Chapter 14, The first huge sum of money

Author: Matcha flavored ice cream

Chapter 14, The first huge sum of money

The next morning, he woke up before dawn.

Luo Jinping was awakened by his movement. When he heard the voice, he asked: "It's not yet dawn, what are you doing?"

Yang Xiaole was worried that the time had passed, so he asked: "What time is it now, Teacher Luo?"

After hearing his words, Luo Jinping picked up the flashlight on the bedside and turned it on, and looked at an old stainless steel watch placed on the bedside.

"Half past four!"

Yang Xiaole smiled sheepishly when he heard this: "Teacher Luo, I'm sorry for waking you up. I have to go. My father is waiting for me in the town and will go to my aunt's house later."

When Luo Ping heard that someone was waiting for him, he nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

"Okay, please pay attention to your own safety, it's dark outside!"

"It's okay, Teacher Luo, I'm used to it."

Yang Xiaole said with a smile.

It takes more than an hour to walk from home to the town. I usually have to leave home before dawn, otherwise I will be late.

This is also because there is no brigade (village-level) primary school, otherwise there would be no need to travel so far.

Luo Jinping thought about it too.

He didn't say anything more: "Okay, pay attention to safety. Just change your shorts and put them on the rope outside. I'll wash them again at dawn."

"Hey, good!"

Yang Xiaole agreed, went outside, and changed into the clothes that were almost dry.

He came to the door, said hello and left.

The school door was closed, but that didn't bother him.

The slope on the side is easy to climb.

After leaving the school, he quickly ran towards the streets of the town.

This is a street with sales offices on both sides.

The shops on both sides are basically dilapidated wooden houses with tile roofs, and wooden boards can be pulled out piece by piece to serve as the door of the shop.

At this time, there were already breakfast shops on both sides of the street preparing breakfast.

Waves of aroma wafted out, making him feel even hungrier.

After all, I ate one sweet potato and one potato yesterday, which was already more than the usual amount given by my mother.

But he can’t afford these things!

Either they want food stamps or meat stamps.

There are only a few who don't want to vote.

I heard from Zhang Laohan that there are many people in Sijiu City and the population is very dense.

There are also many food service shops there.

Some of them can be purchased without a ticket, but the price is a little higher.

I heard that there are many century-old brands that don’t charge tickets for anything you buy at this time.

However, the price is several times that of an ordinary restaurant. Even in Kyoto, ordinary people are reluctant to eat the food there.

In ordinary restaurants, a plate of fried shredded pork costs 55 cents, and the price is half a pound of meat.

Grand hotels don't charge tickets, but they cost two or three yuan a plate.

Half a catty of meat is only 3.2 cents. Even if you include the price, which is basically the same as meat stamps, it only costs more than 6 cents.

You can buy four or five servings for 3 yuan.

A plate of fried shredded pork is equivalent to three days' wages of an ordinary worker.

Yang Xiaole endured the smell and came to the vicinity of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Because the meat seller and the fish seller had to get up early, they were next to the two stalls next to the supply and marketing cooperative.

But the real supply and marketing cooperative has not yet opened for work!

Now only the butchers and fish sellers are cleaning up there, and there is a fan of black pork on the butcher's chopping board.

In front of the fish seller were several large long wooden basins.

Looking at the meat-cutting chef with a sinister look on his face, and the fat fish seller.

As the saying goes, if there is no intrigue between these two people, Yang Xiaole would not believe it even if he killed him.

Just the current standard of living.

Can you eat so fat without any tricks?

But the other party is in his own position, and there are many ways to take advantage of it. As long as you can't catch the other party's little pigtails, there is nothing you can do about him.

This stuff is not something he can worry about.

I stood at the door of the supply and marketing cooperative and took a look.

The butcher just glanced at Yang Xiaole and saw that he was a child, so he didn't care. Who dares to make trouble here?

Don't want to live anymore?

Was it really a few years ago?

Yang Xiaole took one look and then exited.

To be honest, he always felt a little unwilling to exchange fish for money.

It’s not that money is useless, but that money can’t be used to buy things that require tickets.

But fish is not a very rare thing now, just because it does not require tickets. Some people who need it at home but cannot catch fish can just come and buy it.

Standing on an empty street.

Yang Xiaole's eyes wandered back and forth between the breakfast shop, the butcher shop, and the fish shop.

Especially early morning shops.

Earlier, it was said that the dosage of each item was standardized, but after all, there was a difference between flour and finished product.

The standard for a pound of noodles is ten steamed buns. If it were made into eleven, how many people would be able to spot it?

It's like buying a fish and killing it, but it's impossible to get it right.

He was more optimistic about this humble breakfast shop than those selling meat and fish.

But he has no way out!

After thinking for a while, he silently came to the door of the breakfast shop and watched the other party making noodles there.

There are two breakfast restaurants in total.

This is one of them, making steamed buns, sesame cakes, fried dough sticks, etc.

The other one is a store that sells dumplings like Huan Chaos, and the two have some things in common.

The reason why I chose this company is because the other party’s son is my classmate.

The middle-aged man who was making dough had an unfiltered cigarette in his mouth.

It doesn't matter whether the soot will fall into the noodles or not.

When he saw him coming over, he looked up and asked with a smile:

"Kid! What do you want? It's not ready yet! Only fried dough sticks and fried dough cakes are better."

"Uncle Gao, I want to buy some food stamps and meat stamps!"

Yang Xiaole blinked his big eyes and asked innocently.

When Gao Danian heard this, he was not disturbed at all.

While covering his face, he smiled and said: "Kid, you don't know, this is a public store, where can I sell these tickets to you! Besides, even if I have them, I don't dare to sell them to you! This is

Sell.”

As for the other party calling him by his last name, Gao Danian didn't care. After all, he was a well-known figure in the village.

But there was a hint of strangeness in the other person's eyes.

He had already concealed it very well, and the darkness made it even harder for people to see what he was thinking.

Yang Xiaole didn't care about his words.

He came and said it so openly, even if there was no one nearby, the other party would not agree.

He had known a truth since he was a child in the orphanage.
To be continued...