I Wore It Back After 60 Years

Chapter 15 National Food Stamps with Oil
To Li Xiuhong's disappointment, the supply and marketing cooperative did not have candy bars.

"Xingxing, the supply and marketing agency doesn't have any sugar cubes, so let's go home and drink sugar water!" Li Xiuhong said to the salesperson, "I have half a catty of sugar tickets, and you weigh me half a catty of white sugar."

The salesperson's attitude was particularly attentive: "Four cents for half a catty of white sugar."

These days, those who have candy tickets in their hands are not ordinary people.

Li Xingxing looked shocked: "A pound of white sugar is eighty cents? It's more expensive than cloth!"

The sales clerk nodded and said, "Yes! Sugar is a precious thing, meat is not as expensive as it is, and peanut oil is only [-] cents."

"It's really expensive! It's really expensive!" Li Xingxing followed to inquire about other prices.

After buying all the things for her daughter, Li Xiuhong bought two kilograms of salt, ten boxes of matches, one kilogram of soy sauce, and one kilogram of vinegar for her family. She specially took out a salt jar and a bottle of soy sauce and vinegar.

The so-called soy sauce vinegar bottle is also made of a piece of bamboo, which has been smoked black.

Matches are two cents a box, soy sauce vinegar and salt are eight cents a pound, ridiculously cheap.

In the final settlement, it cost less than ten dollars!

Li Xiuhong took out a handful of scraps of banknotes.

Li Xingxing was shocked by the low price, and at the same time she knew that the old man left her with gold and silver!

The old man is wise and martial!
She is the richest woman of the contemporary age!

After leaving the supply and marketing cooperative, Li Xiuhong took her into the grain store, "Comrade, do you have rice and flour?"

The gentle middle-aged man with eyes raised his head, "There is a little, but most of them have been transferred to the city."

Li Xiuhong immediately handed over two small cloth bags and a food stamp, "Comrade, this is a national general grain stamp. You weigh me two catties of rice and three catties of flour."

"A total of five jins, rice is [-] jin, standard flour is [-] jin. Have you brought an oil bottle?"

Li Xingxing asked curiously, "Why do you need an oil bottle?"

"National food stamps carry oil." Li Xiuhong explained, and handed over a bamboo oil bottle.

The middle-aged man grabbed the small oil raisins hanging on the edge of the oil drum, poured a little oil into the oil bottle, and then filled them with rice noodles and weighed them. Two catties of rice and three catties of flour were just right.

Li Xiuhong put them into a bamboo basket one by one, and smiled at Li Xingxing: "Go home and ask your grandma to bake you scallion pancakes."

However, Li Xingxing thought of the boxes of hand-picked cakes in his own cold storage.

If you want to eat finger pancakes, add fried eggs, brush with spicy sauce, sweet noodle sauce, and add a Shuanghui Wangzhongwang!

Passing by the non-staple food store, Li Xiuhong took her daughter in and asked if there was any fruit.

Fruit, which means pastry.

Li Xingxing curiously looked at the walnut cakes, jiangmi strips and big hibiscus on the counter.

The number is very small, there are only three big hibiscus.

The fat and white middle-aged saleswoman's nostrils turned to the sky: "No, no! What kind of fruit do the villagers eat? I don't know that the fruit is made of grain and sugar? With the shortage of grain, who will make the fruit for you?"

Li Xingxing was very angry: "How do you speak? What service attitude?"

"That's what I said, why? Don't go into the store if you have the skills, the country people should go home and eat the bark and grass roots!" The fat salesman squinted at her, looking like you can do anything to me, so that people can see I can't wait to kill her!

Li Xiuhong frowned, "Xingxing, we won't buy it anymore."

Li Xingxing deeply remembered the appearance of the fat salesman, and chuckled: "Of course you don't need to buy it. Mother, I forgot to tell you that there are two packs of white rabbits in my box, which are much better than these shabby fruits."

Saying that, he took out a retro version of the white rabbit customized by the old man from his pocket.

The so-called retro version is actually the packaging modeled after the 50s.

Peeling off the candy wrapper in front of the fat salesman, Li Xingxing stuffed the candy into Li Xiuhong's mouth and said with a full smile, "Mother, is it sweet? Is it fragrant? I'll rush your daughter into the city tomorrow, and I'll buy it to honor you!"

(End of this chapter)