passionate youth

Chapter 38 Cotton Purchase Certificate

"Here are the sweet potatoes."

Miao Hexiang shook her head and smiled: "I'm not in a hurry."

"If you have this thing and cook it with the paste, it can reconcile the taste a little bit." Jiang Ping'an smiled.

Miao Hexiang didn't have any free hands, so she raised her foot and said, "Put it here, I'll put it in the cellar later."

"I don't know where to get seeds next year! The sweet potatoes and potato seeds at home were all stolen by that bastard."

Jiang Pingan put the sweet potato on the ground, squatted beside her, put his arms on her legs, smelled the feminine fragrance from her body, and said with a smile:
"After I plant sweet potatoes next year, can't you just pick the sweet potato vines and transplant them?"

"Sweet potatoes can do this, what about potatoes?"

Miao Hexiang saw him fiddling with his fingers, gave him a blank look, and put down the cloth shoes and needlework.

Gently parted her hair, making it more feminine, knowing that he likes it.

"You just keep me from being free, right? It's only been a while, I really can't help it!"

Jiang Ping'an put his hand into her cotton trousers, and said with a smile, "I'll order some potatoes for you when the time comes."

"Don't stay here, it's hard to die!"

When Miao Hexiang saw that he was going to do things in public, she blushed with embarrassment and shyly.

Jiang Ping'an smiled, and looked straight at her small cherry mouth, expressively.

"You were sent by God to torture me, right?"

Miao Hexiang stared at Shui Lingling's eyes wide. Jiang Ping'an taught her a trick of hesitating. She felt sick and refused to agree.

Then Jiang Ping'an kept pestering her, always thinking about what she said.

"You just have my heart!" Jiang Ping'an said with gentle eyes.

Miao Hexiang hesitated for a moment, but her heart softened, she got up and dragged him to the bedroom, muttering: "You are really my enemy!"

……

evening.

Jiang Ping'an left from Miao Hexiang's house, and Miao Hexiang sent him to the door, his mouth was numb and his whole body was transparent.

"This death is safe, I'm a bit overwhelmed!" Miao Hexiang resented in her heart, and also had some inexplicable joy.

Soon happy, she knows.

sheep farm.

With a thought, Jiang Pingan put fodder for the sheep in the pen, and then went back to the house to eat in the space.

The two caught bighead carp have not been cooked and eaten, they have been isolated and kept in the space pond.

"Forget it, such a big bighead carp won't taste good without seasoning, so let's keep it!" Jiang Ping'an plans to keep it for the time being.

There are still two types of plants in short supply in the space, one is pepper, star anise, cinnamon, cumin, clove, grass fruit, tangerine peel and other spices.

The second is plants that can extract dyes, such as madder, gardenia, indigo, comfrey, frozen green, yam, gallnut, etc.

"It's easy to find these things if you're in the south."

Miao Hexiang didn't come back at night, and Jiang Pingan also intentionally let her rest after eating too much during the day.

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, after Jiang Ping'an washed and ate in the space, he opened the door, and a biting cold wind blew in.

It snowed again in the middle of the night last night, and the snowflakes were flying outside. The weather is really unpredictable.

Jiang Pingan took a deep breath, and when he came to the sheepfold, he cleaned up as usual, fed fodder, water and salt.

So many things can be done in the blink of an eye, effortlessly, because there is space to help.

Heizi ran out of the door from behind him, ran back and forth in the snow, full of energy, barking non-stop.

Because of the heavy snowfall, Jiang Ping'an stayed at the sheep farm all day without going anywhere.

Miao Hexiang came to accompany him in the morning and afternoon, just because they were idle and bored, the two of them had to do some shameless things.

Miao Hexiang wanted to go home in the evening, but Jiang Pingan stayed behind.

He could see the cold sweat on Miao Hexiang's hungry forehead, and he couldn't bear it, so he offered her to eat sweet potato mush.

In the kitchen, at the door of the stove.

"Zhou Sheepman will be back tomorrow, right?" Miao Hexiang asked softly, leaning on Jiang Ping'an.

Jiang Pingan added a piece of firewood to the stove, nodded and said, "Yes, today is the last day of training, and he will be back tomorrow."

"That's good. I'm not used to sheep farms. Every time I sneak over to look for you, I'm always terrified." Miao Hexiang said with a sigh of relief.

Jiang Ping'an tilted his head and asked in doubt, "What are you afraid of?"

"There are too many things to be afraid of. There are two main points." Miao Hexiang said with a slight smile.

"One is because I'm afraid that someone will see me and come looking for you on the way, and the other is that someone will go to my house to find something to do with me, but they can't find me."

"I am now divorced from the barbarian. Although I am not a widow, I am no different from a widow. I must pay special attention to my reputation."

Jiang Pingan understood very well, nodded and smiled and said, "Don't come here tomorrow, I will go home after handing over to Zhou Yangguan."

After a pause, he said again: "Do you have anything to buy? I will follow Uncle Dahai to the production brigade meeting in a few days."

"At that time, I will take the accumulated eggs to the commune and sell them, and I will buy some things when I come back."

Miao Hexiang thought for a while and said, "Weigh a catty of salt for me and come back! There is no salt at home."

"It would be even better if I could buy some rags. I have nothing to do during this time. I want to make a few more pairs of shoes."

Jiang Pingan laughed and said, "I went to the commune last time to weigh a few catties of salt, and I will give you a catty."

"As for the rags, I'll go to the commune to have a look, and I'll buy some if I have any."

Tickets are not required to buy rags, but not often, it depends on luck.

As for distribution tickets, even the quotas distributed by urban residents are pitifully small these days.

The cloth ticket is still called "cotton cloth purchase certificate", also known as "cloth purchase certificate", and it will be called a cloth ticket after a few years.

On this certificate, there are clear marks, including the name, quantity, and stubs. After purchasing cotton cloth, the stubs must be kept.

There are also precautions for use, no counterfeiting, no alteration, no trading, no replacement if lost, and expiration date.

It can be seen from this that the use and management of cloth tickets are very strict.

In addition to ordinary cloth tickets, there are many special-purpose cloth tickets:

Such as military cloth tickets, special cloth tickets, chemical fiber cloth tickets, auxiliary cloth tickets, temporary cloth tickets and so on.

In recent years, supplies have been scarce, and the limited supply of cloth tickets has generally been reduced to less than half.

Cloth tickets for a family of four cannot sew a set of adult clothes, so it is hard to find a ticket even on the black market.

That's why Jiang Ping'an didn't make things difficult for Zhuang Zhenjun when he went to the commune last time and asked him to buy cloth for him.

It's hard to say whether you can buy it, even if you can buy it, the price is relatively high if it is rare.

Jiang Ping'an wanted to give Miao He fragrant salt, but she didn't refuse. The relationship between the two is extraordinary, and she should take advantage of this.

Soon, the glutinous rice in the pot was ready, and the two flirted with each other while eating the glutinous rice balls, and lived a happy and fulfilling life.

"I still have to go back after dinner and come back later." Miao Hexiang hesitated.

She was afraid that someone would look for her. If she was not around at night, gossip would spread the next day.

Jiang Ping'an nodded and said, "Then you take the light away, it's better than a horse lantern."

The lantern actually belonged to Jiang Pingan.

There were only six lamps in the entire production team, and the original owner, as Jiang Dahai's right-hand man, still got a lot of good things.

Miao Hexiang buried her head in her mouth, looked up and said with a smile, "I think lanterns are also easy to use, but using a flashlight is too much of a waste of battery."

"Besides, I took the light away, so you don't need it at night?"

Jiang Pingan pointed to the lantern on the table and said with a smile:
"Did you forget that sheep farms also have lanterns?"

PS: Please.

(End of this chapter)