With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Zhu Chunhua sat on the ground crying, scolding the brigade cadres for bullying the elderly, scolding Xue Ming for having no conscience.

"If you keep yelling, I will deduct your work points." Zhao Tian was furious. If the old guy wasn't so old, Zhao Tian would definitely deal with her.

"Stop yelling!" Xue Erjun was also blushing and thick-necked. Because he pretended to receive the cloth ticket from Xue Ming's family, he was fined an additional 2 feet of cloth ticket by the brigade. He was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

"Xue Erjun, listen carefully. This time it's a small punishment but a big punishment. Next time, the punishment will be heavier. You should take good care of your old lady." After Zhao Tian finished speaking, he handed the 20-foot cloth ticket to Xue Ming.

"I promise that nothing like this will happen again in the future." Xue Erjun smiled uglier than crying.

There are 20 20-foot cloth tickets, each with one city foot printed on it and stamped with the official seal of the relevant departments of Guangming County. Having them is equivalent to the qualification to buy cloth.

However, this kind of cloth ticket can only buy the lowest grade cotton and floral cloth. Xue Ming naturally doesn't like it, but he is still very happy to make Zhu Chunhua and Xue Erjun hurt him.

After following the brigade cadres to leave Xue Erjun's house, he heard Zhu Chunhua yelling and cursing again through the courtyard wall. Zhao Tian gritted his molars and cursed, "This old and immortal thing needs to be dealt with."

"Forget it, she's just an old rural lady who doesn't understand anything. We don't know her the same way, don't you think so, Xiao Xue?" Accountant Zhou Mengmeng smiled to smooth things over.

Such old men are usually illiterate and hooligans. In the future, they will be the T0 version. Xue Ming nodded and said, "Thank you leaders for helping me seek justice."

Technician Xue Dingshan never apologized to Xue Ming from beginning to end. In his opinion, this was a trivial matter, so Xue Ming looked down on him from the bottom of his heart.

Everyone separated at the brigade. In order to avoid Ye Changmengduo, Xue Ming rode his bicycle to the supply and marketing cooperative to exchange cotton cloth. When he came near the supply and marketing cooperative, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

There was an endless queue at the door. Xue Ming randomly struck up a conversation with a middle-aged woman, "Hello, aunt, are you lining up to buy cotton?"

"Young man, are you here to buy cloth too?" the middle-aged woman said with a smile, fluttering the cloth ticket in her hand, "You are a bit late, I will come and line up before dawn."

"Go back, young man, and wait in line again at 12 o'clock at night. Look at how many people are behind you. People will get off work early when you are in line." The middle-aged woman gave a kind reminder.

Xue Ming nodded and left, going through the back door to find Pei Lin, the director of the supply and marketing cooperative. When he passed by the door of the business hall, he heard someone shouting inside, "There is no more cloth in the cooperative. Come back another day."

These words aroused public anger, and the crowd was excited for a while. The aunt who just talked to Xue Ming directly cursed, "Are you mistaken? My child is still naked!"

This is the characteristic of the times. If you have money and tickets, you may not be able to buy goods, because the supply and marketing cooperative is likely to be out of stock.

"You're here, let's go take a look." Xue Mingrao passed through the crowd to find Pei Lin, and was surprised to find several people standing at the door of Pei Lin's office, all holding cloth tickets in their hands.

These people should be related households. Xue Ming walked over and knocked on the door gently. After knocking for more than a dozen times, no one answered, "Uncle Pei, are you in the house? I am Xue Ming."

People nearby watched indifferently, and an uncle with a beard whispered, "Young man, stop shouting. We are all here to find Director Pei, but he doesn't open the door at all."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the room opened a crack. Pei Lin saw through the crack that Xue Ming opened the door wider again. He stretched out his hand to drag Xue Ming into the office and closed the door. "What are you doing here?"

With a look of embarrassment on his face, Xue Ming took out 20 cloth tickets and put them on the table, "I'll ask you to open a back door."

"Keep your voice down." Pei Lin subconsciously looked at the door and pulled Xue Ming to sit on a chair. "There are people outside who want to open the back door."

"Help me, it's not easy for me to travel more than 20 miles." Xue Ming took out his cigarette case and gave him a cigarette.

Pei Lin was in a dilemma and did not pick up the cigarette. Xue Ming stuck the cigarette in his ear, took out 7 yuan from his pocket and put it on his desk.

To buy a foot of cotton cloth, you need a foot of cloth coupon plus three cents. The floral cloth imported from the Soviet Union is 5 cents more expensive than the cotton cloth. "Bring me 20 feet of floral cloth. The color should not be too bright."

"You still have the nerve to be picky?" Pei Lin snorted, took out the key from his pocket, opened the cabinet next to him, and took out a piece of fancy cloth.

The bright red cloth is printed with unknown flowers. The color is too bright. If it were made into clothes, my grandma and mother would definitely not wear it. I wonder if my sister would wear it.

"You're lucky, this is what I left for the leaders." Pei Lin smiled and measured the fabric with a measuring tape.

"Do you dare to give me a few more feet? It's the Chinese New Year soon. I want to give my family a new set of clothes. I'll give you the money." Xue Ming said.

"Stop it, kid. The state has an account of how much cloth it gives and how much cloth coupons it recycles." Pei Lin cut an opening with scissors and tore off a large piece with a hiss.

Folded it and handed it to Xue Ming, "Save it. I estimate that there will be less cloth next year. I heard that there was a great famine in the Soviet Union and the output of floral cloth was much less than last year."

No matter what weird things happen in the Mao Xiong Kingdom in the north, Xue Ming will not be surprised. Their main focus is an abstract, "Uncle Pei, life will not be easy in the next few years."

"Hush - don't talk about politics." Pei Lin lit a cigarette and reminded Xue Ming, "I can't see the direction of the future. You have to keep your tail between your legs and don't say anything you shouldn't. Also, are you? Hired Li Shanhe’s granddaughter?”

"How do you know?" Xue Ming was a little shocked. Is there something wrong with the recent limelight?

"Kick her away after hearing my uncle's advice. You should learn to be wise and protect yourself. Don't have anything to do with her because of her bad background." Pei Lin said with a serious face.

"Did my aunt help me find a sewing machine master?" Xue Ming would not discriminate against Li Chuanying like others, but he also didn't want to be implicated by her. After all, this is an era where whoever is poor is right.

"This is really hard to find." Pei Lin shook his head and pointed at the door, "Come on, kid, hide the cloth so they don't see it."

"Goodbye." Xue Ming put 20 feet of floral cloth into a cloth bag prepared in advance and carried the cloth bag out. Pei Lin immediately closed the door.

Everyone stared at him, and the middle-aged man with a beard stretched out his arm to stop him, "Little comrade, what did you and Director Pei talk about? Is there any cloth in his hand?"

"We talked about the postpartum care of sows. I didn't know if he had any cloth in his hand." Xue Ming laughed and walked out of the crowd, riding his bicycle home humming a ditty.

It was already dusk when he got home. Xue Ming took out the flower cloth and handed it to his mother, "I took away our cloth ticket. This is the cloth bought at the supply and marketing cooperative."

"Why did you buy this kind of cloth, my son? Why don't you let me go with you? Doesn't this waste the cloth ticket?" Liu Yue'e suddenly became excited.

Grandma Guo Xiuhua also looked depressed, "It's over, this year's cloth tickets were wasted!"