saleswoman yelled impatiently at the top of her voice, slammed left and right with a large bundle of undershirts and vests, knocked several women away, and dropped the things on the counter with a bang.

With her waist down, she glared fiercely at the women closest to her, and yelled loudly: "No tickets for the moldy vests with multiple colors, 8 cents for men's vests! Round collar and women's short sleeves, 9 cents a piece." One piece! Everyone can only buy one piece, so go queue for me!"

(End of this chapter)