The tough life of a beautiful educated young girl from the 1970s who married a rough man

After walking out of the supply and marketing cooperative, Shen Zhiwei walked along the street again, and saw several large factories along the road signs, paper mills, steel mills, maintenance plants, and textile mills.

These factories provide jobs for 90.00% of local households.

Several factories posted recruitment notices outside, all specifying to recruit employees who are local residents in the county and over the age of [-], and a junior high school education is required.

The salary is good, with a minimum of 19 yuan a month.

It's a pity that Shen Zhiwei has nothing to do with single household registration.

Shen Zhiwei sighed, unknowingly wandered outside an old alley.

I saw someone sneaking in with a basket and counting money when they came out.

"Isn't this the so-called black market?"

With an idea, Shen Zhiwei used his mind to take out a plastic bucket in a place where no one was around, filled a large bag of rice and dozens of eggs, covered it with a towel, and walked there.

"Are you here for an exchange?" A young man greeted him.

Shen Zhiwei nodded, and asked, "Well, what do you take here?"

The young man replied in a low voice, "As long as it is food and food, we can give you money and tickets."

awesome!

Shen Zhiwei lifted a corner of the plastic bucket to show him, "Then take me there, I brought some eggs and rice."

The eggs in this bucket are all big.

The young man showed joy on his face, and said enthusiastically, "Please follow me."

Shen Zhiwei followed him through two alleys, entered a guarded yard, opened the door and went in, and when he got inside, he saw someone trading.

Most people sell eggs.

"Brother Chao, is someone here to sell rice?"

The young man excitedly reported to the boss.

A 25-year-old, tall man came striding forward with a cigarette in his mouth.

The appearance is also a bit gangster.

It really has the momentum of a big boss in this era.

"How many catties of rice are there?"

Rice is in short supply these days.

It was the first time for Brother Chao to see such a refined and delicate girl trading in the black market, and his eyes were full of surprise.

But judging by the patched clothes on her body, she should be from the countryside.

It may be that you want to exchange something for a high price, and you need money urgently.

Shen Zhiwei put down the bucket and uncovered the towel.

"About twenty catties of rice and sixty eggs."

Brother Chao quoted, "Our price for rice is 0.18 yuan per catty, and eggs are 0.8 yuan per catty. Do you want money or a ticket?"

Shen Zhiwei immediately made a choice, "I want tickets, do you have tickets for cloth and shoes?"

"Yes, a five-foot cloth ticket costs 3 yuan, and a shoe ticket costs 2 yuan."

These two kinds of tickets are the most scarce, and they are also expensive to take out.

"Okay." Shen Zhiwei decided to buy a few more from him, she needs money most now to buy cloth and shoes.

She still has more than 200 yuan in cash, which is not too bad.

Brother Chao ordered one of his subordinates to count the eggs in Shen Zhiwei's bucket.

After counting, there were exactly sixty eggs, and the rice weighed twenty catties.

Converted into transaction money, 4.8 yuan + 3.6 yuan = 8.4 yuan.

"Give me four cloth tickets and two shoe tickets, 16 yuan minus 8.4 yuan, and I will make up 7.6 yuan for you."

"it is good."

Brother Chao happily took out replacement tickets and shoe tickets from a large briefcase.

Shen Zhiwei made up the difference to him.

The transaction went well.

Before leaving, Brother Chao mentioned something.

"Girl, if you still have eggs and rice, you can come and trade them."

"Ok."

Shen Zhiwei came out in response.

I went directly back to the supply and marketing agency I visited just now to buy cloth and shoes.

Under the surprised eyes of the salesperson, Shen Zhiwei bought enough fabric and two pairs of rubber shoes for two new sets of clothes.

An octagonal one-foot blue cotton cloth.

The shoes cost five yuan a pair.

No wonder rural people make shoes out of old tires or wear straw sandals.

Shen Zhiwei spent another 26 yuan, and used up all the cloth and shoe tickets to get together two sets of outfits.

She came out of the supply and marketing cooperative with her things, and found a place where no one was around to put them into the space.

Then he walked towards the west side of the street, and happened to walk to the Grain Bureau where Xiao Gang worked.

This is the place where local residents receive tickets every quarter. Food stamps, oil stamps, and non-staple food stamps are issued here.

It's the middle of the month, and no one is here for errands.

She saw Xiao Gang's bicycle parked outside.

Inside is a spacious office, with more than a dozen staff members sitting at their desks with their heads bowed, busy processing documents and materials.