Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

Feng Qingxue felt that the price was right and agreed to the transaction.

"I brought ten or twenty kilograms of rice and noodles, and twenty or thirty eggs, but I didn't bring a scale."

"I have it at home, I'll bring it over later."

The old lady ran away in a hurry. Feng Qingxue finished her buns in a few seconds and walked towards the old elm tree.

Not long after waiting under the old elm tree, Feng Qingxue saw the old lady coming with a man in his thirties from a distance. The latter was carrying a bamboo basket on his back and walking in a hurry.

"This is my son." The old lady pointed at the man but did not say his name.

Feng Qingxue and the old lady walked behind the old elm tree, while the man watched the wind.

Seeing no one around, Feng Qingxue took out the egg bag and opened it to show the old lady.

"Oh, these are really eggs, they look so fresh." The old lady beamed, and quickly weighed the scales. They totaled three kilograms and twenty taels, and quickly took them out and put them into the small basket she brought, and then weighed the rice noodles that Feng Qingxue brought out.

Rice is five pounds and one liang, flour is eight pounds and five ounces, and brown rice is seven pounds and three ounces.

Although it is brown rice, it is also a fine grain.

In the final reckoning, Feng Qingxue wiped out the small change, "One hundred and twenty yuan for rice noodles and fifteen yuan for eggs."

Rice and noodles cost six yuan per catty, but eggs cost five yuan per catty.

Upon hearing this account, the old lady showed a pained expression.

It’s expensive, but you still have to buy it.

Nowadays, food is so precious that even money cannot buy it. The old lady is not willing to let go of this rare opportunity.

Moreover, if fine grains are exchanged for coarse grains, these fine grains can be exchanged for sixty or seventy kilograms of coarse grains.

Therefore, the old lady took out a big stack of unity from her arms, counted fourteen of them and handed them to Feng Qingxue.

"Girl, I know these things are not easy to come by, and I won't take advantage of you. I'll give you one hundred and forty yuan, and come back to me next time you find something good. The wall you lean against to eat the buns belongs to my house."

"do not worry."

Feng Qingxue was not polite and put the money in her arms, actually putting it into the space.

There is no place that reassures her more than space.

Then, the old lady and her son carrying the bamboo basket left in a hurry, and Feng Qingxue also left the old elm tree shortly after.

After wandering around for half an hour, Feng Qingxue found two black market trading places before returning to the market with an empty basket on her back.

With money, Feng Qingxue had the confidence to enter a department store.

There were not many people in the store, and even the few customers were mostly looking at things and few buying.

The salespersons at the counter were all sitting idle, chatting and paying no attention to the customers.

Feng Qingxue wanted to buy two pairs of shoes for herself and her sister, a pair of single ones for now and a pair of cotton ones for winter. She also wanted to buy a set of clothes for Feng Qingyun to save her from going bare legs every day, so she went to a store selling ready-made shoes. in front of the counter.

"Comrade, how do you sell those shoes?" Feng Qingxue asked, pointing to a pair of cloth shoes worn by children.

The salesperson was a young woman who was knitting a sweater. When she heard her ask, she raised her head, glanced up, and snorted: "Do you have a ticket?"

"Tickets?" Feng Qingxue was stunned. She didn't expect that this era was the era of tickets.

The salesperson said sarcastically: "Why come to a department store without a ticket?"

Contempt, beyond words.

Feng Qingxue felt very uncomfortable and asked, "Do I need a ticket to buy anything? Can't I buy it if I have money?"

"To buy something, of course you need both money and tickets. Both are indispensable." The salesperson looked arrogant. "If you don't have a ticket, don't hang out in front of me, blocking the light from my sweater."