"Comrade Cen, Comrade Tao, aren't you going to Daheshe?" Liang Jianguo, the man with glasses who led the team, shouted warmly.

"I want to go to the scrap collection station to see if there are tables and chairs. There is nothing in my house, and there is no place to put water cups and thermos bottles." He Xiaoman answered first, and then ignored Cen Junjie and walked straight to the post office.

Cen Junjie still wanted to follow He Xiaoman, but he did have some things to buy when he first arrived. The team leader said during the lecture that in more than ten days, the summer double harvest will almost start. At that time, everyone will go out early and return late to harvest, sow, and moisten any crops.

People are not allowed to ask for leave, and double work points will be deducted for absenteeism.

Holding a few thin notes in his pocket, Cen Junjie thought for a while and followed the crowd to Daheshe.

He Xiaoman finally got an opportunity to place an order. He bought stamps for the envelope, filled in the address and stuffed it into the mailbox.

She doesn't want people to know that she mailed the report letter, even if grandma's bunch of animals may be suspicious, but you have no evidence.

Even the report letter was written with her left hand by He Xiaomandu, hoping that the leaders could understand the ghostly symbols she worked so hard to concoct.

She went to the scrap collection station and wandered around, but didn't find anything useful. She didn't see any of the red sandalwood furniture and Tang Sancai that people could easily get in articles about the era.

He Xiaoman thought for a while, squatted on the ground and collected a lot of old newspapers, which weighed about six or seven pounds.

The person in charge of the scrap collection station was a chubby old lady wearing glasses. She looked at He Xiaoman with suspicion unique to this era.

"Auntie, how much do these cost?"

The aunt did not answer He Xiaoman's questions, but asked her a lot of questions: where did she come from, where did she go, what was her name, why did she collect so many newspapers, and what sinister intentions did she have...

He Xiaoman quickly stopped her. If she continued to ask questions, she would be parading with a sign on the street.

"I am a new educated youth from the Shangxi Brigade of Dadingzi Commune. We young people don't have enough houses, and I can't bear to borrow money from fellow villagers. It just so happens that the production team has an empty house that has been in disrepair for me to live in for free.

The wall is covered with dirt, so I bought some newspapers and papered it."

The aunt's calm eyes glanced up and down at He Xiaoman through her glasses, and then she said coldly: "Be honest, why don't you look like you don't have money to pay the rent?"

He Xiaoman flattered her: "Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you. Auntie, you are indeed an outstanding revolutionary comrade who has been tested for a long time. There was a comrade who lived with us who always missed his mother and cried so much that I couldn't sleep well, so I moved here."

"It's not that I don't want to speak ill of comrades behind their backs, and I need to be honest with comrades, but when she cries, I can't sleep well, and I get a headache if I can't sleep well. How can I devote myself to revolutionary construction?"

"My eyes are like radar. No one can beat me. Do you know why the organization puts me in such an important position?" The aunt was satisfied with He Xiaoman's answer. She felt very happy when she saw He Xiaoman nodding vigorously like a chicken pecking at rice.

: "Okay, these are waste products, just give me two cents."

"Okay, thank you!"

Carrying a thick stack of newspapers, He Xiaoman left the scrap station, wandered to a secluded alley and threw it directly into the space.

When He Xiaoman arrived at Daheshe, these people were still wandering around inside.

To be honest, Daheshe is much bigger than He Xiaoman imagined, with a dazzling array of non-staple food, daily necessities, and agricultural supplies.

The salesmen are also busy in front of the counter.

Several educated youths were chattering among themselves, discussing whether to buy a jar of fermented bean curd together.

Otherwise, if you buy it for several yuan at a time, it will be troublesome and difficult to store.

At this time, fermented bean curd is served in glazed earthenware jars with straight tops and bottoms. Each jar contains a hundred small pieces of fermented bean curd.

The problem now is that the price is a little more expensive if you buy a few pieces, but you don’t need a ticket. If you buy the whole thing, you need a non-staple food ticket.

There are about twenty people, who will give out the food stamps?

"Comrade Tao!"

Cen Junjie's sharp eyes spotted He Xiaoman standing at the door of Daheshe.

Her skin was white and her clothes were obviously different from those of women in villages and towns. It was no wonder that he saw her at a glance in the crowd.

Immediately, several people's eyes shone with surprise.

This man is the richest among all the twenty-three educated youths.

She can treat a kid with a runny nose that she doesn't even know by casually offering fruit candies, so what difference does a mere non-staple food stamp have to her from fruit candies?

There are not many people in Daheshe. Taking advantage of the summer shopping spree, many people came out to buy what they need.

After realizing that this was the God of Wealth grandma, not only Cen Junjie, but also several men and women shouted for He Xiaoman.

In an instant, she became the focus of the entire Dahe Club.

He Xiaoman walked to the non-staple food area. Several paper roll packaging ropes hung from the ceiling. The salesperson's fingers were flying, and he dexterously and quickly packaged snacks, biscuits, etc. according to the shape of the food sold.

At this time, there were no overwhelming plastic food bags, but all were packaged in kraft paper. Catching up with the shopping wave was a great test of the salesperson’s skills.

"What are you yelling about? If you want to buy it, pay it as soon as possible. If you don't want to buy it, hurry up and leave!"

The salesperson's face was ashen as water and she was very impatient.

These educated youths are so annoying. They have been chattering for a long time but they haven't sold many things. They just don't want to buy anything, but they still keep asking how much this is and how much that is.

At this stage, the service industry is almost dominated by bosses, so don’t expect them to treat customers as God. It’s better if they don’t treat customers as their third grandchild.

"Buy, buy, we'll buy the whole jar." Liang Jianguo pushed up his glasses politely and gave the clerk an apologetic smile: "Sorry to trouble you."

"It's agreed, four and eight yuan for the whole pot, plus a one yuan food stamp."

However, when the salesperson brought out a jar of unopened fermented bean curd from the warehouse, he saw several educated youths looking at each other, as if they were all blaming the girl who came in last.

"Tao Zhiqing, we didn't ask you to pay. We just asked you to give us a one-dollar food stamp. When you buy the fermented bean curd, you can eat it at any time. We unite our comrades to help each other when we are away from home. Isn't this too much?"

Liu Yun combed her hair, tilted her head and asked He Xiaoman innocently.

Xu Jiaojiao's voice was a bit like a timid little kitten: "Anyway, you are so rich, so you don't lack this."

That is, someone in the crowd whispered: "I just give out fruit candies to outsiders and contribute a food stamp. How big a deal is that?"

He Xiaoman looked at the angry expression of the crowd, as if they would eat her immediately if she didn't agree immediately.

"Finished?" He Xiaoman asked.

Liu Yun saw the slight smile on her face, which was indescribably soft and cute, and felt sour in her heart. She was such a charming young lady who didn't know the sufferings of the world!

"Comrade, please take out these shoes and let me have a look."

She actually went to the shoe and hat counter to look at Jiefang shoes!
Chapter completed!