Back to the 80s, I was a military wife and was pampered by a tough guy with a pure heart.

"Looking at how kind you are, I can't just eat your popsicles for free."

"But the dirty talk comes first, and you are not allowed to tell others, otherwise I will not be able to continue my business!"

Ye Ying smiled and agreed: "Okay, sir, don't worry, even if I sell it, I won't sell it here!"

She almost believed the old man's lies. There were at least ten stalls selling popsicles in the Friendship Market.

The uncle waved to Ye Ying with a mysterious look on his face, asking her to come closer, and then told her the name, address and house number of the ice factory.

There were no mobile phones at this time, and Ye Ying didn't bring pen and paper with her, so she could only keep these three pieces of information in her mind.

After asking about the address of the ice factory, she planned to take a stroll in the Youyi Market to see what was on sale and buy some meat and vegetables to go back and start a small stove today.

There was a stall in front with a loudspeaker shouting a clearance sale, which attracted many people. Business seemed to be booming.

Ye Ying also planned to follow and join in the fun.

This stall sells bamboo shoots. There is a cart full of bamboo shoots in the tricycle, and the price is very affordable.

The stall owner is a handsome young man in his early twenties, with a lively short haircut and wearing a large vest.

Her eyes are very lively, and her smile is very masculine and full of male hormones.

Isn’t this much better than the sissy aesthetic in modern society?

In short, it was Ye Ying's aesthetics, and she had to buy some bamboo shoots to support this little brother.

She picked a few relatively tender bamboo shoots and was about to weigh them when she suddenly saw an old-fashioned large scale on the ground next to her, with a note on it: "For the exclusive use of the Linkeng Village Production Team."

Ye Ying was startled for a moment, then put down a few bamboo shoots and stood on the big scale.

She is losing weight, and the most intuitive way to determine whether she has lost weight is to compare her weight after a period of time.

To get started today, let’s use this data as the initial weight.

When the young man saw this, he frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I want to weigh myself." Ye Ying replied.

The young man was stunned, with a look of disbelief on his face: "Auntie, that's the scale our production team uses to weigh grain and livestock."

"No, who are you calling aunt?" Ye Ying was very unhappy with the sound of aunt.

"I'm only about 25 years old, not a few years older than you!"

It seems that it is true that you look older when you are fat!

She is clearly still a 'young girl' at this age, okay, so she is now an aunt.

The young man touched the bridge of his nose awkwardly and quickly changed his words: "Okay then. Sister, this is a scale used by our production team to weigh grain crops and livestock, not for weighing people."

Ye Ying disagreed: "I don't mind if this is a livestock scale. Come and help me weigh it. I'll just buy more bamboo shoots from you later."

This guy looks so fresh and neat, but he doesn't do things neatly at all!

This era is more about humaneness. If she said that, she wouldn't be rejected, right?

"But..." The young man glanced at Ye Ying in embarrassment: "Sister, based on your weight, my weight may not be enough."

Ye Ying took a look and saw that there were only a few 10 kilograms, 20 kilograms and a 50 kilogram weight on the ground.

Not giving up, she added the total kilograms of these weights again, 220 kilograms.

"You lied to me again. I counted the weights and they weighed 220 kilograms in total."

"That 220 pounds is not enough. You look like you are more than that." The young man complained.

Ye Ying insisted: "It's okay, just weigh it."

Seeing that she insisted on weighing her, the young man reluctantly started to put weights on the large scale.

"206 pounds." The young man looked at the scale and reported a number.

"Nice." After knowing her exact weight, Ye Ying got off the scale and started picking bamboo shoots.

To express her gratitude, she bought five kilograms of bamboo shoots.

After chatting for a while, I learned that the young man is 22 years old.

Because I had graduated from high school, I was sent as a representative by the production team of their village to sell crops. The money from the sales was taken back and shared among everyone, as long as they participated in the labor.

When checking out, she also asked the young man when he would come next time and how often he would come here.

The young man looked at her warily on the spot: "What do you want to do?"

Ye Ying smiled slightly: "Of course I'm buying bamboo shoots from you."

What a joke, can she just say that she is here to weigh herself on the big scale? How much do you charge for weighing people on the roadside?

Hearing that Ye Ying said he wanted to buy something, the young man felt relieved. At this moment, he was very happy that he had gained a regular customer.

"I come here probably once every three to five days, but I don't necessarily sell bamboo shoots every time I come here. Our brigade has everything, and next time it might be something else."

"It's okay." Ye Ying said with a smile: "No matter what you sell, I will support you."

The young man scratched his head in embarrassment: "Okay, thank you, sister."

Ye Ying bought bamboo shoots and was going to buy some meat and vegetables.

Braised pork is her specialty. She used to cook it for He Tao during her weekend breaks, but unfortunately...

Finding that she inadvertently thought of her scumbag ex, Ye Ying couldn't help but want to give herself two big tricks.

Ye Ying found a meat stall and took two kilograms of meat, but was told by the boss that he needed a meat ticket.

"No, why do you have to ask for meat tickets? The people selling bamboo shoots over there charge [-] cents!"

The butcher stall owner insisted: "If you come to buy meat from me, you have to ask for a meat ticket."

"I'm convinced." Ye Ying rolled her eyes. Where could she get meat tickets? Isn’t this embarrassing?

"If you don't want to sell it, I won't sell it. I'll go look elsewhere!"

This Friendship Market is not the only meat stall.

But Ye Ying walked around and soon discovered that he was the only one selling meat!

At this time, someone behind her tapped her on the shoulder.

She is a slightly fat aunt.

The aunt asked enthusiastically: "Girl, you want to buy meat but you don't have a meat ticket, right?"

Ye Ying nodded.

Seeing this, the aunt came over mysteriously: "What a coincidence, I am too! Come with me, I will take you to a place that does not require tickets to buy."

Ye Ying did not doubt that he was there, and followed the aunt into an alley, arriving at a place called Yongjun Market.

“You don’t need a ticket to buy anything here, but from time to time there will be people up there to drive away these vendors.”

Ye Ying said "Oh" and suddenly realized, is this the so-called "black market"?

"Then take a look for yourself first. Auntie is gone."

After the warm-hearted aunt left, Ye Ying walked around here for a while and saw many things that have been eliminated in the 21st century. Finally, she bought two kilograms of meat and stopped a human-powered three-wheeler to return to the compound.

After returning home, Ji Lianqi had packed all the pots and pans and put them in the house.