"Do you want two more editions? This one is more expensive?" the staff at the counter asked.
"I want it, I want both editions. How much does it cost?"
"..."
Holding the big advantage, Zhang Yu excitedly paid for the stamps and took them home.
Even though I knew in my heart that this edition of stamps was sold so expensively in later generations, one was because it was the wrong edition, and the other was because it was improperly preserved and few were passed down to later generations. After all, things are rare and valuable.
But it couldn't stop him from being happy. The mentality of taking advantage of it made him happy for several days.
What's more, if the stamps are kept in his hand, it's not up to him to decide whether they have them or not, and whether they should be released or not.
He updated his wish. After the reform and opening up, he might not do any business in the future. He knew how much he weighed and he was not a businessman at all.
Rather than doing business, he wants to save more money from now on. If he has any, he can buy some paintings, calligraphy, porcelain, jade, jade, etc. to leave to future generations.
When the policy allows private transactions of courtyard houses, he will have to buy two or three units, waiting for appreciation and demolition, to satisfy his desire to be the demolition household and the landlord.
After the opening up, what he wanted to do most was to rent some land in the suburbs of Beijing, build a small manor, grow some green vegetables and fruits, raise some animals, and become self-sufficient.
You don’t have to worry about spraying pesticides or feeding fattening drugs, it’s a beautiful life just thinking about it.
Of course, the premise of beauty is to have a certain economic foundation and have no worries.
In the past few days, he was planning to wander around, taking out some sausages, bacon, etc. for various reasons, hoping to give something to his parents' comrades who were mailing things.
Thinking of this, I found that I forgot to sign in yesterday, which was a waste.
"The system starts signing in today."
"Ding, the sign-in was successful. Congratulations to the host for receiving two yuan in cash and two pieces of 50-year-old ginseng."
"Ginseng!" Zhang Yu exclaimed. The system was so generous today. He signed in two 50-year-old ginseng. He was of greater use than exchanging money.
It so happened that my sister-in-law and uncle both came from that war-torn era, so it was inevitable that their bodies would suffer a lot. Ginseng has the functions of tonifying vitality, rejuvenating the pulse and strengthening the pulse, nourishing the spleen and lungs, producing body fluids and nourishing the blood, calming the mind and improving the intelligence, so it is suitable for this.
Restore your body.
He was going to use it to brew ginseng wine. When the wine was brewed, he would let his sister-in-law and uncle drink it every two days. It would always be good for the body.
I also want to send some to my parents’ comrades. As soldiers, their bodies have suffered even more.
For this reason, he specially found an old Chinese medicine doctor to find a formula and put a lot of medicinal materials into it.
Zhang Guifang knew that Zhang Yu wanted to send something to her brother-in-law's comrades and agreed very much. Comradeship is comradeship, and taking care of the younger generations of comrades is a person's wish, but these things come and go.
Zhang Guifang is very happy that Zhang Yu understands how to manage this relationship, and thinks that he has grown up and has the eyes of an adult.
Zhang Guifang has a good skill in making sauce. Every time a neighbor makes sauce, she would ask Zhang Guifang to give guidance.
Some time ago, she took advantage of the hot weather before summer, which makes it easier for miso to ferment. She made a jar of miso, but she hasn't eaten it yet.
In order to make the most delicious sauce, I also deliberately found the remaining meat stamps from this month, borrowed a lot from neighbors and colleagues, and asked someone to help save the meat, making seven or eight kilograms at one time.
I found dried mushrooms in Zhang Yu's kitchen, soaked the mushrooms, cut them into small dices, cut the ginger and garlic into fine pieces, and minced the meat.
Then pour in the oil, wait until the oil is 50% hot, add the minced meat, mash it with a spatula, stir-fry until the oil bubbles, then add the mushrooms, fry the mushrooms dry, add the ginger and garlic, and stir-fry
After a while, turn to low heat and stir-fry for a while until all the water is dried up. Add salt, peppercorns and some other seasonings, stir-fry evenly, and serve.
After the mushroom meat sauce has cooled down, pour it into the prepared canning jar, close the lid and seal it.
In order to collect these cans and bottles, my sister-in-law was rare and willing to take out the cans in her collection, and the whole family was very happy.
After the mushroom ragu is ready, put a few bottles in each package and stuff it into straw to prevent it from breaking.
While sending something, something the postman said made him a little strange.
"Come to send something?"
"Well, Brother Li, I'm here to send something. My father and mother's comrades knew that I was injured and sent me a lot of things. I thought I had to report that I was safe." I told the neighbor who had his package that day.
, Zhang Yu replied with a smile.
"It's time to check that everything is safe. Have your things been packed? According to regulations, you need to check."
"It's packed. Brother Li, check it out. The contents are almost the same."
The two were chatting while checking what they wanted to send. At this moment, a young man came to pick up the package. Li Sheng looked for it for him first, and the man signed it and left.
I don't know why, but looking at the way he walks, Zhang Yu always feels a little awkward.
"You have to send a lot!" Li Sheng looked at the pile of things and couldn't help but sigh.
"This is not more than what was sent, and I can't be stingy, right?"
"That's true, I saw you brought a lot of things back that day. Speaking of which, you receive much more mail than the average person. You used to receive a package every month." Li Sheng suddenly stopped talking.
The packages I received before were because Zhang Yu’s parents were still alive and serving as soldiers outside, so they sent him packages every month. Now that he was talking about this, wasn’t he talking about Zhang Yu’s pain?
"Xiaoyu, look at my brother's mouth. He can't speak at all. Don't mind." Li Sheng slapped his mouth and apologized.
"It's okay, Brother Li, it's over." It might be because he traveled through time, or it might be because he didn't grow up with his parents.
It was not that he had no feelings for his parents. He was indeed very sad when his parents died, but that sadness was a bit hollow.
"What were you talking about just now? Oh, by the way, did you see the comrade who came just now?" Li Sheng thought about how to change the topic.
"I saw it, what's the problem?" I don't know why? Zhang Yu always felt that something was wrong with that person.
"Let me tell you, he will receive a package and a sum of money on the 13th of every month. But the address of the person who mails the package and money is different every time. Several times, the more I look at it, the weirder it gets.
I reported it to the director, but nothing was found. The director even said that I was overthinking it." Li Sheng scratched his head, a little confused.
Zhang Yu felt even more strange. One person felt strange because of himself, but both of them felt strange. He patted his head. Could it be that he was really overthinking it?
"No, the way you walked just now was wrong." Zhang Yu suddenly realized when he saw Li Shengyou put his head down.
