Reborn: Still want me to be the receiver? impossible

After discussing with Xiao Wenhao about packing boxes and delivering ingredients, Shu Zhiqiang returned to the security room, took the donkey cart and left.

When Xiao Wenhao invited him to his home for dinner, he was really moved.

But he soon understood that the other party was most likely joking.

The other party probably had lunch in the factory cafeteria at noon, so how could he go home?

After leaving Yunqiao Printing Factory, he led the donkey directly to the supply and marketing cooperative.

After buying some snacks and meat dishes, he spent more than 100 yuan on a Camel brand electric fan.

Originally, he wanted to buy three units, but he only had one industrial ticket.

The weather has been getting hotter and hotter recently, and the house is full of mosquitoes at night.

He wanted to buy one and take it home before, but he had no money in his pocket.

Now that Zhang Wen's money has arrived, he will naturally buy one without hesitation.

If the beams at home were not unstable, he would have liked to buy a ceiling fan so that he would not have to sweat profusely while eating.

He would also like to buy some cloth to make some sets of clothes for his family, but unfortunately he has no tickets.

So after buying the electric fan, he went back to his brother-in-law Chen Daqing's tea shop.

"Good guy, this electric fan costs more than a hundred yuan. How much have you made in the past few days?"

Looking at the things Shu Zhiqiang lifted off the cart. Chen Daqing stared at the electric fan with bright eyes.

Although he also has this thing at home, it does not prevent him from complaining about the price of this thing.

Each one costs more than 100 yuan, and it would take him two months to buy one even when the business in his tea shop is good.

But this brother-in-law only sold a few fish, so he was willing to buy such expensive things?

And we bought so many supplies. How much money will we need to make every day?

"There's nothing I can do. It's too hot at night. I can't sleep at night if I don't buy one."

Looking at his brother-in-law's appearance, Shu Zhiqiang doubted whether he was from the city.

But when I think about the income of ordinary people on the other side, it seems that except for the household registration, it is not much better than that of rural people.

He didn't bother with this kind of thing. After putting down the things, he looked at Chen Daqing.

By the way, brother-in-law, do you still have any electrical appliance tickets and cloth tickets?

Sell ​​me some if it's convenient. "

"What! Do you still want to buy it?" Chen Daqing was shocked and looked at Shu Zhiqiang as if he were a nouveau riche.

Is it really possible to make so much money selling fish? The other party is not here to show off his wealth, right?

Buying an electric fan can be said to be too hot and you can't stand it, but what does it mean to buy a ticket?

The Dragon Boat Festival has just passed, are you going to buy cloth to make clothes?

"Yes, there are parents, Zhiguo and Xuanxuan at home, and one electric fan is not enough."

Shu Zhiqiang nodded and said truthfully: "As for the cloth tickets, you also saw them."

"Zhiguo and I's clothes are too torn and there's no place to mend them, let alone those of my parents and Xuanxuan."

Hearing this, Chen Daqing immediately thought of his father-in-law, mother-in-law, brother-in-law and sister-in-law.

There is a patch on the east side and a plaid cloth on the west side. There is really no need to mend it.

So he shook his head and said that all the money and tickets at home were with Shu Zhihong.

He could give the electrical appliance ticket and cloth ticket to Shu Zhiqiang, but he would need the other party to get it himself, maybe give it to him tomorrow.

"Okay, then I'll go to your house." Shu Zhiqiang nodded, put down his things and wanted to leave.

But just as he turned around, Chen Daqing called out to him again.

"Hadron!"

Chen Daqing shouted, then walked up to the other party and said softly: "If you want to buy clothes for the whole family, the cloth tickets in my house probably won't be enough for you."

"You want me to see it, why don't you go buy some more on the black market?"

After saying this, he glanced outside for fear of being heard by others.

Ticket touts have always existed since the 1960s and 1970s, but they were well hidden.

If you want to buy a ticket, unless you are introduced by an acquaintance, you will have no choice but to try your luck on the black market.

Since Chen Daqing mentioned this matter, Shu Zhiqiang believed that the other party must know the location of the ticket seller.

So he nodded: "Okay, but I don't know where there are ticket sellers."

He had never dealt with ticket sellers in his previous life, and he had always lived a normal life before the late 1980s.

But Chen Daqing is from the city, so it is normal to know where to find it.

I saw the other party pulling Shu Zhiqiang to the door. When he saw the people coming and going outside the door, he even dodged his eyes.

“Qiangzi, those alleys under Phoenix Street were the former black markets in our city;

Go find the candied haws seller, don’t say anything else, just say..."

Half an hour later, Shu Zhiqiang walked empty-handed to Phoenix Street, which was a market.

By the mid-1990s, it had become the largest wholesale market in the county.

There are many people coming and going. The only difference between this group of people and the rural people is that their skin is not so dark and they all have a smile on their faces.

The 1980s was a time of great improvement in people's living standards and a time full of hope;

Shu Zhiqiang can see the light in the eyes of this group of people, the light full of longing for the future.

He looked at the crowd around him, walked slowly to the middle of the street, then turned around and walked into the underground passage.

The underground passage is different from the environment above. There are many homeless people and migrant workers here.

They spread their mats on the floor and their snoring was loud. They held lunch boxes in their hands and devoured the cold leftovers inside.

After eating, they will continue to look for work or finish the unfinished work in the morning.

This place is less like a market and more like a village in the city, a slum in a bustling city.

Shu Zhiqiang walked for a while and soon saw the strong light reflected from the end of the passage.

And he also saw the young man in coarse linen clothes and a straw hat at the intersection at the end of the passage, holding a grass rake and candied haws.

Shu Zhiqiang waited there for a moment, and then stepped forward when he saw no one passed by.

"Fan Yao'er? I was introduced by Lao Chen."

Upon hearing this, the man immediately looked at Shu Zhiqiang warily.

Seeing his calm expression, the man asked: "How many candied haws do you want?"

Shu Zhiqiang was silent for a while, then stretched out one finger of both hands and put them together

"More than twenty."

Hearing this, the man's pupils suddenly shrank, and after looking around, he asked Shu Zhiqiang to follow him.

So cautious!

Shu Zhiqiang shrugged and followed the other party with a calm expression.

A few minutes later, the two walked into a courtyard, and the man turned back to look at Shu Zhiqiang.

"What tickets do you want! Do you want so many?"

“For cloth tickets, more than twenty feet tall, I want to make clothes for five people;

I also want two industrial coupons, and I want some food and oil stamps and various kinds of tickets. "

Hearing this, the man's originally relaxed heart lifted again.

He looked at Shu Zhiqiang warily and said suspiciously, "You're not here to defraud me, are you?"

Who in a normal family wants so many votes to survive?

If this kid is someone sent from above, he shouldn't step on a sewing machine!