Wear to the age!I take the space to eat and drink spicy food

Chapter 18 This is also a craft
The toilet at the bus station smells bad, but no matter how smelly Jiangxue is, he has to go there.

Wearing three layers of masks couldn't block the smell, so Jiang Xue could only speed up the speed of changing clothes. Fortunately, the public toilets at the bus station have small cubicles, otherwise Jiang Xue would have to find another place to change.

After changing her clothes, she wrapped herself up tightly, and the gray turban covered her entire face with only a pair of eyes left. Jiang Xue confirmed that she would not reveal anything wrong, and she was satisfied.

Wearing the gray bulky cotton-padded jacket and trousers that she managed to find in the space, Jiang Xue went out from the toilet carrying a wicker basket.

The wicker basket is not small in size. It is often used as a hand basket for outdoor picnics in later generations, and it can hold a lot of things.

When collecting things in the space, Jiang Xue didn't care about anything, as long as it wasn't garbage, she collected it all at once, but she didn't expect to use it now.

She was carrying an empty basket, like the others, and put a black cloth on the basket. When she got to the back of the bus station, she found a tree and squatted under it. Packed things.

Inside the cloth bag were fifteen catties of rice, ten catties of white flour, and two bags of one catty brown sugar.

These are Jiang Xue's preliminary plans. Sugar is also a rare thing at this time. No matter whether it is brown sugar or white sugar, you have to ask for a sugar ticket, and you have to sort it out. Buy brown sugar with a red ticket, and buy white sugar with a white ticket.

Most people don’t issue sugar tickets, they have to be in jobs with important contributions, such as teachers and doctors, or miners who go to mines, or long-distance transport drivers.

When Jiang Xue was packing the rice, she saw brown sugar in bulk transparent bags in the supermarket, without any trademarks or strange things, so she simply took out two bags to test the water.

If you can't sell it and then throw it back to the space, it's a matter of convenience anyway.

Business in the black market is not necessarily very good, especially when every household has already bought grain at the beginning of the month.

Jiang Xue saw that others were opening one after another, and she herself was not interested. She was wondering if it was because she was dressed too rustically and she didn't look like she could have anything to sell, or when she had to take the initiative to strike up a conversation. A visitor has arrived.

"Is there any food?"

The person who came to ask questions had asked a few people before, but nothing was gained. When passing by the tree where Jiang Xue was squatting, she caught a glimpse of Jiang Xue holding her chin with one hand and holding the handle of the basket with the other. After thinking about it, she approached and asked. Such a sentence.

The lesbians look to be in their 30s, wearing Lenin suits, pushing a bicycle with a rolled up cloth bag pinned to the back of the frame, and a satchel hanging in front of the handlebar of the bicycle, a steelyard scale faintly protruding from the satchel tail.

From this point of view, the condition of the family is good, and it is the master who wants to buy things.

"Yes." Finally, a business came, how could Jiang Xue not do it.

Under the pressure of excitement, Jiang Xue stared at the person in front of her with her eyes, as if she was afraid that the person would slip away.

"Really?" Although the lesbian was happy, she quickly said, "I don't want dried sweet potatoes and cornmeal, but polished rice."

She asked several people, whether it was cornmeal, dried sweet potatoes, or sorghum rice, but she was going to take it home to feed her parents next month. Her parents liked to eat rice because they were not good at anything else.

Although the clothes worn by the country woman in front of her are not patched, she is dusty and rustic. Can she sell polished rice?

Polished rice?

Jiang Xue muttered in her heart, she really didn't understand the distinction of food grades at this time.

But it doesn't matter if you don't understand, Jiang Xue imitated the person who asked her yesterday, she took out a small handful of rice from her pocket.

This is also called proofing, first show the customer something, and if there is something interesting, the two of you can find a place to make a deal.

This rice is the bulk rice in the supermarket, there is nothing special about it, but in the eyes of the lesbian in front of him, it is eye-catching.

The rice in front of me is plump and translucent, and it is the best polished rice. Needless to say, it must be delicious when cooked.

Holding the little rice in Jiang Xue's hand, she asked excitedly, "Where did you come from?"

Jiang Xue looked up at her, closed her palms together, and said nothing.

The lesbian also reacted, and quickly squatted down in front of Jiang Xue, apologizing in a low voice: "Comrade, I'm sorry, I'm too excited, I just want to ask, how much good polished rice do you have?"

"How much do you want?" Jiang Xue asked back.

Just kidding, can I tell you that I have a space, it won't scare you to death.

Eh, that's not right, people at this time don't know what space is.

The lesbian froze for a moment, seemed to have calmed down, and said awkwardly, "This, this, I don't want much."

Although it was true that the salary had just been paid, things on the black market were already expensive, not to mention the priceless polished rice, and her monthly salary couldn't buy much.

Jiang Xue nodded: "This year's harvest is not good, so there is even less rice. This was sent by my relatives in the south. I don't have much, only about ten catties."

As soon as this lesbian heard it, she didn't want to miss it, no matter how expensive it was, she had to buy it, she bought as much as she could, and she didn't know if she would be lucky enough to meet her next time.

Her parents have been helping her take care of her children in the past few years. When she grows up, she takes care of her second child. Usually, the child eats the second child's share at the grandparents' house. From time to time, the parents even buy snacks and pastries for the child.

Usually forget it, it's almost Chinese New Year, how can she not be filial.

She reluctantly looked at the few grains of rice in her hand, thought for a while, and said, "Comrade, I didn't bring much money today. I just want five catties. How much is it?"

Jiang Xue didn't quote immediately, but asked first: "Are there any food stamps?"

When the lesbian heard this, she looked distressed: "Comrade, I don't have any extra food stamps. Look, if you don't need food stamps, can you sell me some? It doesn't matter if the money is higher."

The food stamps have to be saved for daily use. She only has 35 catties of food stamps a month, and her husband only has [-] catties.

Two days ago, I lent five catties of food stamps to my colleague, and then took five catties of rice flour to feed my second child.

"That's it." Jiang Xue's tone was vaguely regretful, but she muttered happily in her heart, it's just right that I don't have food stamps, and I need money now.

Although this rice is ordinary rice that sells for one yuan and twenty cents in the supermarket, it is already high-quality polished rice here, and Jiang Xue sold it according to the black market price he inquired about yesterday.

"Three yuan and sixty cents a catty." After saying that, Jiang Xue added: "If there are food stamps, I will charge you a little less. Two yuan and six cents a catty are eight taels of food stamps."

Are you sorry?Don't be ashamed, Jiang Xue muttered in her heart, she is a person who respects the rules of the market.

Everyone else is selling it at this price, so she can't sell it lower.

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