"Okay." Fang Yuan nodded and said, "By the way, I may have to stay here for a few days. If you meet Lao Xu and the others, tell them."

"Um!"

Then Fangyuan returned to the market again, this time he planned to collect more tickets, preferably until the Spring Festival.

Fangyuan can't help it! This period of time is during the busy farming period, and no one has time to pay attention to him. When the busy farming period is over, he doesn't know what will happen.

"Uncle, how do you sell these food stamps?" Fangyuan saw a lot of food stamps on a stall and squatted down to ask.

"Local food stamps cost two cents a pound."

"I want more, can it be cheaper?" Fangyuan asked.

"How much do you want?"

"I want as much as you have!"

"Uh!" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and asked, "Are you sure?"

"OK." Fang Yuan nodded seriously.

The middle-aged man looked around, and then whispered: "The minimum I'll give you is 18 cents."

"Okay, give it all to me!"

This time Fangyuan did not ask for any other tickets, because other tickets were of little use to him now.

For example, he doesn't need meat tickets at all, just a little bit is fine. To put it bluntly, he is just pretending.

The same goes for those messy tickets. He already has enough in hand to last for a long time.

It can be said that the most lacking thing in Fangyuan is food stamps. As long as there are food stamps, everything else is easy.

"I have several hundred kilograms here, are you sure you can finish it?" the middle-aged man asked again.

"Uncle, let me tell you the truth! Don't tell me that you have a few hundred kilograms, even if you have a few thousand kilograms, I can take it all."

Don't even look at how many people there are in Fangyuan, there are fifteen of them! Even if each person gets twenty kilograms of grain per month, that's three hundred kilograms a month.

Moreover, if each person supplements 20 kilograms, it can only be said that he is not hungry, and it is impossible to eat enough. Based on the fact that he is full, a person should supplement at least 50 kilograms a month.

This is only talking about staple food, there are also vegetables, meat, etc. If you calculate it like this, it will be a lot.

But there is no way, who asked them to follow him now! In this case, Fangyuan must be responsible.

This is also because the quota given above is too small. Each person has fifteen kilograms of cornmeal per month. What is fifteen kilograms of cornmeal enough for?

On average, each person weighs half a catty per day. No wonder he can only make two small steamed buns per meal.

Fangyuan and the others are all young people! And they have to work every day. Even girls can finish two small wotou in just a few bites.

To put it bluntly, with that little ration, you can only survive if you starve to death, and don’t think about anything else.

"Hiss!" The middle-aged man took a breath and said, "You want so much?"

"Um!"

"All right!"

This time I didn’t run to one side to trade, because it was just one type of trade. Although the quantity was relatively large, it was easier to trade.

The middle-aged man was right. He did have a lot of food stamps in his hand, weighing five to six hundred kilograms. Fortunately, some of them were large amounts, otherwise they would have been quite conspicuous.

After the transaction, Fangyuan left. Of course, he didn't leave the market, but left this stall and continued to look at the next one.

At the same time, he also understood why the middle-aged man gave him 181 pounds. It was a lot! Five or six hundred pounds was a lot of money.

Being able to trade so much at once, even if he makes a little less, the middle-aged man still makes a lot of money.

It doesn't matter if it's a square meter or not. No matter how much others earn, that's their business. Just follow the market price.

"Alas!" Fangyuan sighed as he looked at the bustling market.

It would be great if the jeep was there. In such an open market, if the jeep was there, how much money could he make in a day?

Although Fangyuan sighed, he had no regrets, because nothing was perfect, and the way he was now was already good.

At least he's not that much better than others. He's not starving! He's not being bullied! That's enough.

There are all kinds of stalls in the market. It can be said that they sell everything, but most of them are unnecessary for Fangyuan.

"Hey! This is..." Fangyuan walked to a stall in three or two steps, squatted down, picked up a ticket and asked: "Uncle, how do you sell this cotton ticket?"

Yes! There is a cotton coupon in this uncle's stall. This thing is rare, at least here.

After all, this is just a small town. If it were in the imperial capital, Fangyuan could just buy a Baier eighty kilogram for fun as long as he was willing.

But here, Fangyuan encountered cotton coupons for the first time, which is a good thing! Although it is still summer, the days go by quickly.

The weather will get colder in a few months, so Fangyuan needs to take precautions! We can’t wait until the weather gets cold before we think of a solution!

There are fifteen people in a team, so each person needs two sets of cotton-padded clothes, plus an additional quilt, but this requires a lot of cotton.

Sometimes Fangyuan feels that she is not the captain, but the mother. She not only has to worry about food, but also clothing and supplies.

"You want it?" The uncle raised his head and asked.

"Yes, I want it." Fang Yuan nodded and said.

The uncle glanced at the cotton coupons in Fangyuan's hand and said, "This is five pounds, please give me two yuan!"

"OK."

Fangyuan quickly took out two yuan and handed it to the uncle, and then asked: "Uncle, do you still have the cotton coupons?"

"No, just this one." The uncle shook his head and said.

Fangyuan glanced at the tickets at the uncle's booth and said, "Okay! I'll go look elsewhere."

To be honest, these cotton coupons are really not cheap. They are more expensive than two kilograms of food stamps. Don’t forget, these cotton coupons are just a stepping stone. You still need money to buy cotton.

Moreover, cotton is very expensive, even more expensive than meat. This is no joke.

Five kilograms of cotton coupons are a drop in the bucket for Fangyuan. If one person has ten kilograms of cotton, fifteen people would be worth one hundred and fifty kilograms.

These five kilograms are only equivalent to one-thirtieth of what is needed for a square circle, which is far from enough.

"Hey! Fangyuan."

Just as Fangyuan was looking at the stalls one by one, he heard someone calling him.

Fangyuan quickly looked over and saw an acquaintance. He waved his hand and said, "Old Xu."

"What have you been doing these days? Why haven't you come over yet?" Lao Xu asked after Fangyuan came over.

"There's something going on these days."

"I'm telling you." Lao Xu nodded and asked, "Why are you here today..."

"Collect votes."

"Collecting tickets? Here, take a look at my tickets and tell me what you want."

"Food stamps, cotton stamps and cloth stamps."

"Uh!" Lao Xu was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "I have food stamps and some cloth stamps, but not cotton stamps."

"Okay! Give me the food stamps and cloth stamps, and help me find cotton stamps."

"Well! I'll ask later! If there's anyone selling cotton coupons, I'll keep them for you."

"Okay." Fang Yuan nodded.

Then Fangyuan took the food stamps and cloth stamps from Lao Xu's hand to make clothes and quilts, but they all needed cloth. Just cotton without cloth was useless.

"By the way, Lao Xu, I may have to stay here for a while. Please help me keep an eye on it during this time."

"good."

Fangyuan still had to collect tickets, so he chatted with Lao Xu for a few words and then left.

Not only Fangyuan left, but also Lao Xu, because it was already noon. Fangyuan walked around a few more stalls and left the market.

Although there are still many people in the market, Reader Fangyuan is hungry. He wants to eat something first, sell a bicycle in the afternoon, and collect tickets.

The price of 181 kilograms is indeed not easy to get. Except for some large households, those small households don't have much in their hands, so they are not willing to sell it to him.

This is better, because he only collects money from large households, and those small households don't have many tickets, so he only collects them once, which also wastes his time.

There is a restaurant next to the department store, and it seems to be quite large. Fangyuan originally thought that this was a high-priced restaurant, but after entering, he discovered that it was not the case. This was also a place where you could pay with tickets.

This doesn't matter to Fangyuan. Not only is he not short of money, he is also not short of tickets. It can be said that collecting money and tickets is the same to him.

"What do you want to eat?" Fangyuan came to the counter and a ticket clerk asked.

"What's there to eat?" Fangyuan asked.

There is no way, unlike later generations, there is a menu or something, now there is nothing, you have to either order directly or ask what to eat.

Of course, even in later generations, when eating in some towns and villages, there is still no menu. You just look at the dishes and cook what you order.

“There are noodles, stir-fried vegetables, and special mutton steamed buns.”

"Then bring me a mutton steamed bun, a big one."
To be continued...