Damn it! I forgot to wear the red scarf again.

Li Zhongxin, who was halfway there, looked at the gloomy April sky in depression. He wanted to curse loudly, but he quickly controlled his emotions.

He was very speechless about the fact that the school checked the wearing of red scarves every day. If he did not wear the red scarf, the teacher who checked the wearing of the red scarf would deduct the class's points. Deducting the class's points would affect the class's advanced evaluation. Whoever discredited the class would be

The public enemy of the class.

Li Zhongxin thought depressingly, I don't have anything to worry about recently, so why can't I remember to wear a red scarf?!!!

Wang Bo and Dong Zhiguo are responsible for fishing and selling fish. During this week, he does not have to worry about the riverside.

Feng Xiaowu and Lao Ge have already made it clear about the fishing nets. If no big surprises occur, Li Zhongxin will almost be able to get two 70-meter-long hanging nets by the weekend.

As for the matter of applying for a collective license that he told Dong Guozhong, Li Zhongxin did not have to worry about it. As long as Dong Guozhong saw Wang Bo's fishing methods, he would handle these things as quickly as possible.

The 1980s were different from later generations. As long as anything was done in the name of the collective, it was very simple. As long as it complied with the rules and procedures, either the industrial and commercial department or the tax department would directly give the green light.

After Li Zhongxin went home depressed and put on his red scarf, he began another day of monotonous primary school life.

However, at this time, Li Zhongxin's mind was not on studying and playing. He could learn the third-grade courses even with his eyes closed. When class came every day, he would just zone out and recall the major events that happened in later generations.

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Li Zhongxin knew clearly that his head was not a computer, nor did he have the storage ability to clearly remember most things in future generations.

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. If you can remember some things now, use a pen to mark them down in a notebook with symbols that he can see. It will be of great use in the future.

Thinking that stamps will be most valuable in the future at this time, Li Zhongxin puts buying stamps at the top of his list now.

It was a half-day class on Thursday and there was a holiday in the afternoon. Li Zhongxin refused his classmates’ offer to go out for fun and went home directly. He planned to take the remaining money in his hand to the post office to see if he could find some monkey tickets and some valuable coins.

of stamps.

In the 1980s, homework for the third grade was less than that for the first grade in later elementary schools, and it was very simple. It was nothing more than copying a line of a new word in a newly learned text, or doing ten math problems.

It was written in minutes.

However, when Li Zhongxin had just finished his homework and was about to go out to the post office to have a look, his mother caught him.

The rice and soybean oil at home were all gone because of the fish stew in the past two days. Li Zhongxin's mother originally planned to buy these things. However, because a student had a fight with a classmate at school in the morning, she had to walk several miles in the afternoon.

I went to visit the student’s home. Li Zhongxin’s great-grandmother and great-grandfather were old and their legs and feet were not very good. They must not let the two old people go to buy grain and oil.

The person responsible for issuing invoices at the Twenty-One Grain Store is a neighbor of Li Zhongxin's family, and the child is a student of Li Zhongxin's mother. With such a relationship, Li Zhongxin will not be deceived when he goes to the grain store to buy grain.

In the early 1980s, the public security environment in Jiangcheng was very good. If there were some security cases, they were due to fights between unscrupulous young people. Children went shopping during the day, and nothing happened at all.

Furthermore, Li Zhongxin’s mother taught at No. 26 Primary School for many years. There were almost no people on the road from Li Zhongxin’s home to the 21st Grain Store who didn’t know Li Zhongxin.

It was precisely under such a situation that Li Zhongxin had to take this fate.

Li Zhongxin remembers clearly that the corresponding grain store in his home was the 21st Grain Store, which was located in an alley between Fufeng Street and Jiangcheng Coal Mining Machinery Manufacturing Factory. Opposite the grain store was the employee bathhouse of Jiangcheng Coal Mining Machinery Manufacturing Factory.

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Twenty-one Grain Store was demolished in the mid-1990s and turned into a building. Li Zhongxin only has a faint impression in his memory. After all, Li Zhongxin went to the grain store when he bought grain for his family.

Just like the grain store in Li Zhongxin’s memory, the Twenty-One Grain Store is a long-cylinder conjoined bungalow with a raised ridge. The outside is painted with some yellow lime, and the large blue iron doors with some fading are opened in two directions.

Due to frequent unloading, there is a layer of flour-like substance on the large iron door, which looks dirty.

Entering it, facing the main door is a counter with a small arched window. Sitting inside are the staff of the grain store (the people who issue invoices and collect money in the grain store are all lesbians). They take the grain certificates from the residents and

Invoices will be issued based on the food that residents say they want to buy for this month.

On the side of the counter is a row of large troughs about one meter high and seventy or eighty miles wide, which contain rice, flour, cornmeal, corn and various miscellaneous grains.

Above each trough, there is a funnel made of tinplate with a thick top and a thin bottom. There is a thick iron pulling plate at the bottom of the funnel. Once the pulling plate is pulled out, the grain will leak from the funnel into the bag.

Next to the big trough are a scale for weighing rice and noodles, and several semi-cylindrical dustpans made of high-rimmed tin. The waiter at the grain store will take the receipt you issued and weigh out the rice, noodles or miscellaneous grains.

Tell you which slot to wait at.

Aim the flour bag you brought from home into the funnel. When the waiter weighs the food you need, he will tell you that the food is ready.

When the rice and noodles completely enter the bag, the more discerning waiter will tap on the funnel to allow the grain hanging on the wall of the tube to completely enter the bag.

Opposite this row of troughs are several dark soybean oil barrels. On the outermost oil barrel, a meter with a pressure handle is connected to a white iron pipe.

There is a scale on this kind of meter, and the scale corresponds to one tael of oil to one pound of oil. No matter how much oil you need, it will be pressed out of this meter.

There are not many people in Li Zhongxin's family. Each person is provided with half a catty of soybean oil, giving a total of two and a half catties of soybean oil.

Li Zhongxin was speechless that there was not enough soybean oil at this time. It was the same for every family. Even if they added a small amount of oil when cooking, they would not be able to eat until the end of the month.

It is precisely because soybean oil is not enough that people who sell meat in the 1980s usually buy fat meat. Not only is fat meat cheaper, but the key is that the oil is thick and can be refined into fat in a pot.

These meat oils will be carefully put into a small jar. When cooking and stewing, adding some meat oil can enhance the aroma of the dishes.

As a reborn person, he has an inexplicable aversion to meat oil. Not only does it have a strange taste in his mouth, he also feels that the cholesterol in that kind of food is quite high, and eating too much of it will have a certain impact on the body.

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I queued up, waited to hand in the food book, paid the money, issued the invoice, and then handed three small tickets about one centimeter wide that were torn from the food book to the staff. The whole series took more than half an hour.

, for such a kind of work efficiency, Li Zhongxin and others are going crazy.

Li Zhongxin purchased a total of ten kilograms of coarse grains, ten kilograms of rice and two and a half kilograms of soybean oil. He packed the rice and coarse grains into two washed white flour bags in front of the trough, and went to the oil drum to buy two and a half kilograms of soybean oil.

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Looking at the things on the ground, Li Zhongxin's face twitched unconsciously.

He thought for a while and tied the mouths of the two white flour bags together crosswise to make a double bag that could be draped over his shoulders.

After struggling to carry the grain and oil home with his left shoulder and right shoulder, Li Zhongxin plunged into the kang, putting all stamps and other things aside.
Chapter completed!