Winner in life

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Seeing this sentence means that the purchase ratio is not enough. "Have a day off tomorrow after delivery!"

Just like that, three months after coming to this world, Ruihe left the village for the first time. There was a bicycle in the factory, and the old workers who could ride bicycles were the first to carry the bamboo baskets, and the remaining large quantities were pulled by ox carts. Ruihe sat on the outside edge of the ox cart and supported the pile behind him, which was higher than one person. Bamboo basket, swaying towards the city.

Along the way, Ruihe looked around with wide eyes at the pedestrians wearing gray clothes. Some were carrying backpacks, and some were carrying baskets. Children were laughing and running past. A girl fell down but did not cry. She got up and continued to chase: "Brother, wait for me! Brother!"

Ruihe watched intently until the girl's voice disappeared on the dusty dirt road. He turned around and saw a shop on the side of the road with the words "Patriotic Juice Shop" written on it. It was said to be a juice shop, but in fact there was a sign next to it with the words "Patriotic Juice", "Fried Juice", "Soup Noodles" etc. in big letters, indicating what it sold. Quite a few. He swallowed unconsciously after thinking for a moment.

?The sauce is a local specialty. It is steamed thin slices made from rice flour slurry ground with glutinous rice and water. It is cut into triangular pieces and cooked like noodles. Braised dried tofu, yuba, braised pork belly and Things like braised pig fat intestines, pork rice noodles, etc. taste smooth and chewy. The soup has both the rich aroma of rice and the rich aroma of marinade.

Just by exploring Zhang Xiaoshan's memories, Ruihe drooled all over the floor and felt his stomach growling.

That store is state-owned, and it actually serves late-night snacks when it's open for one day. Food stamps are required for meals. A bowl of juice costs thirty cents and two taels of food stamps.

Now Ruihe doesn't have a penny on him. Zhang Dashan and his wife kept all the tickets at home, and he didn't have any of them. Even if there was, he would not be willing to eat such a bowl of rich juice.

He looked at it for a long time, and his eyes were still there after the bullock cart passed by. Mingyong, who was riding in the same cart, smiled and said, "Want to try it? It's more affordable to cook it at home. You can use your food stamps to buy some glutinous rice and bring it to the village." The tofu mill costs only a penny per kilogram, and you can make the rice flour syrup at home. "

Rui He smiled and nodded: "Okay." He now knew how to get food stamps, so he would not rush to ask where to get food stamps.

"Well, it's better than before. I remember when I was a kid, there were a lot of breakfast stalls and late-night snack stalls on the roadside. A bowl of juice only cost a dime." Mingyong sighed, "It's not like now. You have to use whatever you buy. Ticket. Alas! "He is already twenty-seven years old, it is easy to get married!" Recently, he had to work overtime and purchase wedding supplies, and he was so tired that he lost weight.

In this age of the world, there are really many things that surprise Rui He. For example, this ticket is completely unheard of. He rummaged through Zhang Xiaoshan's memory. It seemed that in another five or six years, what kind of "reform and opening up" would there be? After that, the country began to undergo great changes. First, cloth stamps were cancelled, and then grain and oil stamps were cancelled. When Zhang Xiaoshan was thirty-seven, all stamps disappeared. You can buy many things with money in the market. As long as you have money, you can buy whatever you like. .

Ruihe plans to save a lot of money before he can buy what he wants. Like a house, it is imperative to separate the family, but the house at home is also very old. It is the house left by the original owner's parents, and it must be more than thirty years old.

And after reading Zhang Xiaoshan's memories, he knew that the future world would develop even better, with peace and prosperity. These were scenery that Ruihe had never seen before. He wanted to take a look and learn from it. As long as he works hard, he can get what he wants. This is such an exciting world.

He needs to be literate, see the world, and learn skills.

He wants to grow up and be his sister's support when he returns home.

After seeing Zhang Xiaoshan's memory, Ruihe had a deeper plan for the future. The future is bright, and he will move towards that light.

The first priority now is to make money.

The ox cart was not walking fast, and it had only gone halfway when lunch time came. The ox cart stopped under a big tree on the side of the road, and the workers spread out in twos and threes to find something to eat. Rui He didn't know that he would be sent out to deliver goods today. He didn't bring anything with him. He sat under a tree to enjoy the cool weather and waited for others to come back.

Mingyong came back with a bun in his mouth and two more in his hand. Seeing Ruihe sitting under the tree, he asked in surprise: "Have you finished eating so soon? Are you the only one?"

Rui He was a little embarrassed: "Well, it's just me."

There was nothing to say between the two of them. Ming Yong finished the buns in a few mouthfuls and leaned against the tree and burped. Ruihe suddenly heard him speak: "Our job is not difficult at all, but the management requirements are very high. Every bamboo basket must be made the best. Some people with three-legged cat kung fu can't do it. I just joined the factory At the worst time, I could only make two baskets a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. I didn’t want to be a steward if I couldn’t do it well. I had to dismantle and tie it up. If I dismantled it twice more, the bamboo pieces were damaged and I had to peel them again. Bamboo pieces.”

Ruihe has heard about this matter. He heard that because of such strictness, the factory's products are selling well. He heard that they have been selling bread bowls abroad in recent years, which makes them very embarrassed.

"I heard that your team is the best among the new workers. You are the one doing all the bamboo basket making? That's great. Having a good craft can last a lifetime. If you do well in the future, I will be happy. "Mingyong patted Rui He on the shoulder and gave him the last bun, "Eat it, and be kind to yourself when you get your salary. The stomach is the last thing you can bully. If you bully it for one day, it will be there for the rest of your life. I have to take revenge on you. I’ll go to the villager’s house and ask for some well water, and you can watch the car.”

Rui He didn't expect that Ming Yong encouraged him first and finally gave him a bun. He was very moved and slowly ate the buns. The buns were filled with cabbage and were a little warm. After eating, he stood up and faced Mingyong. Mingyong fetched five bamboo tubes of well water and gave one tube to Ruihe: "Although it's hot, don't rush. Drink coaxingly and take a little sip.”

He hung other bamboo tubes on the bamboo basket: "This is all experience. If you have to go out temporarily in the future, you can bring it with you."

Rui He nodded gratefully: "I understand."

When other workers came back one after another, the three oxcarts continued to move. They delivered the bamboo baskets to the main bamboo factory in the city and rested there for a while. Mingyong said, "If you want to go shopping, go shopping. It's five o'clock." It’s time to gather and go home. If you miss it, just walk back by yourself.”

"Yeah!"

Watching the other workers disperse, Ruihe also walked out. Their bullock carts were parked in the receiving factory without fear of being stolen.

After walking out of the door, Ruihe was a little at a loss. After looking around, he followed the direction Mingyong went.

The city is so lively! The clothes people wear are also somewhat different from those worn by people in Shangmei Village. They seem to be better, and the streets are paved with cement, making it easier to walk. What attracts Ruihe's attention are the shops. Ruihe can't take his eyes off each store. . After coming here for several months, this was the first time he saw such a prosperous scene.

Only he didn't dare to go in. He followed Mingyong and kept walking until he saw Mingyong walking into a building. The building had two floors and a long signboard hung outside. The signboard had a bright red background, white fonts, and a golden light in the middle. The pentagon looks very impressive.

"Then it says Jinfeng Road Department Store." System 460 spoke.

Rui He hurriedly wrote it down, staring at the seven words and scratching his fingers on his thigh, "Ding Ding Ding Ding——" There were many people coming in and out next to him, and another bicycle flew past him, Rui He did not dare to go any further. He blocked the door, pulled up his clothes, and walked in carefully.

As soon as he entered, his eyes couldn't get enough of it. Rows of glass cabinets lay horizontally, and rows of wooden shelves stood vertically against the wall. Both cabinets and shelves were filled with things, and a well-dressed and clean clerk stood behind them. Clothes, pots and pans, pastries, clocks and alarm clocks, shoes... so much more! Too many! There are much more things than the supply and marketing cooperative in the village.

There are many paintings on the walls, some of them are farmers digging the ground with hoes, some are reading books, and there are also several children holding flowers with bright smiles on their faces. Up and down, Ruihe's sight was tightly squeezed. He almost turned his body in a full circle, and then another circle, and his eyes couldn't see enough.

"Oops." He accidentally bumped into a young woman, and the woman shouted softly, which made Ruihe recover and apologize quickly.

"It doesn't matter, just watch the road carefully." The young woman smiled and walked towards the other road. Ruihe followed her and saw a woman at a counter saying, "Give me a handkerchief, the kind that is pink and reflects the lotus."

"Hey Xiaoshan!"

Ruihe turned his head, and Mingyong was looking at him in surprise: "You came to the department store too?" Seeing Ruihe's confused look, Mingyong strode over and grabbed him: "Follow me, don't get stuck here. . Why are you here? What do you want to buy?”

"I took a look, but he hasn't been here either."

Mingyong smiled: "Come on, follow me. We will go back together in a while."

So Ruihe followed Mingyong to a counter. The counter was full of boxes and bottles, and the tip of his nose was filled with a rich aroma. "Honoka said she wanted to buy hair oil. Why should I use it on my hair in this summer? It's so greasy! Oh."

The salesperson smiled and said: "This is osmanthus hair oil. Apply it to your hair after washing. It will make your hair black, shiny and moisturized. It also smells delicious. It costs 80 cents a bottle, do you want it?"

Ming Yong gritted his teeth: "Give me a bottle."

Rui He stood aside and looked at the things on the counter curiously, thinking that it was very similar to the rouge that the little maids bought from the sellers at the back door. It turned out that the girls here also had to dress up.

"Let's go over there and take a look. I also want to buy two enamel jars with happy characters on them."

Ruihe nodded and followed Mingyong to other counters. After an hour of shopping, he was really eye-opening. He was still thinking about it when he returned to the village. Mingyong smiled: "It's always like this the first time I come here. When I entered the department store for the first time, I didn't even know where to put my eyes. It'll be fine once I get used to it."

"Um."

The oxcart moved forward slowly, and the orange-red setting sun hung in the distant sky. Ruihe covered his eyes with his hands and half-squinted his eyes, as if the rays of light penetrated into his heart through his eyes, painting his heart with bright colors. He is full of expectations for the future.