The thinner man from before came forward and said, "Let me introduce myself first. My name is Bu Yaoming. I am the captain of the 8th team of the Xiaolaojun production team."
Luo Xuan smiled and replied: "My name is Luo Xuan, and I am from the Zhengxing Brigade."
Bu Yaoming grinned, "Little brother, are you still studying, or have you graduated?"
"I'm in the fifth grade of a high school."
Luo Xuan replied, "If I can save enough for tuition, I will continue to study."
"Oh, it turns out you are a high school student, amazing!"
The mountain people on the side praised Luo Xuan one after another, "He is indeed a literate person. Look at his speaking skills, he is very good!"
"Yeah, tsk tsk, the kids outside are still different from the kids in the mountains."
"That's right, look at how generous she is and how she doesn't have stage fright!"
"When you asked about the transfer of household registration earlier, was it just casual, or...?"
Bu Yaoming stared at Luo Xuan and asked: "We people in the mountains are all trying their best to move out, just for the sake of a plain dam. We don't have to climb mountains every day, and it is convenient for our children to go to school.
You see, if we come to catch a gathering, it will take us two days to go back and forth.
Little brother Luo, I see you are still thinking about moving to the mountains?"
"That's a bit of an idea."
Luo Xuan said: "It's just a matter of household registration. I'm afraid it won't be easy to deal with for a while..."
"The knitting store over there has processed cloth! Captain Bu, come quickly!"
At this moment!
A mountain man shouted from across the road, "Come quickly, or they will be sold out!"
When the mountain people behind Captain Bu heard this, they immediately ran to the "knitwear store" opposite!
"What a dog calls a silly boy is indeed silly!"
Captain Bu cursed, "After being yelled at by him, who doesn't know how to deal with it?! Little brother, remember, if you really want to move to the mountains, the members of our Xiaolaojun Team 8 will jointly agree."
It’s a problem! Just come to me when the time comes.”
Captain Bu finished speaking in a hurry, and he himself ran across the road and was busy buying fabrics.
Fabrics from this period were also supplied by ticket.
As early as a year or two ago, everyone could still get a 16-foot cloth ticket.
But since last year, only one person is left supplying 13-foot cloth tickets.
During the three-year difficult period, one person would only have a supply of 3.6 feet of cloth tickets per year.
To make a pair of pants for an adult, 5.3 feet of narrow fabric is needed.
So for a while, foreigners laughed at us Chinese because only two people can wear one pair of pants.
Since everyone has a shortage of cloth tickets on hand, this kind of "processed cloth" that can be purchased without cloth tickets has become a hot commodity.
The so-called "processing cloth" is actually selling the remaining rags most of the time.
For a piece of fabric, if you buy it 5 feet 8 and he buys 1 feet 3, there will always be a few bits and pieces of cloth left in the end.
However, it is difficult to piece together pieces of cloth of various colors and fabrics into one piece of clothing of the same color and fabric.
So this kind of rag head is more difficult to sell.
The remaining rags from the same batch of cloth with the same color are sold to the supply and marketing society as a kind of employee welfare, and are first purchased by internal staff.
Even if the leaders of the supply and marketing cooperative do not regard these rags as welfare, the salesmen are not stupid, they will hide the better rags themselves in advance.
Or you can inform your relatives and friends in advance and queue up early on the day of processing.
How can anyone else buy it?
Rather than doing it secretly like that, it's better to do it openly and openly!
Therefore, the leaders of the supply and marketing cooperative simply used these cloths as welfare benefits and gave priority to internal employees to purchase them.
One can imagine how many rags of the same colors and fabrics are left when they pick out these scraps of cloth?
When the colorful scraps of cloth from different manufacturers, different fabrics, and weaving yarns with different thicknesses accumulate, they will be hung up in stores and disposed of.
This kind of rags that some people look down upon are, in the eyes of urban workers and farmers who have no connections, a rare and rare commodity!
The fabric is too fragmentary to make clothes for adults.
But it is still possible to piece together a pair of shorts, or even a short-sleeved top or a small vest for the children at home.
Luo Xuan had no intention of grabbing the cloth.
The money I have is not enough to do those things.
He turned around and went to the "Stationary Supplies Store" and bought two pencils without an eraser for 16 cents. Luo Xuan was ready to buy some more things and then hurried home.
The reason why Luo Xuan bought pencils without erasers was because pencils with erasers were expensive, costing 10.2 cents each.
Another reason is that Luo Xuan is confident enough: he doesn't need an eraser!
The fifth-grade elementary school curriculum during this period was not as difficult as the third-grade curriculum in later generations.
As a college student in later generations, if Luo Xuan still makes mistakes when doing questions for the second or third grade of elementary school, he might as well eat a handful of "Guanyin Soil"... and forget about swelling to death!
“Pea cake!”
"Mom, I want to eat pea cake."
A mother and daughter were passing by. The little girl was about the same height as Luo Xuan's sister Xiaocao. She was holding on to her mother's clothes and was pestering her mother to buy pea cakes to eat.
Pea cake is made from peas and fried with a little starch, which is a whole grain.
Crispy and very fragrant.
The "Food Service Club" store was completely open at this time, and there were customers in twos and threes inside, eating breakfast.
Fried dough sticks are one of the most valuable ingredients in all breakfasts.
good smell...
Luo Xuan swallowed his saliva, moved closer to the big wooden board placed under the eaves of the catering service company, and stared blankly at the steamed buns, steamed buns, and fried dough sticks on it.
I still have money in my pocket, but I just lack food stamps.
Luo Xuan wanted to try his luck.
Because before Luo Xuan, I had heard my classmates who lived in Xiangchang discuss privately: Catering service companies sometimes quietly take out some steamed buns and fried dough sticks, but they don't need food stamps.
Making steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and pea cakes are all made by the employees in the service company, relying on their own skills.
There's no way to make them exactly the same size.
For example, when cutting the dough into long strips, if the two ends are too small, the resulting steamed buns will be irregular and inconsistent in size.
In addition, when making any food ingredients, there will be inevitable losses.
Service companies also allow frontline workers like them to have a certain "loss rate" or error during operations.
The error in a bag of flour is not big, but over time, the "error" becomes considerable.
"Little doll, come in."
There is a counter inside the service club. To buy breakfast, you need to pay money and food stamps at the counter first, and then pick up the food from the chopping board outside.
At this time, a fat man who seemed vaguely familiar to Luo Xuan was sitting behind the counter and waving to Luo Xuan.
Luo Xuan walked in and stood in front of the counter.
Before he could say anything, the fat man grabbed Luo Xuan and asked in a low voice: "Will you have eels next time?"
Luo Xuan nodded.
"That's good."
Fatty Gu went to the market to buy ingredients in the morning. After walking around for a long time, he found only 3.4 eel sellers in total.
The eels from two of them were bought by others, causing Fatty Gu to work all morning before receiving a few kilograms of eels.
"Would you like to buy fried dough sticks or steamed buns?"
"Pea cake."
People in Ba Province often call "cake", which is "ba", such as Yeerba.
"several?"
Luo Xuan thought for a while: "Six."
"So many?"
Fatty Gu curled his lips, "It means you met me, the well-known Gu Haoren. Okay, 30.6 cents."
Luo Xuan took out the money.
"Next time the eels must be sold to me!"
Fatty Gu grabbed Luo Xuan and refused to let go, "Otherwise, I will beat you to death!"
"The price is enough, so it's easy to talk about anything."
Luo Xuan smiled and said: "Who is selling to but not selling to?"
Fatty Gu glared and cursed with a smile: "Get out! You ungrateful guy."
