"It's true, food stamps across the country are too valuable."
"It's almost 15.1 pounds on the black market. Don't ask me how I know that."
"I came to Beijing to study, and my family wanted to exchange a few kilograms of national food stamps for me, but I tried many people but couldn't get it."
He Xujie and others commented repeatedly. This generation of college students are not the kind of little sunshine that will never touch the sunshine of future generations. Most of them come from ordinary families and are well aware of the difficulties of life.
In contrast, because Gao Fan was born in the factory director's house, his common sense of life is not as good as that of his roommates.
Among the group of people, only Wu Zixian did not say anything, just smiled and continued to do his homework. No one noticed that Wu Zixian's eyes were shining with a strange light.
Early the next morning, Gao Fan walked to the cafeteria with his rice bowl, and Wu Zixian chased him from behind.
"Lao Liu, Lao Liu." Wu Zixian shouted.
"Lao Ba, why are you so late?" Gao Fan responded casually.
There was a reason for what he said. His roommates in the dormitory had to go to class, so they got up early and went to eat. Gao Fan was the last to come out. He didn't have to go to class, so he could sleep in.
Wu Zixian went to eat very early every day. Today, he went to the cafeteria at the same time as Gao Fan. Gao Fan couldn't help but feel strange.
"Lao Liu, let me ask you something." Wu Zixian walked side by side with Gao Fan and said in a low voice.
"What's going on? Why is it so mysterious?"
"Can you exchange some of your national food stamps for me?"
"You want national food stamps?" Gao Fan was stunned, "Don't you have enough food in the ration?"
"No, I have enough rations." Wu Zixian said, and then added, "I exchanged rice stamps with fellow villagers for food stamps, and they all gave me two kilograms in exchange for one kilogram."
"Yeah, that's not bad." Gao Fan smiled, and then asked, "Then why do you want national food stamps?"
"I...I want to send some home." Wu Zixian said hesitantly. It was not appropriate to be secretive about asking for help, so he could only say it directly.
"Send it home?" Gao Fan was really surprised this time. When everyone went out to study, they always asked their families to send money and food stamps to the school. How could there be any reason to send food stamps home?
"Does your family have enough food?" Gao Fan asked.
Wu Zixian nodded and said: "My family is from a rural area. There is very little land in our place, and every household does not have enough food to eat. I want to send five kilograms of national food stamps back. In our place, one kilogram of national food stamps can be exchanged for five kilograms."
Baogu, five kilograms of food stamps is twenty-five kilograms, so my brother and sister can have a few full meals."
Gao Fan felt like there was a little bit of sand in his eyes. What the hell was going on? Looking at Wu Zixian's figure, which was as thin as a chicken, he said:
"We are all brothers in the same dormitory, how can you say whether to change or not? My aunt gave me 40 kilograms of national food stamps, and I actually brought some myself. Let's do this, I will give you 50 kilograms, and you will send them back.
, so that everyone in the family can have enough to eat.”
Wu Zixian shook his head and said: "Thank you, Liu. However, I'd better exchange it with you. I'll exchange it with you for face notes, or rice tickets, but I'll have to wait until next month. I'll take one pound and two
Do you think it’s okay to exchange two for one pound for you?”
"Why are you doing this?" Gao Fan said helplessly.
He could understand Wu Zixian's thoughts. As the so-called brothers in the same dormitory share an apple to eat or smoke a cigarette, it doesn't matter. But the purpose of Wu Zixian's exchange for national food stamps is to subsidize the family. If he gets a high salary for nothing,
Anything is inappropriate.
National food stamps are considered hard currency in this era. Calculated at 1.5 cents for a pound of national food stamps, five kilos is 75 cents. There is no reason for Gao Fan to give 75 cents to Wu Zixian for free. Even if he wanted to
Even if I give it away, Wu Zixian will not accept it. After all, this involves a self-esteem issue.
"Let's do this, Laoba. You can come to my place later to get ten kilograms of food stamps and send them home first. Since you want to write home, you might as well send more at once, right? As for getting face stamps or rice
The matter of ticket exchange will have to wait until next month anyway, we will discuss it then, what do you think?" Gao Fan said.
Wu Zixian said: "It would be best if you could lend me ten kilograms of food stamps. However, I must exchange them with you. In the next two months, I will give you all my rice stamps. You are also from the south, so I must
I’m not used to pasta either.”
"That's not necessary." Gao Fan said, "Actually, I'm quite used to eating pasta. Well, you'd better exchange your rice stamps with your fellow villagers for coarse grain stamps. It's quite cost-effective to exchange one pound for two pounds. The next two
Yue, just give me five kilograms of face notes every month."
"It's still six pounds...National food stamps are more valuable than Beijing food stamps." Wu Zixian insisted.
"I'm still taking advantage of you, so you're just lying to me, aren't you?" Gao Fan lowered his face and said.
Wu Zixian smiled and said quickly: "Okay, then exchange one pound for one pound, and I will take advantage of you. Lao Liu, you don't know, you can give me national food stamps in exchange, which will help me a lot."
.My brother and sister can eat better this year, and they may thank you more."
"Oh, Laoba..."
Gao Fan wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only reach out and pat Wu Zixian on the shoulder.
Wu Zixian became more relaxed. He smiled and said to Gao Fan: "I have to run to the cafeteria first, buy two steamed buns and then go to the classroom. You don't have to go to class, so just walk slowly."
With that said, he ran away in a hurry. As a child who grew up in the ravine, he always ran very fast.
Looking at Wu Zixian's back, Gao Fan felt very uncomfortable in his heart.
Five kilograms of national food stamps, calculated at the black market price, which is 75 cents, stumped Wu Zixian. He obviously couldn't afford the money to buy these food stamps from Gao Fan, so he could only promise to use his own ration.
Come and exchange with Gao Fan.
If it weren't for the fact that the food ration issued by the school is Beijing food stamps, which are useless after leaving Beijing, maybe Wu Zixian would have sent the food stamps home long ago, right?
The rice stamps that Wu Zixian used to exchange with Gao Fan were actually saved from his own mouth. He used his rice stamps to exchange for coarse grain stamps with girls, one pound for two pounds, which he used to fill his stomach and save money.
The tickets were exchanged for national food stamps and sent home. This kind of thing made Gao Fan feel more and more bitter the more he thought about it.
I am also a student at Peking University, someone who is regarded by everyone as the sweetheart of heaven, yet there are still people who have such a difficult life.
Thinking that he had invested in Chen Xingquan's business and optimistically estimated that the dividends alone would be hundreds of thousands a year, but his classmates couldn't even get out 75 cents. Gao Fan really felt that the world was too messy.
How about helping Wu Zixian yourself?
We can't let this kid from the ravine go hungry like this to save food stamps for his family.