Reborn in the 70s / Reborn in 1978

Except for buying movie tickets and squeezing the bus, there are actually very few cases of scrambling and looting under normal circumstances. Things like buying food, food and vegetables will automatically line up and wait slowly.

The root of the scrambling and crowding by the Chinese people is the shortage of supplies that lasted for 40 to [-] years. Don’t advertise how civilized and gentlemen abroad are. That is purely a lie, and only a fool will believe it. You let them come for a few days In ten years, let alone not queuing up, the whole shit will become a murderer. Look at why India is still in such a mess, and look at what the western United States is like.

Spiritual pursuit is a matter that can only be ranked after material needs. If you don't even have material needs to compare with your spiritual realm, it can only show that you are a fool.

When you talk about the UK, you are a gentleman, and when you talk about the United States, you are free and confident.The United Kingdom has burned, killed and looted around the world for more than 100 years. Before that, it was a group of rioters like savages. The United States is even better. It was founded after the criminals among the British rioters were exiled. Then think about what it was like before it was rich?Can good people pretend to be hooligans all over the world like they are now?

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I took the fried dough sticks and brought the soy milk, and went to the table on the side. The table was welded with iron plates and covered with plastic sheeting.

Take a pair of chopsticks, soak the deep-fried dough sticks in the soy milk, take a bite, the crispy and glutinous, the aroma suddenly fills the mouth, that feeling is simply wonderful.

Munching deep-fried dough sticks, sipping soy milk, even the old man next to him was affected, the food was three points better than usual, and the people in the queue looked at it cheerfully: these two boys, the food is really delicious.

After eating four deep-fried dough sticks and drinking all the soy milk, Zhang Xingming rubbed his stomach and enjoyed it.

Dadong also finished eating, licked his lips, and Zhang Xingming smiled and said, "Would you like some more?"

Dadong glanced at the window selling things, hesitated and said, "I'm full, it's delicious."

Zhang Xingming bought some more twists, and the two of them walked out of the restaurant with twists, turned to the right, bypassed the pillars of the stairs leading up to the department store, and it was the main entrance of the grain station.

Opening the heavy canvas cotton curtain, eyes were dark as usual, noisy voices came oncoming, mixed with the smell of rice noodle oil rushed into the nostrils.

On the left is the window for ticket exchange, where people line up to receive food stamps and buy food.

The staff fills in the data that you can buy in the food book, and then you take the food book to pay the goods or pay for the food, not as much as you want to buy.Next to the window where the grain is sold is the place where oil is pumped. At this time, the soybean oil is in bulk and packed in large tin buckets. You have to bring your own supplies to pack it.

There is a semi-automatic oil press on the oil barrel with a scale on it. When you pump a catty of oil, the salesman will adjust the scale on the oil press to one catty, lift the handle up to the position of the scale, and then press it down, and the oil nozzle will flow out one catty. No one doubts that there will be less, and it is guaranteed that there will be only a lot more.

At this moment, the dark hall was full of noise, and the three queues that had been lined up were also in disarray. A group of people gathered in front of the grain selling window, and the crying of a little girl could be heard intermittently.

"Twenty catties, this must be half a month's ration, right?"

"That's not right, the family of three is about ten days old. If it is really lost, something will happen. It doesn't look like a rich family. It will be expensive to buy a bargain. It depends on whether there is any sale. Then There is no emergency for the stuff."

The rations they mentioned refer to the face value of the food stamps, not the weight of the food.

At that time, there was a rationed supply of rice and flour, which was not enough for most families, and the remaining gap had to be filled with coarse grains. Corn and sorghum were also limited, but the rations were larger, and the food stamps were also less. Few poor families sell their fine grains, and the whole family only eats coarse grains.

"Who knows that kid? I haven't seen him before. If anyone knows him, tell him. If you really pick it up and return it to others, it's a matter of life."

"I don't know it, and I don't know if it's true or not. How do you say this? It weighs about twenty catties."

Zhang Xingming handed the twisted doughnuts to Dadong, stretched out his hand to push through the crowd and squeezed in: "Let's come here, line up, and watch the excitement and pay for it?"

The crowd around slowly dispersed, some turned their heads to look at Zhang Xingming, stood still without making a sound, and continued to watch the excitement.

When Zhang Xingming walked up to him, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl was sitting on the ground, with both hands tightly embracing the legs of a man in his twenties. The whole body was hanging on his lap, her face was full of tears, and her hair was messy. Yes, and kept crying.

The man's face was full of impatience, but there were so many people in the food station, he didn't dare to beat and scold, so he could only drag the girl towards the door while pumping his legs: "You let me go, listen? I'm in a hurry Cut you, cut it like a girl."

"You, you return the food stamp to me." The girl sobbed, tears streaming down her face.

"Who took your food stamp? You lost it yourself and still rely on me?"

"The grandpa over there is looking at you, you picked it up, you, you, you picked up my food, food, food stamps haha? I, my family has no food to eat, eat it."

A staff member of a grain station stood beside him, looking helplessly.

Zhang Xingming walked over and asked, "What's the matter?"

The staff at the grain station turned to look at him, and said in a low voice, "This girl dropped the food stamp in her hand before queuing up, and it weighed about twenty catties. Just now, an old man said that this kid picked it up. No, this girl is just talking about it." He refused to let go, but the boy said he didn’t pick it up, and the old man also left just now, it’s not easy to handle, this is not a small number.”

Zhang Xingming frowned. Twenty catties of food stamps were really fatal in this era.

He turned back to Dadong and said, "Dadong, go to the police station and call a policeman, saying that someone is robbing here."

The one whose legs were being hugged was unhappy, and said to Zhang Xingming: "Little Bibi, what are you talking about? Who the hell robbed you? You're blind, Bibi, and I'll kill you."

Zhang Xingming was overjoyed, did this count as giving himself a ride?There is no excuse to get involved.

Chapter 387 Let’s Reach Out Together (2)

Zhang Xingming looked this kid up and down, and asked, "Who are you? You don't belong to Guobao, right?"

That kid was made angry by the girl, and he just found a place to be discouraged. He opened his mouth and scolded: "What the hell am I? Fuck your mother, you Guobao are awesome? Little boy, do you have a number? Come on, I don't want to bear you, go find someone with a number to fuck me, it's fucking crazy."

Zhang Xingming took off his gloves and hat, handed them to the staff of the grain station beside him, and took off his overcoat, which was too thick, and he would really suffer from it.

The staff of the grain station subconsciously took Zhang Xingming's coat and hat, and said, "Huh? Don't let this fight, I don't know what's going on yet."

The man lowered his head and said to the girl who was holding his leg: "Damn girl, do you let go and listen? I told you to hit you, don't say I bully women."

Zhang Xingming said to the girl: "Let go of him, it won't be cold sitting on the floor, come here and get me clothes."

The girl turned her head and said to Zhang Xingming: "He took my [-] catties of food stamps, why did he run away?" Seeing someone helping her, she gained confidence.

Zhang Xingming was wearing the security company's cotton uniform in his army overcoat. In fact, he didn't like wearing it very much, but in this era, there is really nothing more comfortable to wear than this. Although the military cotton jacket and cotton trousers are light, they are all loose.

There were so many people in the grain station and the lighting was not good, this kid didn't see Zhang Xingming clearly, he just wanted to get close to him so that he could get rid of the girl on his lap.

Over there, he went to the police station to find someone to watch, but he didn't dare to do anything to the girl because there were so many people, and no one cared about it for so long. No matter how meddling, but with a strong sense of justice, this kind of behavior of bullying girls must be guarded.

He wanted to fight Zhang Xingming when the police didn't come, so he just ran away from the girl. Twenty catties of food stamps are worth tens of dollars.

As for whether he could win, he hadn't thought about it at all. A nosy middle-aged man would definitely be fine if he was knocked down a few times.

Zhang Xingming was still talking to the girl who was sitting on the ground like a sloth hugging someone else's calf: "Be obedient, he can't run away, you get up first, if you hug him like this until next year, it won't solve the problem, will it?"

The girl wiped her face with one hand and said, "Why is he running away? My father is still waiting for the rice I bought to cook."

Zhang Xingming said: "You get up first. If he runs away, I will pay you [-] catties of food stamps, okay? The elder brother of the grain station will testify, okay?" He pointed to the staff of the grain station who was holding his coat.

The staff of the food station immediately became confused and said, "What does it have to do with me? Why do you involve me? What kind of certificate do you need? What will I do if you run away?" Twenty catties of food stamps is not a small amount, he I can't afford it either.

Zhang Xingming pointed to the clothes in his hands and said, "Those things of mine are not worth twenty catties of food stamps? Where am I going? If you can't help, just stand there and don't make trouble."

The people at the grain station kept silent, but hugged their coats tighter.

The kid over here moved to Zhang Xingming with the human-shaped sloth on his legs, and stretched out his hand to grab Zhang Xingming: "Xiaobizi, stop me one more time."

Zhang Xingming didn't dodge at all, just as he grabbed Zhang Xingming's shoulder, a big silver bracelet was put on his wrist, and locked with a click, Zhang Xingming grabbed the other end and said: "It's quite active, that hand, Let's reach out together, save me trouble."

The kid was dumbfounded at the time, looked at the cuffs on his wrists, looked at Zhang Xingming, and said, "Are you a policeman?"

Zhang Xingming went over to pick up his other hand, handcuffed it, and said, "What do you think? Girl, get up now, are you addicted to sitting? After a while, your buttocks will freeze in two."