Marry an officer at the beginning, wear a book girl and play songs every day

"Mother Song, I don't mind your age."

Aimin held up his chin, thought for a moment, and said with an extremely serious expression.

"Haha, but I'm already married to your father Gu, and I can only be his wife in this life."

Seeing Aimin's serious expression, Song Ranran was amused by him.

"Okay then, when can we go out and buy stationery?"

Aimin didn't hesitate and immediately thought about going out to buy something.

It has been a long time since he went shopping or visited a supply and marketing cooperative.

"Wait a moment. The uncle who picked us up yesterday hasn't gone to work yet. I'll go upstairs to get the things. If you are in a hurry, you can wait at the door."

Song Ranran chuckled and shook her head. The child had thoughts one after another.

Is life a little more fun now than before?

When the three of them got into the jeep, the sun was already rising high.

Song Ranran placed her straw hat on the car window to prevent ultraviolet rays from invading her skin.

After all, sunscreen spray cannot provide 100% sun protection.

After getting off the car, Song Ranran put on a straw hat, held Aimin in her right hand, and walked in front holding Aiguo in her left hand.

Wang Xiaolei walked behind silently, observing any suspicious people nearby.

He accompanied Song Ranran out today, and Captain Gu gave him a task.

He needed to prevent any man from approaching Song Ranran with purpose.

The newly built buildings on the island include a three-story supply and marketing cooperative and a four-story government office building.

The buildings on the island before had only two floors at most, and the area was not large.

Song Ranran has not been to the newly built supply and marketing cooperative yet, but she often hears Xu Jiajia mention it.

After entering, she didn't feel unfamiliar either.

The first floor sells buttons, needlework, sugar, biscuits, canned cream, etc. It mainly sells daily necessities.

The second floor is mainly a place selling fabrics, clothes, shoes, and bags.

The third floor mainly sells radios, bicycles, watches, and sewing machines.

There was no one on the entire third floor, and there were more salespeople than customers.

Song Ranran led Aiguo and Aimin, and after looking around for a week, she found a place selling books, stationery and toys in a small corner.

Today's books, stationery and toys are relatively expensive, and few people buy them. The salesperson lowered his head and was collecting shoe soles.

Song Ranran walked to the bookshelf and took a look at the familiar Dream of Red Mansions. It was published in 1972 and sold for 3.7 yuan.

This set of four books is equivalent to more than three days' wages for workers.

Even a set of illustrated mini-books costs RMB 5.00.

Split paper is uncut white paper from the paper mill and costs five cents a piece.

A ruled workbook costs two cents a book.

Aiguo and Aimin walked around the shelves and each picked out what they wanted.

I picked a set of "One Hundred Thousand Whys" for my patriotism, a total of twenty-three books.

There are also Xinhua dictionaries, iron writing boxes, pencils, exercise books, rulers and erasers.

"Brother, I don't have enough money. Can you lend me a few dollars?"

Aimin was fascinated by all kinds of villain illustration books. He wanted this one and that one too.

It's just that the price is too expensive and he doesn't have enough money to buy it.

"My money is just enough for me to buy the things I have in hand. You have to buy the things you need first, and then buy books with the remaining money."

Patriot was unmoved and he had already calculated the price when he bought something.

"Okay, brother, please help me decide which of these two sets of books is better."

Aimin is greedy but a child who listens to advice.

He bought Xinhua dictionaries, iron pencil cases, pencils, rulers, exercise books and erasers as if he were patriotic.

Then I took a look at the remaining money and selected glass marbles, a rubber band gun, a tin knife, and a clockwork frog. The money was only enough to buy a set of villain illustration books.

"I think the story book of the Three Kingdoms is better!"

Aiguo looked at the two sets of villain illustration books selected by Aimin, took them out, flipped through a few pages, and gave his opinion.

Aimin compared it back and forth, but finally listened to Aiguo's words and chose the set of Three Kingdoms story novels.

Song Ranran waited for them to give them the money and bought them an enamel washbasin, two pairs of sandals and some daily necessities.

After buying white flour and vegetable oil from Xu Jiajia, Song Ranran asked Wang Xiaolei to drive them to the waste recycling station.

The waste recycling station on the island is relatively remote, and Song Ranran is not here to hunt for treasures.

She came here to find primary school textbooks for patriots and people.

Now that primary school has a five-year system, she wants to find a complete set of textbooks for grades one to five.

The supply and marketing cooperative has no textbooks to sell, and those borrowed from others are not that complete.

"Is anyone in there?"

After Song Ranran got out of the car, she looked at the closed door, knocked on the door and asked without giving up.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"The door is unlocked. You can come in and pick out whatever you want."

The hoarse and slightly trembling voice of an elderly male came from the crack in the door.

Song Ranran pushed the door hard. After the door was opened, a variety of messy waste products appeared in front of her eyes.

"Patriot, patriot, you wait for me outside, I will go in and find all the textbooks and come out."

"Mother Song, we can go in together and help find her."

"No, it's too messy inside. If you can just wait quietly outside, I'm helping."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Ranran stepped forward and walked into the house.

There wasn't much space inside, the things inside were piled all over the room, and there wasn't even a place to put my feet down.

Various newspapers, books, paper sheets, scrap iron, rubber shoes and other recyclable waste products are thrown everywhere on the ground.

There are no items that can be picked up, and most of the visible items are paper waste.

Only the area around the table in front of the old man was relatively clean.

Song Ranran rummaged through it for more than half an hour before she found two complete sets of primary school textbooks.

"Sir, how much do these books cost?"

Song Ranran placed all the textbooks on the table in front of the grandfather and asked about the price.

"Two cents together."

The old man might have caught a cold. He was still wearing several clothes in the 27-degree weather. He glanced at the books on the table and said casually.

When Song Ranran came out of the waste recycling station after giving the money, she felt a little confused.

People nowadays don't value education. Many of the textbooks she found were as good as brand new.

In some textbooks, the names are not even written, or they may not know how to write them.

Nowadays, I go to school on a part-time basis, taking half a day of classes and half a day of farm work.

Elementary school students attend classes in the morning and then go to work in the afternoon.

Before and after school, children have to do housework.

Some children just want to study but don’t have the time or energy.

In addition, the adults at home do not pay attention to it, so how much knowledge they can learn depends entirely on the children's talent and consciousness.

"Sister-in-law, let me move!"

Wang Xiaolei didn't know why Song Ranran came to the waste recycling station. After she gave him the money, he immediately helped put the textbooks into the trunk.

Today, because Wang Xiaolei drove to pick them up, when they got home, it was still more than an hour before they got off work at noon.

"Thanks for your help today, can you stay for a meal at noon?"

Song Ranran looked at Wang Xiaolei who was busy in front of him and invited him sincerely.

"Sister-in-law, I have something else to do, so I won't disturb you anymore."

Wang Xiaolei looked at the mountains of sweet potatoes piled under the eaves. The food supply at Captain Gu's house must be very tight this month.

In the past, Gu Tuanzhang's family ate refined rice every day, but now they not only switch to white flour, but also buy so many sweet potatoes.