In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

After weighing the pros and cons, Song Hongguo still agreed, but after discussing with Zhao Baoqing, she should not be too busy with medical consultations these days. Firstly, she hasn't prepared any necessary supplies, and secondly, she wants to wait for Hutou's illness to improve. Besides, although she felt that her medical skills were passable, the villagers might not all have confidence, so it was best to speak with facts.

After talking about the business, the people sat for a while, then got up and left. When Song Hongguo sent them away, Man Yuan still reluctantly turned around and asked Zhao Zhenhua with a pleading face, "Father, give me too Buy a radio, the programs on it are so nice, there are small speakers broadcasting every night, they can sing and tell stories, it’s very interesting..."

Zhao Zhenhua patted his forehead and sighed, "Your father, I still want one."

"Then you ask your father for it too."

"..."

Does he not want to?He dared not dare, his father would beat people, how can he hurt his child like this father?
"Grandpa..." Seeing his father confessing his love, Man Yuan took Zhao Baoqing's arm and acted coquettishly because of being favored, "Let's buy one too. With a radio, you can listen to the news every day. What's the big deal about it?" You can also know things in time, and you can still listen to model operas, so you can go home and listen to operas after a busy day, so you can relieve your fatigue."

I have to say that Man Yuan followed Zhao Zhenhua's mouth, he was too good at coaxing people, and it was the kind that only pokes the heart, letting you know that he wants something, but you can't bear to refuse it.

Zhao Zhenhua looked proud, and quietly gave his son a thumbs up.

Sure enough, Zhao Baoqing had no intention of buying it at first, but after hearing these words, he was shamefully tempted. Whoever said that news and model plays are his favorites, so he put down his old face and asked Song Hongguo, "The radio is easy to buy." No?"

Song Hongguo said casually, "It's easy to buy. You can buy it in department stores. The price ranges from fifty to one hundred. Imported ones are expensive, but they don't require industrial certificates. Domestic ones are cheaper. As long as you have enough industrial certificates, you can buy them anytime. The quality of the two is slightly different, but if you use it with care, the domestic one can last for decades.”

This is not her exaggeration. In later generations, she once saw someone in an old object collection group showing off the radio and flashlight that his parents bought when they got married in the 60s. , the appearance is very retro, but it does not affect the use. It was the first time she knew that my country could produce electric fans as early as the 80s, but it was discontinued later, and fans of various brands appeared one after another until the 40s.

Zhao Baoqing listened to her words, thought about it, and asked, "How many industrial coupons?"

Song Hongguo was really not sure, so she thought about it, "Maybe seven or eight. Uncle wants it? I can help make it up."

At this time, Zhao Zhenhua smiled and took the words, "Cousin, may I ask, how many industrial coupons can you issue in a month?"

Zhao Baoqing kicked him angrily, "You know it's presumptuous to ask?"

"Isn't that a polite word..."

"I think you are shameless."

"Have you ever buried your own son like this?"

"Hmph, Mai Tai? If you weren't my son, I would have scolded you until you were reincarnated."

"Isn't that second aunt's skill? When did you learn it?"

"roll……"

"Hahaha……"

Regardless of Zhao Zhenhua's black face, it was Zhao Qiuyue who laughed so hard that even Zhao Yulian's usually serious face softened a bit, and Man Yuan also covered her mouth, gloating at her own father's embarrassment.

Song Hongguo smiled and waited for the two of them to finish teasing, and then said, "I can have two tickets a month, but if uncle wants it now, I can find a friend to buy it first."

"Why are you so embarrassed?" Zhao Baoqing is not the kind of person who likes to take advantage of things. On the contrary, he is very afraid of being in debt. "I'm not in a hurry, and it's not something I need urgently. Just save it slowly and don't bother others."

Zhao Zhenhua also echoed a few words, as long as his father let go and agreed to buy it, thank God, it will be fine a few months later, after all, he has been waiting for so many years.

Seeing that the two of them were determined, Song Hongguo followed their wishes and said, "Okay, I'll listen to uncle." After saying that, she turned around and asked Zhao Yulian, "Does my second aunt want it? By the end of the year, the industrial certificate I issued Should be enough to buy two."

Zhao Yulian waved her hand and said without hesitation, "It doesn't cost that money."

Song Hongguo was not surprised when she refused, "Then Second Aunt has something you want to buy in the future, so let me know."

Hearing this, Zhao Yulian became serious, "Do you have a way to buy food?"

As soon as these words came out, even Zhao Baoqing had a solemn expression.

Song Hongguo smiled wryly, "If you want to buy cheap grain from the grain store, I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult. I heard that people in the commune have to queue up in the middle of the night at the beginning of each month to get it, especially the fine grain, which strictly controls the quantity. Usually when I go to buy, there are only some sweet potato noodles in the grain store..."

Zhao Yulian said, "I understand these things. The food in the grain store is not enough to supply the people in the city. I also asked someone about the black market. The coarse grain has been doubled. There is no market for this. I just want to ask, you Is there that kind of... no food stamps, but the price is not too outrageous?"

Zhao Baoqing followed up, "Anything twice as expensive will do."

Song Hongguo was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

Zhao Yulian's eyes lit up, and she asked three times, "Really? How much more expensive? Is it easy?"

Song Hongguo murmured, "Probably double the price, it's easy to get it down, but the quantity will definitely not be too much."

"How many?"

"One or two hundred catties."

Zhao Yulian gave her a complicated look, but didn't say a word. Isn't one or two hundred catties less?

Zhao Baoqing coughed a few times, "Well, Hongguo, do you need a favor?"

"Need not……"

"It's hard work, you can help me buy some, I will share it with your second aunt after I buy it."

"Okay, so what kind of one do you buy?"

"Coarse grains, sticks, beans, and sweet potatoes are all fine, we don't choose."

"Okay, if there is millet, I'll buy some too, that's more supportive."

"Okay, okay, sorry to trouble you..."

"Uncle said that, and I didn't say anything. When you and my second aunt helped me, I didn't say anything."

Zhao Baoqing smiled gratifiedly, "Okay, don't talk about those nonsense, I will ask your cousin to send you the money later."

"No hurry, let's settle the score after I buy it back."

"Also."

Knowing that she shouldn't be short of money, Zhao Baoqing didn't hold back, and solved several major issues at once, and hummed a pleasant tune when he went down the mountain.

Zhao Zhenhua teased, "Father is enjoying the blessings of his niece."

Isn't it just enjoying the blessings? I hired a doctor for the village, and it will be convenient to see a doctor in the future. There is hope for the hard-to-buy radio, and even food.

Zhao Baoqing glanced at him, and suddenly said, "You may enjoy more happiness than me."

Zhao Zhenhua was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean?"

With his hands behind his back, Zhao Baoqing didn't bother to pay attention to him, and walked briskly behind him.

Zhao Zhenhua grabbed Zhao Qiuyue, "What do you mean by what my father said just now?"

Zhao Qiuyue thought about it for a while, and said enviously, "Uncle probably wants to say that your relationship with your cousin is better, maybe you will get more credit in the future, he is jealous of you, don't say it, I It's going to be sour."

Zhao Zhenhua, "..."