With a Door In Mind

Jiang Xiaochuan sighed, how could anyone be so angry when they saw him casually.

He thought for a moment and said, "Fuel tickets, cake tickets, sugar tickets, milk powder tickets, coal stove tickets, oh... and thermos tickets. Are there any?"

The other party didn't answer when he heard what he said. He casually flipped through his bag, which contained a pile of bills. Most are food stamps.

Then he picked out some tickets and said,

"The fuel ticket is 10 jin, one piece per jin,

The cake ticket is 2 yuan per catty, only 2 catties,

Candy ticket is 1 yuan per catty, only 2 catties,

Coal stove tickets are 2 pieces and 3 pieces, and there are 2 pieces.

1 thermos ticket, 1 yuan 8.

There are no tickets for milk powder and malted milk essence, and those things will only be available when the Chinese New Year is approaching. "

Oil tickets and pastry tickets are much more expensive than their own. But also, there are few pastries in rural areas, so they are cheap.

It's not expensive anyway, so there's no counter-offer, just want it. A total of 23 pieces of 1 hair.

At this point, he only had 100 yuan and 9 cents left in his hand.

I have to pay for the food tomorrow.

200 jin of rice, 3 hairs per jin, a total of 60 yuan.

Corn flour is 50 cents per pound, and 200 pounds is 30 yuan.

A total of 90 yuan, so I only have 10 yuan and 9 cents left in my hand.

Those tickets bought have to buy something too.

This calculation is not enough, and his hands and feet are too big.

I just feel that things are really cheap as if they don’t want money, and it’s hard to make money without thinking about it.

Jiang Xiaochuan paid the money and was about to leave, his mind flashed, remembering that Fatty Wang seemed to have a drink ticket when he flipped through his bag just now.

Then he asked, "By the way, did you have a drink ticket just now?"

Fatty Wang nodded and said, "Moutai wine tickets are 2 yuan and 5 each. There are 6 tickets."

Jiang Xiaochuan sighed when he heard the price, "It's really cheap."

It is also a little more expensive than the cake ticket.

In later generations, basically any family can eat pastries, but Moutai is really not something that ordinary people can drink.

But what he thought was not to keep it for future appreciation, but to prepare to drink it by himself.

In my previous life, I was under a lot of pressure, and I started drinking when I was in high school. University has never stopped.

Fortunately, he has better self-control, and every time he has a few drinks. Never overdo it.

At that time, I drank Moutai once, and it felt good, but it was also a new wine.

Now let yourself meet, how can you let it go.

Now that I am still young, I am not old enough to drink it. After a few years, plus the space acceleration, the taste will definitely be better.

So he asked for all 6 Maotai wine tickets.

Jiang Xiaochuan calculated the money in his hand and felt that it was not enough.

He thought about fruit and honey in his space, or whether to sell a little fruit. So much that I and Jiang Xiaohe couldn't finish it.

So he asked Housan about the price, "Brother Monkey, do you want any fruit here?"

Hearing his words, Hou San asked happily, "Yes! Why not! What fruits do you have?"

Because of the shortage of food in this era, food is the mainstay, and fruits are rarely grown.

In some parts of the countryside, there are actually a lot of fruits. But because it is relatively scattered and inconvenient to transport.

Therefore, the fruits in the countryside rot on the trees after they mature. And there are very few fruits in the city.

"What's the price of peaches, plums, apricots, apples and winter jujubes?"

Hou San thought for a while, "Plums and apricots are five cents a pound, peaches and apples are a pound, and winter jujubes are 1 cents a pound."

Jiang Xiaochuan roughly estimated the fruits in his space and counted: "Each fruit has more than 50 kilograms, and there are more winter jujubes, maybe a few hundred kilograms, do you want it?"

When Hou Sanyi heard that there were so many, he was immediately excited,

"I want all these."

The provincial capital is so big, what does this fruit count for?

Jiang Xiaochuan nodded and said, "I'll take you there tomorrow morning."

The deal is basically done.

Jiang Xiaochuan and Hou San said hello and left on a bicycle.

He wants to find one near the black market and stay in a guest house.

Bumping his short legs, riding a bicycle, dangling on the street.

After a while he saw a guest house and parked his bicycle in the courtyard of the guest house. went in.

As for the bike is not locked.

Well, this is Jiang Xiaochuan himself forgot.

But bikes are pretty safe in this day and age, and losing a bike is a big deal.

Walking into the guest house, behind the counter was a little girl, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a ponytail and a floral dress.

Jiang Xiaochuan took out Jiang Dingzhong's certificate and opened a room.

Originally, according to Jiang Xiaochuan's proof, there was no way to open a single room, but now it may be because there are not many people.

So Jiang Xiaochuan opened a single room.

Thirty cents a night. Not cheap.

But compared with Datongpu, there is an extra bottle of thermos.

It is similar to a hotel in later generations, with a wooden single bed, a quilt and a pillow.

While it was still early, he was going to go out and wander around to buy the ticket in his hand.

He didn't go to the department store this time because he didn't have to buy big-ticket items. Just came to the supply and marketing agency.

He spent more than 20 yuan to use up all the tickets in his hand, this time he didn't forget the lock.

But when it came time to buy wine, something went wrong.

Moutai is really cheap, 2 yuan 9 hair 7 a bottle. However, Maotai is actually limited to purchase, only two bottles can be purchased at a time.

Jiang Xiaochuan went out of the supply and marketing cooperative with two bottles of Maotai in a depressed mood.

Seems to be only available in batches.

So he rode a bicycle. After running two more supply and marketing cooperatives, I replaced all the 6 wine tickets in my hand with wine.

Speaking of which, can I order more fruits and brew some fruit wine in the future?

Hey...that's a good idea.

But you don't have a barrel, do you?

Think about this later.

But this time he has more important things to do.

When looking for a supply and marketing cooperative, he found a waste collection station.

Speaking of which, isn't it said that waste collection stations are full of treasures in this era? I don't know if there is anything good in it.

Come to the junkyard.

An old man at the door is watching the door.

I talked to the old man and wanted to buy some old newspapers to paste the walls and some firewood.

The firewood is naturally the old furniture.

The uncle always disagreed, and finally he stuffed 1 cent. just give it in.

Hold the grass... Your uncle is still your uncle.

When Jiang Xiaochuan entered, he was stunned. "Grass the grass... I said that the waste station is full of treasures? Who said that? Come out. I promise not to kill you."

After Jiang Xiaochuan came in, he glanced at it. The things were sorted, but they were quite messy.

Waste newspapers are really waste newspapers. Occasionally, there are a few old books mixed in with them. Just look at them, but they are basically books from recent times and some unused textbooks.

There are no precious classics and antique calligraphy and painting.

There is no neat wood on the other side. It's all wood that can only be used as firewood!

There are pots and pans but there is some china, but nothing good. And it's all broken.

He scanned it again with his mind, and confirmed that there was really nothing good, so he picked out several sets of books, which could be used by Xiaohe.

Picked up several small books.

left the junkyard.

The janitor who did it felt a little embarrassed to receive the 1 cent.

Walking out of the waste collection station, Jiang Xiaochuan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

I am stupid. Now that the supplies are so scarce, what can I use and not take home?

Those beautiful antique vases, even if you don't understand, you can take them home and decorate them, right?

Is it true that people in this age are blind?

There are a lot of rich people these days. What is this about yourself.

Now is not 66 years after all. It will be more painful until then.