Chapter 141 No mobile phone, no computer, no books to read
When no one was paying attention, she fished out a backpack from the space. This was one of the few given by Liu Qingshan.
Everyone else was wearing hats, and she also took a scarf to wrap her head and face.
Everyone was carrying backpacks and walking slowly into the alley one by one. No one talked to anyone. Some of them were obviously acquaintances and they spoke in low voices.
On a dusty street along the river, there are stalls one after another under the street lights. Each person places a piece of cloth in front of him and a backpack behind him.
Liang Xiaonan looked at the things on the cloth and was very surprised. Some of them had rouge, eyebrow pencil, and even lipstick in front of them. It seemed that she had never seen these cosmetics in the supply and marketing cooperative, except for cream.
There were some fabrics placed in front of some stalls. They were not the printed and dyed fabrics she wore, but woven fabrics. There were not many on the stalls, just small samples.
Some also keep a book, which makes them bolder. Nowadays, books are not popular and private transactions are prohibited.
She walked around a lot and found that many things could be bought at supply and marketing cooperatives, but transactions here were relatively free, and you could buy more if you had money. The price was set by both parties, and there was no fixed guide price.
"Is there any garlic?"
Several people carrying backpacks saw that Liang Xiaonan was a new face and asked.
Liang Xiaonan shook her head. Since she came in, more than ten people have asked her if she has garlic. Is garlic in such short supply?
On the street, a man, wearing a blue overalls and a hat, was guarding a sewing machine. Next to him was a woman, holding a pair of large scissors, cutting clothes for people at the stall.
A young girl handed the clothes to the woman: "Help me make the trousers smaller and make the clothes waistline."
It seemed that women were used to it. He took a ruler and measured the young woman's measurements. With a quick movement, he made the trousers a little smaller and tightened the waistline of the top.
"5 cents."
"Three cents, your pants are not much smaller, I can't see the change."
"Comrade, you cannot wear pants with small hems, let alone change them. If you want to change them, you can only go so far."
The young woman said: "I came here to get money to buy something that satisfies me. You just need to use the money to make it smaller."
The woman still tried to persuade her: "If you make your trousers smaller now, your butt will look bigger, and your waistline will look bigger. These are not in compliance with the requirements when you wear them. Have you thought about it yourself?"
"If you think about it, you can change it."
The man took it and stepped on the sewing machine to sew the thread, then overlocked it, and it was done in a while.
Only now did Liang Xiaonan understand. No wonder everyone wore straight-leg pants with a large crotch, and their clothes were too baggy. It turned out that there were restrictions on trouser legs and waistlines.
Among the people who came with baskets on their backs, some were carrying grains and some were carrying vegetables. Everyone's transaction method was basically to exchange things for things, and some of them used money.
This is a semi-open black market. Everyone knows about it, but they don’t dare to make it too public. The county probably knows about it too, but they don’t resist it strongly.
Liang Xiaonan didn't have much time to look at things like lipstick and rouge and gouache. She was more interested in books.
Since coming to Blue Star, if she hadn't been raising fish, growing potatoes, and being so busy, she would have gone crazy.
She doesn’t have a TV or computer, let alone a mobile phone! Thinking about her previous life, she couldn’t live without her mobile phone for even a minute. She used her mobile phone to read news, use her mobile phone for social platforms, use her mobile phone for shopping, use Alipay and WeChat, and even for her health
Codes and itinerary codes are all done using mobile phones.
It’s hard to move around without a mobile phone.
Now, what is a mobile phone?
There is simply no electricity in Dakeng Village.
What’s even worse is that there are no books either!
Blue Star is not the earth, but many of its activity trajectories are very similar to the earth, with a similarity of more than 80%. Now I don’t study or study, there are no books, and there are no bookstores. I am really mentally empty and bored!
She had to go find out how to exchange books.
He walked to the bookstall, pointed at the book like others did, and said, "Take it and take a look."
The stall owner is a tall and thick-set man, and he seems to have nothing to do with book culture.
"How much?"
"Let's see the goods first."
“They are all classics.”
"Look at the goods first."
The man put the books on the ground in his backpack and closed the stall. Finally, he met someone who wanted to read a book. He wanted to cherish it and catch it.
He picked up the basket and walked forward. Liang Xiaonan followed him and quickly walked around two streets. There was a man wearing a hat, glasses and a raincoat in the darkness on the side of the road. Liang Xiaonan almost laughed. In order to sell a book,
It's really like a trap.
The stall owner didn't say much. He pointed at the basket behind his glasses and asked Liang Xiaonan to take a look. He watched carefully at the intersection.
The glasses opened the basket. Liang Xiaonan looked at it and felt very excited. "Historical Records", "Book of the Later Han Dynasty", "Journey to the West", "The Romance of the Gods", "Shi Wu Pi", "Flowers in the Mirror"... and even "Jin Ping Mei".
It also contains a foreign fable. This kind of book is most suitable for Liang Xiaobei to read.
The books don't look too shabby and are relatively well preserved. There are no pirated copies in this era, they are all finely engraved editions.
"How to sell it?" Liang Xiaonan planned to buy it all.
Books are priceless treasures. Not surprisingly, these books will almost completely disappear in the next year or two, and will not resume printing until more than ten years later. However, during that time, the contents of many ancient books have already become "adapted" versions.
The glasses didn't hold much hope, and the girl in front of me was just a very young girl, and she didn't look like a rich person.
"Take whatever you want, it's only 10 yuan a copy." He was a little embarrassed himself. It cost 10 yuan a copy, which was really similar to robbing.
"There are a total of 20 books in the basket, and the price is 200 yuan." He said angrily, "No counter-offer."
"Old man, is 200 yuan too expensive?" She saw the back of the printed book. The prices were very low, basically a few cents.
Although the glasses made him look like a man in the suit, Liang Xiaonan could tell from his voice and his steps that he was middle-aged or older, 50 years old or older.
Glasses said: "Otherwise, you can exchange it with food. Alas, it seems you don't have food either."
"How to exchange food?"
"Do you have food?" There was surprise in the voice of the glasses, "If you have rice, 2 kilograms of rice can be exchanged for 1 book. For these, you can take 40 kilograms of rice. If you have soybeans, then 1 kilogram of soybeans can be exchanged for 1 book. These
Just give me 20 pounds of soybeans."
Although his glasses were always hidden in the shadows, his tone was full of desire and a hint of unruliness. Liang Xiaonan roughly guessed his identity. He was at least a literati who loved books.
"Old man, I have soybeans. Let me trade them with you." As soon as she finished speaking, she excitedly bent down and asked, "Do you have soybeans?"
"Well, old man, it shouldn't be that hard to buy soybeans in the city, right?"
"Is it not difficult to buy? You can't buy it at all. I can't get soybeans in the entire Cao Xiaoyuan County. My son is dying..." Yan Jing said excitedly, "The doctor told my son to eat soybeans, but I can't buy soybeans."
Liang Xiaonan opened the backpack and showed it to him: "I brought soybeans, please take a look."
I grabbed a handful of glasses, looked at the plump soybeans, excitedly pulled the scarf off my face, and covered my face in a panic.
Put a few in your mouth. Although the soybeans are raw, they are full of bean aroma and are sweet and refreshing.
He said excitedly: "Exchange, exchange, if you still have soybeans, I still have some good books over there, I'll give them to you in exchange."
While the two were talking, the strong man ran over from the street, picked up the basket, and said to the glasses: "Fifth Grandpa, hurry up, the patrol is coming."