1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 6

The food in the canteen of School D of the district committee is good, but unfortunately it is a bit expensive.

Lin Weimin thought as he nibbled on the white flour steamed bun in his hand.

After staying in the country for a year, the sense of crisis about eating has penetrated into his bone marrow.He didn't eat a few meals of rice and white noodles in a year in the country, and he suddenly had a meal full of fine grains, and he felt a little guilty in his heart.

His grandma's, what a scumbag!

Lin Weimin scolded himself.

I thought about it when I couldn't eat it before, but now I start to worry when I eat it.

He concluded that there is still no money to make trouble!

The cafeteria was noisy, not only the students of the literature workshop, but also the staff, cadres and cadres who came to study in D school.

Lin Weimin ate all the food in the aluminum lunch box and almost licked the dishes. When he went to wash the lunch box, he saw a middle-aged man with the appearance of a cadre pouring the leftovers into the slop bucket next to the sink. He frowned.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

In the 80s, most farmers across the country had just had enough to eat, but some people were already pursuing a higher realm than having enough to eat.

After eating, some students wandered around in school D in twos and threes, and some returned to the dormitory.

Lin Weimin turned into a dormitory chuanzi, chatting with people everywhere, and didn't come back until after seven o'clock in the evening.

At this time, there was no movement in the dormitory, Jiao Yundian was reading at his desk, Guo Yudao was reading, and Huang Zonghan disappeared like him.

Seeing the hard work of the two 50-[-]-year-old uncles, Lin Weimin couldn't help feeling a little ashamed, but this feeling was fleeting.

People are different from each other. Like most of the students in the workshop, the two uncles have official status. Jiao Yundian is a cadre of the Xishan County Cultural Bureau, Guo Yudao is a member of the creative team of the cultural center, including Huang Zonghan who is hanging out outside, and he is also an editor. birth.

These people have suffered in the past, but now they are doing well.

Some people are considered cadres, and some may not even be considered officials, but anyway, they all rely on writing for a living. They not only have wages and manuscript fees, but also subsidies from government agencies. Compared with Lin Weimin's current conditions, Not bad at all.

He has long since seen through the year of time travel. What is time travel or not? Times make heroes, not heroes make times.

In the countryside of Longjiang Province at this time, even if you have great abilities, it is difficult to use them.

After finally jumping out of the corner, it is still the right thing to study and solve the living conditions.

Lin Weimin touched his pocket. Of the 280 yuan, 120 yuan was the manuscript fee he earned from writing novels, and the remaining 160 yuan was the money he had saved in four years in the countryside.

In four years, I saved 160 yuan, which really made the listeners cry.

With this little money, even if you buy the "Gengshen Monkey Ticket" that was just released this year, you can't buy a few editions.

The collecting hobby of philately started in the 50s in China, and the Gengshen monkey stamps did not attract the attention of many domestic philatelists in the year when they were issued.

It wasn't until it was reported that the postal department planned to issue a set of stamps of the twelve zodiac signs that the Gengshen monkey stamps became popular in the philatelic market.

After all, there are twelve stamps of the Chinese zodiac, and a set of monkey stamps for the zodiac in 12 years. The name alone is very valuable for collection.

In the next few years, because many people did not see the value of the monkey stamps when they were issued, they were directly used for mailing letters, so that the stock of Gengshen monkey stamps was much less than that of other zodiac stamps, and the value remained high. .

At the most expensive time, the market price of a single monkey ticket was as high as 6000 yuan.

For those who traveled to the 80s, if they didn't buy a few versions of monkey tickets, they would feel sorry for traveling this time.

Lin Weimin made up his mind to go out for a stroll tomorrow, first to go to the post office to search for monkey tickets.

Although it will be many years before this thing really sells for a sky-high price, but after all, it has been increasing in value, which can be regarded as a guarantee.

Silent all night.

After dinner the next morning, Lin Weimin asked the elders in the dormitory for their opinions. Several of them wanted to go to Tiananmen Square. During the event, he dragged Qu Xiaowei who was from Yanjing.

"Which Yanjing is the busiest right now?" Lin Weimin asked.

"Xidan."

"Then let's go to Xidan."

The purpose of his going out today is mainly to get familiar with the environment in Yanjing City, and to find business opportunities to make a fortune. As for buying monkey tickets, it is to beat rabbits with grass.

There are few buses these days, and the departure time is very long, so the two of them came out early.

When the bus passed the intersection of Chang'an Avenue in Dongdan, bicycles came and went on the street. It has been almost a few years since the prototype of the bicycle army.

Now the cheapest bicycle seems to be 120 yuan, and you must have a bicycle ticket. When you have more money in hand, you must get one. Otherwise, you have to take the bus to go everywhere. It is too inconvenient to wait for a long time. Lin Weimin thought to himself.

In the 30s and [-]s, shopping malls appeared on Xidan Street. In the following years, shopping malls such as Fude, Yide, Huide, Houde, Fushou, and temporary shopping malls appeared. After the founding of the People’s Republic of China, public-private partnerships became It became the Xidan shopping mall in the mouth of the common people in Yanjing.

When he arrived at the Xidan shopping mall, Lin Weimin wandered from counter to counter, regardless of whether he wanted to buy or not.

Qu Xiaowei wondered, "Wei Min, didn't you say you want to buy something?"

"I'm here to see the excitement, and we'll go shopping later."

The two wandered around the mall, the attitude of the salesperson was not bad, Lin Weimin asked whether to buy it, and didn't raise two eyes, well, the quality of the salesperson in the county was much higher.

After shopping for about an hour, Lin Weimin had a general understanding of the prices here, so he took Qu Xiaowei out of the mall and asked him where there was a post office. Qu Xiaowei took Lin Weimin to the nearest post office.

"Comrade, do you have the Gengshen monkey ticket that was just issued this year?"

"It's sold out."

"Ah, gone?"

"Yes, do you want to see anything else?"

"No thanks."

Lin Weimin left the post office disappointed, he looked up at the sky.

It shouldn't be, is this stuff so popular now?
"For the sake of the people, do you want to buy Gengshen monkey tickets?" Qu Xiaowei asked.

"En." Lin Weimin replied depressedly.

"Their post offices all have quotas, maybe other post offices have quotas?"

Lin Weimin was right when he thought about it. The circulation of the 80 version of monkey tickets is still relatively large, and it is impossible to buy them less than a year after they came out.

Qu Xiaowei took him to another post office, and this time there were finally, not many, just one page, and there were some scattered ones left.

Lin Weimin rounded up a set of monkey tickets with a face value of eight cents. There were [-] monkey tickets in the first set, six yuan and forty cents, and the total cost was nine yuan.

"For the people, do you need to buy so many stamps?" Qu Xiaowei was puzzled.

"Who buys a full page of stamps? I'm collecting stamps."

"Philately?"

Qu Xiaowei looked at Lin Weimin's tattered clothes, and was deeply suspicious of it.

Lin Weimin said to him in a tone similar to that of a magic stick: "Brother Xin, buy some if you have money."

Qu Xiaowei curled his lips, "Why should I buy that thing? With that money, I can buy a few books, okay?"

Lin Weimin didn't try to persuade him any more, he just wanted to see the expression of his grandson who was about to cry and full of remorse after a few years.

(End of this chapter)