Four hundred and forty-four The letter received by Yi Zhonghai
"System, start signing in today."
"Ding, congratulations to the host, you signed in successfully today! You will get Daoxiang Village Beef Tongue Cake x10."
Zhang Yu blinked, looked at the extra beef tongue cake in the system space, and took out one out of curiosity.
I went up and smelled it, it smelled like salt and pepper.
Zhang Yu looked a little surprised. He had eaten pastries from Daoxiang Village before.
Some were obtained by signing in, and some were bought by my sister-in-law and others. I have never tried beef tongue pancakes.
It's not that he has never been exposed to it before. He has also heard of Daoxiang Village's beef tongue cake, and his sister-in-law has also bought it.
It’s just that I didn’t eat it due to various reasons.
This time I saw the real thing.
Zhang Yu took out one and tasted it. It tasted really good and lived up to the reputation of Daoxiang Village.
And compared to some sweet pastries, the salt-and-pepper ox tongue cake is more to his taste.
After eating half of the portion in one go, Zhang Yu stopped talking.
Looking at the beef tongue cake left in the system space, Zhang Yu wanted his sister-in-law and the others to try it.
I just looked at my watch and saw that it was getting late. At this time, not to mention Daoxiang Village, the pastries in other places were almost sold out.
Let's wait until tomorrow. Tomorrow he will get up early and queue up at the entrance of Daoxiang Village.
Early the next morning, Zhang Yu got up early, had a quick meal, and then ran to line up at the entrance of Daoxiang Village.
At first, he thought there would be a lot of people queuing up, but after passing by, he realized that there were not as many people as he thought.
After opening the door, it was his turn soon.
"Comrade, what do you want?" Zhang Yu was stunned for a moment by the salesperson's tone.
It's not that it's abnormal, it's that it's too normal, which makes him a little confused.
After getting used to the loud voices of salespeople in this era and the words "What do you want?", Zhang Yu felt a little uncomfortable for a while when he heard such polite words.
He was just about to scold himself for being a bitch, but in the next second, the price of the cakes dispelled all his discomfort.
It also made him feel that given the price, the salesperson's service attitude should be better.
Zhang Yu: "Please help me weigh two kilograms of hawthorn cakes, two kilograms of jujube cakes, and two kilograms of walnut cakes."
Hearing Zhang Yu's "generous gesture", several people behind him looked at him in surprise.
An old lady looked him over and asked enthusiastically: "Are you visiting relatives or something else? Why did you buy so much at once?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Yu's idea of buying more was instantly stopped.
He forgot that this is not the future. In the future, let alone buying 6 kilograms or 10 kilograms of cakes. Even if you buy 60 kilograms of cakes, as long as you can afford it, no one will say anything.
Feeling the eyes falling on him, Zhang Yu smiled slightly and explained: "My relatives are coming from my hometown and I want to buy them some specialties from our capital city and bring them back."
As soon as these words came out, everyone showed expressions of sudden realization.
"Oh, let me tell you, why did you buy so many pastries?"
The old lady pointed to the walnut cake on the counter and said, "This is delicious. I came here to buy it today."
Finally, under the enthusiastic recommendation of the old lady, Zhang Yu ordered two more pounds of walnut cake.
The salesperson smiled and wrapped all the pastries, and then said: "One catty of pastries costs 6 taels of food stamps. S catties of pastries total 4 catties of 8 taels of food stamps, and another 64 yuan is needed..."
As soon as the amount came out, Zhang Yu paused slightly as he took out the money, with some surprise on his face. Although it was his first time coming to Huacun, he had bought pastries from other places before, so they shouldn't be that expensive.
The saleswoman seemed to be used to Zhang Yu's reaction. She explained: "Comrade, these are high-end snacks you bought, and the price will be more expensive than ordinary pastries."
Hearing the words "high-end dim sum", Zhang Yu finally remembered it.
Because of the system, many of the daily necessities he uses now are obtained from the system, so he hasn't gone out to buy much for a long time.
He almost forgot that this was the early 1960s.
The impact of those three years is still there. The supply of food and various materials is insufficient, so the prices of many things have increased.
These include industrial items such as bicycles, as well as pastries and other items.
High-end dim sum is one of them.
I just didn't expect the price to be so ridiculously high.
You must know that in this era, everyone's monthly salary is only thirty or forty yuan, and some temporary workers or apprentices are even less than this.
Of course, prices in this era are also low.
5 yuan is enough for a person to live for a month.
A kilogram of dim sum in Daoxiang Village not only costs 6 taels of food stamps, but also costs as high as 8 yuan. Moreover, he just heard another salesperson help someone check out, and he realized that the 8 yuan pastry is already the cheapest, and there are 10 yuan next to it.
How many yuan or tens of yuan?
Hearing this price, Zhang Yu's heart twitched slightly even though he had no shortage of money.
The price is not much higher than that of later generations.
But can prices at this time be comparable to those in later generations?
No wonder everyone had that expression on their faces when they saw him buying those pastries just now.
But this money is nothing to Zhang Yu.
After paying the money and food stamps, he took the pastries and was about to turn around and leave when he saw another person standing in line next to him buying several pastries worth more than ten yuan or dozens of yuan per catty.
Zhang Yu looked at the other person without blinking, spent more than 300 yuan, and then got into the car carrying the pastries.
However, it did help Zhang Yu a lot.
Zhang Yu breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed that those envious or jealous eyes were moving away from him.
I heard the dissatisfied voice of a child coming from the car: "I don't want to eat such cakes, I don't want to eat such cakes! I want to eat cake, I want to eat cake!"
There was also the obvious sound of the pastry being knocked over and falling to the ground, and a soft female voice: "Okay, okay, don't eat the pastry, let's eat the cake, let's eat the cake, mom will take you to buy a cake now, this is delicious too,
Baby, would you like to have a taste? Just have a taste..."
However, the woman's gentle voice could not suppress the child at all.
The other person screamed loudly: "I don't want to eat these pastries, I want to eat cake, I want to eat cake!"
"Okay, okay, stop making trouble, let's go buy a cake."
"You bad woman, if you don't buy me a cake, I will tell my father to divorce you when I get back and get you out of my house..."
The woman in the car seemed to be used to hearing it, and her tone did not change at all: "Okay, okay, let's go buy cakes now, driver, drive!"
"Go buy a cake, go buy a cake! Go buy a cake!"
As the children cheered, the car window was opened a crack, and half a package of broken pastries was thrown out.
The pastry fell to the ground and also fell on everyone's hearts.
Seeing the car being driven away, Zhang Yu turned his head and looked at the envious and even jealous eyes of the people around him, and his heart froze.
He seemed to suddenly understand something?
No wonder there are those 10 years.
In addition to some unexplainable reasons, I'm afraid there are also reasons in this regard.
Human heart?
In this era when everyone doesn't have enough to eat, there are still some people who can live so well.
Many people usually don’t even dare to think about it. People can buy a lot of pastries that they don’t even want to buy. They can just throw them away because they don’t taste good...
If this were the case for anyone, it would be inevitable for him to feel a little unbalanced.
Even Zhang Yu knew that he was not short of money, and even the treasures in the space were converted into money that was no less than that of some capitalists, but when he saw the scene just now, he still felt a little subtle in his heart.
The old lady who was talking to Zhang Yu just now looked at the pastries that were thrown on the ground and crushed into mud by the wheels, and her face felt distressed.
"What a sin! What a sin! This is food, how can it be so wasted!"
The old lady walked over, picked up a few pastries that had not been crushed by the car, and blew the dust on the pastries distressedly.
"What a sin! Throwing away such a good pastry, eh..."
The jealous one looked at the car leaving and said angrily: "I don't need these things. Didn't you hear me shouting? I want cakes, but I don't like these pastries at all!"
Another person gritted his teeth and said: "If you ask me, these capitalists should be defeated..."
"That's right, why can they enjoy the popular food and drink spicy food there, but we can't even have enough to eat? They must have taken all the food."
Several malicious voices sounded.
Zhang Yu looked up and saw that, except for those who had particularly strong reactions and whose eyes were filled with jealousy, some others did not speak, but it was obvious that their expressions were not very good either.
Seeing the indignation of everyone present, Zhang Yu didn't know what expression to make for a moment.
I can only say that some people deserve the fate they ended up with!
It's just a pity for other people who are dedicated to good deeds.
Suddenly someone suggested: "How about we write a letter to xx and defeat these capitalists who are greedy for wealth and have no mercy."
"Okay, okay, add me!"
Seeing these people mingling together, Zhang Yu shook his head slightly and quietly left the crowd.
After leaving the crowd, he put most of the pastries he was carrying into the space, leaving only one pack in his hand.
He originally wanted to buy something else, but was disturbed by the scene just now.
I really don’t feel that way anymore.
After thinking about it, I might as well forget it and go another day when I have time.
"Zhang Yu!"
A familiar voice sounded behind him, and Zhang Yu stopped involuntarily and turned around quickly.
Under the sunshine, Wang Rui's figure looked particularly friendly.
His smile was as bright as ever, and he was striding towards him.
"Wang Rui!" A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Yu's eyes, and there was a hint of joy in his voice unconsciously.
Since the college entrance examination ended, the two people's life trajectories seemed to have quietly diverged. They were busy with different things and never saw each other again.
When they walked up to each other, they looked at each other and smiled, and the tacit understanding and friendship were instantly rekindled.
Wang Rui patted Zhang Yu's shoulder lightly, and asked with a bit of blame but full of concern: "Zhang Yu, where have you been recently? I went to your house twice to look for you, and each time
You're not here yet, the uncle who lives in the same hospital with you said that you went to visit relatives."
Hearing this, Zhang Yu smiled even more and explained: "Hahaha, I'm worrying you. I went to the Northeast to visit my grandma and them. The old man missed me, so he stayed for a while."
"No wonder, let me tell you, you weren't home twice after I looked for you. I was worried that something had happened to you."
When Wang Rui heard this, he showed a relieved expression on his face, and then changed to a mysterious look, "But having said that, I really have something to do with you this time."
Zhang Yu's curiosity was aroused. He blinked and asked, "What's the matter? Tell me."
Wang Rui looked around and made sure there was no one around, then whispered: "The person you asked me to help keep an eye on before, I met him when I went to the post office to send something for my father that day. He took out a piece of paper from the post office.
It’s a small package. Tell the people next to you that it’s from a relative.”
"Who?" Zhang Yu didn't react for a while.
"That's the one named Jia Dongxu."
Zhang Yu: "Oh, you are talking about him, what happened to him?"
Wang Rui would have almost forgotten Zhang Yu if he didn't mention it.
Because of Wang Rui's physical condition, Zhang Yu casually asked him to help look after the Jia family.
The reason why he forgot was because he was afraid of delaying Wang Rui's own affairs at that time, so he specifically emphasized that there was no need to keep an eye on the Jia family. If he accidentally bumped into it one day, he should take a second look.
If it is, forget it if you can't touch it.
Zhang Yu had just discovered Wang Rui's physique at that time, and he just had the idea of making two shots with or without dates.
I didn't expect it to be really useful.
However, Jia Dongxu went to the post office to return a large package and return relatives. Why didn't he remember any other relatives in the Jia family, let alone the relatives who sent him a large package of things?
No, it's not so absolute.
Jia Dongxu's father does have several nephews.
But a few years ago, things went wrong because of work.
Besides, where do the Jia family’s relatives come from?
Wang Rui seemed to have thought of something, and said with some pride: "Not only did I see Jia Dongxu go get something that day, but I also saw the senior man in their courtyard receive a letter."
Ever since his deskmate asked him to do something, he had inquired about Jia Dongxu and his family's affairs in detail.
After learning about the things that happened in Jia Dongxu's courtyard, in addition to being eye-opening and sighing that I had learned a lot, I also remembered the "celebrities" in their courtyard.
It was a coincidence that day. His father was busy and couldn't spare time, so he asked him to help send a letter to his friend.
He was standing at the counter writing an address when Jia Dongxu walked in. He deliberately slowed down his writing speed just to see what Jia Dongxu was here for.
Wang Rui: "It's a pity that Jia Dongxu left so fast. I didn't even see where the package was sent from."
Zhang Yu shook his head and comforted: "It doesn't matter. Besides, it's not an important thing."
Zhang Yu was a little curious about who sent the package to Jia Dongxu, but he didn't care much.
"But although I didn't see where Jia Dongxu's package was sent from, I did see that the letter taken by the uncle in their courtyard was sent from Baoding."
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Yu seemed to have thought of something.
"Sent from Baoding?"
Wang Rui nodded: "Yes, it was sent from Baoding. I also asked an acquaintance to help me find out. That gentleman basically sends letters from Baoding every month."
Zhang Yu blinked. The familiar place name Baoding reminded him of that person.
