"Did you forget the last time you asked someone to catch my fish?"
"It's really you, brother. I'm really sorry. You've changed so much that I didn't recognize you."
It's not bad if you recognize it.
"Big...big...brother, brother, I...I am also begging for food, there is no...there is nothing I can do!"
Ma San was a little embarrassed when someone exposed him for fishing in person, so he quickly explained that he was really afraid of the sudden violence of the person opposite him.
Although there were many people nearby at the moment, he still felt frightened when he heard this emotionless tone and felt no sense of security at all.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, have you received the meat ticket I asked you to collect?"
"I got it, I got it, a whole hundred catties."
"How many?"
Thinking of this, he nodded and said: "Okay, I will go to your house to find you from now on. What is your specific address?"
"Brother, I will continue to collect meat stamps. As I said before, I can collect food stamps as much as I want. But I only want local food stamps, not national ones."
"Why, is there anything else?"
He did this unintentionally. Now, both local and national food stamps are very cheap. By the end of 1958 or the beginning of 1959, the black market price of food stamps will skyrocket.
This kind of plot often appears on TV, but Li Heng has never encountered it.
"No... not this time. What I want to say is, brother, you'd better come to the ghost market less often in the future. Of course, if you just want to exchange some food, it doesn't matter, but you can also exchange it at the market during the day, no.
You don’t have to come here, it’s not safe after all.”
Lao Zhang hated the fact that iron cannot become steel. He had said this several times, but Li Heng remained unmoved.
Of course, if the person who stamps you is your love rival, that's a different story.
After talking to Ma San, Li Heng left the ghost market. As expected, this should be the last time he appears here.
"It would be better if you don't remember me. I'm too lazy to get involved in those messy things. We are so comfortable here." Li Heng waved his hand and said. He came to this unit just to feel comfortable. He really wanted to move up. At that time,
I will never choose to come to the scrapyard again.
After listening to Ma San's address, Li Heng raised his hand and patted his shoulder, then took out ten yuan and stuffed it into his hand.
…
"You...Okay, hurry up and fill out the form."
"Oh? If I don't come, who will you sell your tickets to?"
"Brother, you..." Ma San looked at the money that was handed to him, whether he accepted it or not.
The transaction was successful again simply and neatly.
Li Heng sometimes felt puzzled, how to cut off the two ounces of meat, just like that.
With the addition of food stamps this time, Li Heng suddenly thought of the hard days in the coming years, so he was preparing in advance.
After counting the votes, he turned around and prepared to leave. The purpose of coming today had been achieved, and it was more than the quota. This hundred kilograms of meat, plus the dozens of kilograms of meat coupons in his warehouse, would be enough to eat for a while. After all, he didn't
Dare to buy every day.
"Hehe, this is what I want to say next." Ma San rubbed his hands with some embarrassment and lowered his voice before saying, "To tell you the truth, my home is near Donghua Gate. I am telling you this just to show that I have no differences.
What bad thoughts.
The application form is very simple, just some personal information and application matters, and then some personal information of the target. Under normal circumstances, this kind of thing will go very smoothly, and no one will get stuck on this matter.
"Brother, brother, please stay." Seeing that he was about to leave, Ma San hurriedly called out.
I just want to see if our future transactions can be postponed to daytime. I will keep the tickets for you as soon as I receive them, and you can come directly to my house every now and then when you have time. I think it will be safer this way."
"That's right"
If his subordinate is too ambitious, he will not be very comfortable as a leader.
In order to get these tickets, he almost bought all the meat tickets circulating in the ghost market in most of the 49 cities.
He really didn't want to lose this big customer. He had never seen this large-scale meat receipt in such a long time in the industry, and he had never heard of it at all.
"You can give me thirty."
After sending Fang Xiaoya to work on Monday morning, Li Heng returned to the scrap station and told Lao Zhang about opening a letter of introduction.
"Hey, you're pretty quick with your hands. Here, fill out the application form. I'm going to the bureau for a meeting, so I can stamp it for you by the way."
"Brother, do you want a sewing ticket?"
"What other tickets are there?" Li Heng was really surprised this time. This guy really can receive everything.
It was almost four o'clock when I got home. I ran pretty fast today, so I took the time to get some sleep.
"No need," Li Heng said, taking out a few big black tens from his pocket, counting seven and handing them over.
At about three o'clock in the afternoon, I came back from the meeting. The application form had been filled in with the unit's opinions and stamped, and was now waiting for the little girl.
But from another perspective, this also made him feel relieved.
Lao Zhang smiled and took out a watch from the drawer and handed it over.
"Ah? Oh, yes, yes, eighty, I will give you seventy-five, and then give me sixty-five."
"Hey, no problem, brother, please do it."
"eighty?"
"Thank you so much, webmaster. It just saved me from running."
But for ordinary people, if they can cut two taels of meat once a month, that would be great. Many people save up the meat stamps issued every month and wait until the Chinese New Year to buy it once. It is delicious.
A meal of oily dumplings.
There were two thick stacks of bills, of all denominations, one tael, two taels, half a catty, one catty.
"Brother..."
"Of course, how much does it cost?"
At that time, local food stamps cost three yuan per kilogram and national food stamps cost four yuan. There will still be a price but no market.
Li Heng raised his eyebrows after hearing this. He understood what Ma San was thinking. He was not averse to this method of operation, but there was a precondition that he had to touch his bottom first.
He is getting married soon and will have children by then. No, no, no, there will definitely be more than one. It is his responsibility as the head of the family to ensure that the family eats well as much as possible.
"One...one hundred catties." Ma San was suddenly worried. People asked him to take as much as he wanted, but if there were too many and he didn't want them now, there was nothing he could do.
"You kid, if you have nothing to do, go to the bureau and report your work to the leader. At the very least, let your superiors remember you as a person."
"Just take it if you give it to me. We are doing normal business."
"Hey, then...thank you brother, here is the ticket, please click it."
"Tsk tsk..."
"What? What's wrong?" Lao Zhang saw Li Heng flipping over the application form and clicking his tongue from time to time, thinking there was something wrong.
"No, no, no, I'm just feeling a little emotional."
"What a shame, you're such a big girl. I've left myself to you for the rest of my life. I need to be more responsible as a man from now on."