Back to the era with space materials

For eight people to eat, according to the ration of three taels per person, it would be two and a half kilograms in one month.

Not to mention that the tickets are not enough, even if there are enough, a pound of oil will cost 60 to 70 cents.

You may be able to find free tickets on the black market, but the price will be higher. If you are lucky, you can buy it for one yuan and ten cents per catty, but the regular price is only one yuan, two or three yuan.

How many people are reluctant to eat eggs that cost four cents, let alone spend one or two yuan to buy oil to feed seven or eight mouths.

If you have this money, what can you do?

"We are here to gain experience. In fact, it doesn't matter if we eat more or less..."

"How can you save fuel in this province? If you don't eat it, others won't eat it either?"

If you save one meal, can you save all the meals?

The group of people had different expressions, their faces were red and their necks were thick because of the fight.

Why……

Si Ningning sighed secretly and stared at the people arguing in boredom.

How about cooking separately?

They have to be grouped together, not to mention that it is difficult to get along between male and female educated youths, the gap between rich and poor is also a problem.

Mo Bei crossed his arms across his chest, raised his chin slightly and half-squinted his eyes, looking at the person opposite.

The girl held the pen against her chin and poked it around. Her small, palm-sized face nodded slightly, making it look even sharper.

Her little deer eyes swept around, and when she saw someone asking her to comment, she bent her eyes and nodded, saying yes.

When I met someone who asked her for advice, I frowned slightly and said with a smile that it was fine...

His sweet smile never faded, and he looked like a wallflower, but his eyebrows were drooped and he had a forced look on his face. It was obvious that he didn't want to get involved.

Just refuse it directly.

The word "Chuan" flashed across Mo Bei's brow, and he curled up his slender fingers and knocked on the table in reverse. The two soft sounds of "knock, knock" were obviously very subtle, but they silenced the whole room.

From the first meeting, Mo Bei always had a cold face. In addition to making people feel cold, he was more serious.

Although he spoke little, he was relatively influential among the male educated youths. Seeing his actions, the male educated youths became quiet together.

After this pause, the female educated youth silenced her voice.

Si Ningning awkwardly withdrew her hand from Jiang Yue's arms, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Mo Zhiqing, do you have any good opinions?"

It’s best to have opinions and settle things quickly!

She is just a mass eater. Every time she is grabbed and asked if it is okay and if it is okay, what is going on?

"Raise funds, save votes, and take turns every month." Mo Bei glanced at Si Ningning, stretched out his hand, and took the notebook and pen away from her hand.

Mo Bei glanced at the people around him and drew a table with five horizontal rows and nine vertical columns.

Without any tools except a pen, the grid drawn was unexpectedly neat.

Si Ningning raised his head and glanced at Mo Bei, and two words popped up in his mind: Excellent person.

"This month I will produce oil, and so on. Next month I will produce salt, and everyone else does the same." Mo Bei kept moving, drawing a diagonal line on the top of his head, and writing oil, salt, sauce, vinegar horizontally, and vertical columns.

Write the names of everyone present at the top.

"Those who are rich will pay, those who have tickets will be given tickets, and those with poor conditions will buy them." Mo Bei tapped his hand on the paper and looked at the crowd, "Any more questions?"

There is a problem, but who has the nerve to ask?

And it’s better to find someone to buy with you than to buy alone.

There are eight people in total, excluding one Mo Bei, there are still seven people! If two people are converted into one, the next time a big expensive project will come to me will be four months later.

Based on this calculation, it doesn’t seem like a loss?