Back to the era with space materials

There really aren't many things. There are three national general food stamps worth two taels.

As for the money, the smallest one is one cent, the largest one is five cents, and all the zeros and zeros add up to two yuan and twenty cents.

Although we know that the purchasing power of banknotes is very strong in this era, for Si Ningning, who is used to living a wealthy life, this penny is simply speechless.

If you have a chance, you still have to make money first.

Money is the same as food. Only when you have it in your hands can you not panic and feel at ease.

After locking the box and placing it on the inside of the bed, Si Ningning put his wallet into the space and lay down on the bed in a large shape.

Not satisfied with this, he crossed his legs comfortably.

She was wearing a skirt. When she lifted her legs, the hem of the skirt slid down. Her lower body was naked and cold, and it was facing the window...

Not to mention how weird it is.

Si Ningning simply turned around and slept. During this period, she couldn't help but look up at the window.

This area is bright and bright, it is cool and comfortable in summer, but it is indeed a bit inconvenient for sleeping.

Although there is cloth in the space, it is all good cloth. In such a scarce situation, it must not be taken out.

After all, in this day and age, formal workers in urban factories can save between 1.2 and 1.7 square feet a year, part of which is employee benefits.

But the countryside is not as good as the city. In the countryside, it is extraordinary to be able to save three feet of cloth stamps in one year.

The ticket is a proof of purchase, and there is no proof. Imagine how scarce the cloth is in the hands of ordinary people.

You have to think of another way.

Si Ningning was lying on her side with her arms as pillow, and her other hand was unconsciously tapping on the wall. Before she could think of anything, a wave of sleepiness came over her, she blinked her eyes, and fell asleep in a daze.

The next morning, the bamboo leaves rustled in the wind, and the sound of neat footsteps and "huhuhahaha" breathing came from outside the door.

Si Ningning opened her eyes in confusion, raised her upper body, and glanced along the window.

It's the security team.

There were nine people in the group. The man from yesterday was at the front, leading the other eight people to run past the window neatly.

Si Ningning yawned and lay back on the bed, intending to wake up slowly, but unexpectedly fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, I was pushed awake by Xu Shuhua.

"It's time to eat, Ning Ning, hurry up and clean up!"

"Oh! Just come!"

In the morning, there was porridge cooked with sorghum rice. Compared with yesterday's two meals, this meal's rations were significantly reduced, but it was also the meal that Si Ningning ate the most.

Sorghum stuffed rice didn't taste very good, but when cooked into porridge, it was delicious, smooth and glutinous. Si Ningning ate his share thoroughly.

While washing the lunch box, Xu Shuhua also laughed at her: "Did you eat less yesterday and make you hungry in the middle of the night? That's why you eat so honestly today?"

Si Ningning shook his head and said truthfully: "I used to eat a lot of pasta, but I haven't eaten much sorghum rice. It felt a bit harsh when I first ate it, and I couldn't get used to it."

This is half true and half false. Before time travel, Si Ningning had never eaten sorghum rice. At that time, sorghum was generally used to make wine. It was rare to see anyone using sorghum rice as a staple food on the market.

At most, for special occasions, mix it with other beans and steam it together, and eat it once in a while.

But sorghum was a common coarse grain in the 1970s.

Xu Shuhua was stunned for a moment and looked up and down at Si Ningning curiously: "Is your family a working-class family?"

Si Ningning is not only fair and fair, but the things she uses are also of the highest quality. If her family is not well-off, she must be the apple of her eye.

"Well... I guess." Si Ningning hesitated for a moment and said, "My dad is a railway engineer."