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Chapter 28
Zhou Wu didn’t care much about his brother’s reaction, but instead described it vividly.
Slug also felt longing after hearing this.
Zhou Wu: “After using half a can of soybean oil, I didn’t taste any fishy smell of crab at all… Anyway, it was delicious. But my aunt said that this amount of crab oil is only enough for a few meals. We are out of soybean oil at home, so we have to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some.”
“The supply and marketing cooperative is out of soybean oil.”
“How do you know?”
“My mother said that yesterday, and she also said that soybean oil is hard to buy now.”
Zhou Wu immediately said to Zhou Jun in front of him: “Brother! The supply and marketing cooperative is out of soybean oil, and my aunt will definitely not be home at noon! Let’s go to the cafeteria!”
Zhou Jun paused, handed Xiao Yong to Zhou Wen, and said, “You go to the cafeteria to get food first. I’ll go home to check.”
Zhou Wen nodded, agreeing.
I really had lunch in the cafeteria.
Zhou Wu sipped the watery soup and felt a little listless.
Slug: “What’s wrong, Brother Wu? You don’t want to eat it? If you don’t want to eat it, give it to me!”
Zhou Wu quickly used his hand to block it, “You must be joking, who doesn’t want to eat? I’ll eat it!”
After eating, Zhou Wu sighed: “Auntie is willing to put oil and sugar in it.”
“Your stepmother puts sugar in her cooking?”
“Yes, the fruit candies melted in the porridge, and they have a sweet taste. Auntie also gave each of us a bowl of malted milk every night, saying it is good for our health.”
Slug: “Ah, then your stepmother is better than my real mother.”
Slug wanted to cry but had no tears. “The last time I ate malted milk was last month. There is no malted milk at home. My mother said there is famine in my hometown, so we have to save money and send it back. There is no money to buy malted milk anymore.”
“Ah… my aunt’s grandfather from her mother’s side is very capable, so we also eat good food. I will definitely be nice to my aunt and her grandfather in the future!” Zhou Wu said in a sonorous and powerful voice.
In the city, in the mall.
Qiao Yu went shopping again. When she saw cotton, she bought it without hesitation.
There were only three pounds of soybean oil in the mall, and she bought all three pounds. Seeing that there was nothing else, she thought of going to the black market.
She asked a stranger who was kind and easy to talk to, “Auntie, my children are really hungry. I want to ask you where I can exchange things nearby, no matter how expensive the things are…”
Upon hearing this, I understood Qiao Yu’s thoughts.
There was no overt crackdown on the black market across the country. After all, it was a famine and ordinary people had to survive.
The old lady showed Qiao Yu a way.
There was a person guarding the dark alley. When he saw her approaching, he asked, “Buy or sell?”
“purchase.”
“Sanmao.”
“…” Are the tickets so expensive? It’s a steal! It’s definitely a steal!
Qiao Yu still paid the money honestly.
She dares to be tough only in her own territory. In places like this where there are local tyrants, it is better to keep a low profile, do things according to other people’s rules, and avoid trouble.
There is nothing good on the black market, just dried seafood and some defective products that cannot be eaten. No tickets are required and the prices are not much higher than in the mall.
Who is Qiao Yu? A money-worshipping little expert.
She couldn’t stop herself from spending money, always feeling that these things were useful. Even if they weren’t, it was still twenty years before the 1980s, and by then the children would have grown up, so she had to buy these things, right?
At that time, when food was not in short supply, you definitely needed tickets for things! Even defective products needed a way to get them! It would be better to have some in stock now.
Two thermoses in my hands, enamel pots hanging on both sides of the backpack, soap, sandals, cloth…
Whatever you want.
Finally, she saw Fuqiang Fan.
Crying with joy.
This is the first time I see a rich and powerful fan after being here for so long!
Just as Qiao Yu was about to speak, the other party raised his hand and said, “Exchange it with meat.”
There are only about five pounds of Fuqiang flour, and you need to exchange it for two pounds of meat. It doesn’t matter what kind of meat it is, as long as there is meat.
According to the prices before the famine, flour cost 0.3 yuan per pound, so five pounds cost 1.5 yuan. Meat cost 0.8 yuan per pound, so two pounds cost 1.6 yuan. The exchange rate of Fuqiang flour and meat during the famine was similar.
I did suffer a bit of a loss, but he is a Fuqiang fan!
Although not as white as the flour in later generations, it was so delicate that Qiao Yu felt like he had been hungry for many years and finally saw meat. He was so impulsive that he forgot to think.
A lot of meat was copied in the space, so I exchanged it for wild rabbit meat.
Qiao Yu took out a skinned rabbit from the backpack and weighed it with a smile. This wild rabbit must have weighed more than two catties.
“What a coincidence, uncle! I just caught it today, it’s still fresh, so I wanted to exchange it for some food, but I didn’t expect to run into you here.”
The old man weighed it, hesitated, and scooped another pound of coarse grains for Qiao Yu, “I won’t take advantage of you.”
Qiao Yu did not ask the other party why he wanted to exchange meat, and the other party did not specifically ask Qiao Yu where the rabbit meat came from. After the transaction, they went their separate ways.
After putting the things in the space, she ran very fast, fearing that people from the black market would catch up with her.
The enamel basins hanging on both sides of the backpack made a clanging sound, attracting the attention of passers-by.
After running for an unknown amount of time, Qiao Yu finally found a secluded place and put all his things into the space.
I took out the cabbage from the black box and put five catties of Fuqiang flour in it. I found that there was no more room…
She also made way for a pound of coarse grains in the black box with the rice flour.
From now on you won’t have to worry about staple food and meat.
Qiao Yu went to the state-owned restaurant again.
It was afternoon and there was no one in the state-owned restaurant.
The receptionist glanced at Qiao Yu lazily and said, “It’s past midnight. We can’t entertain anyone.”
Qiao Yu opened the backpack, revealing two freshly skinned rabbits. “I’ll give you money and food coupons, and the chef will watch over these two rabbits. They’re freshly caught, and half of the rabbit meat will be the chef’s reward for his hard work.”
The receptionist’s eyes widened when he saw the two pieces of rabbit meat.
“Wait!”
After a while, the receptionist greeted her with a smile: “What do you want to eat? Is there anything you cannot eat?”
“I don’t have any dietary restrictions. I want to eat something spicy.”
“Okay. I’ll let the master make it for you.”
“Thank you, sis.”
She paid the ticket and sat down.
After a while, the double-pepper diced rabbit was out of the pot. The portion was enough for one person, but she put half in an aluminum lunch box and ate the other half on the spot.
When he met the front desk’s gaze, Qiao Yu explained, “I want to bring some back for the kids to try.”
…That’s strange.
It is to eat alone.
The black box has to make room for this pair of pepper rabbit shoes.
The receptionist sighed: “You look quite young, I didn’t expect you already have a child. How old is the child?”
Not only do they have children, but there are five of them, and the oldest one is eight years younger than them.
I just want to ask you if you are shocked?
Qiao Yu: “A child? Two years old.”
“From the production team? People in the production team get married early.”
Qiao Yu praised: “Sister, what’s wrong with your brain? You guessed this, you are amazing.”
The receptionist was also amused by her, “Okay, just eat quickly, I won’t disturb you anymore.”
“Yeah, okay, sis.”
After eating and drinking his fill, Qiao Yu set out on his journey home.
The children haven’t come back yet, Qiao Yu plans to make five kilograms of Fuqiang flour tomorrow to eat, so…
In the evening, I cooked corn, sweet potatoes and the remaining half of the shrimp again, without adding soybean oil. I made room in the black box to put the soybean oil in, and it won’t be too late to copy it out and eat it tomorrow.
I had lunch in the cafeteria and there was no oil, and there was no oil for dinner either.
But with malted milk, the children were still happy.
As usual, Qiao Yu talked with Zhou Jun.
At the beginning: “Zhou Jun, tomorrow I…”
“Aunt, should I take care of Xiaoyong? He and I are already familiar with each other.”
Qiao Yu burst into tears of gratitude, “Zhou Jun, I am so lucky to have you. Thank you for your hard work. I have decided to give you fifty cents a month for childcare!”
“No need, auntie.”
“What do you mean you don’t need it? Auntie pushed Xiaoyong to you to take care of him. Who knows what will happen outside! For the sake of Auntie’s reputation, Zhou Jun, you should accept him.”
“……good.”
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