"Don't you know that there's no winter in Guang Province? What's the use of bringing such a thick blanket over?”
"Ah!" "I don't know. I thought it would be like Beijing, where winter is very difficult to endure.”
"It's okay. I'll find a rag collector later and sell your quilt. After we report, I'll bring you to the supply and marketing cooperative here to buy a blanket.”
"Alright."
The two of them squeezed out of the crowd and out of the train station.
He found Zhi Qing's reporting point outside the train station. After registering his name, he left.
It wasn't as formal as it used to be. In the past, the people from the Zhiqing Point would hold a mobilization meeting for the Zhiqing.
Now, all he had to do was count the number of people.
Just make sure that everyone is here. The rest is to give you a certificate.
When they arrived at the village where they had cut the queue, they had to hand over the documents to the village secretary. The village secretary would then go to the village and link the grain and oil relations of Zhiqing to the village.
Zhiqing could go to the village to receive Zhiqing subsidies every month. Most places only received a subsidy of five yuan a month. Every year, they would also receive cloth coupons, oil coupons, soap coupons, and so on.
However, tickets depended on the place. Some places had more tickets, while others had less.
Every place was different.
However, no matter how many there were, a year's worth of cloth tickets wouldn't be enough for you to make a new piece of clothing. It would already be good if you could get one industrial ticket a year.
As for the hostage, don't even think about it.
It's already good enough that I can give it to you. You still dare to complain that it's not enough?
After walking out of the Zhiqing office, Liu Jun said to An Hui,"Let's go and find a place to sell your quilt.”
Liu Jun asked questions along the way and finally asked about the location of the waste collection station.
"Liu Jun, you can speak Cantonese?"
"There is a family in the chemical plant's staff compound that moved there from Guang Province. I often went to their house when I was young.”
"There's an old man in their family who doesn't speak Mandarin, so he asked me to learn Cantonese from him. As long as I learn from him, he'll give me candy. Of course, I'm willing to learn if there's candy to eat. I learned it after half a year.”
In fact, this was all Liu Jun's nonsense. There was indeed such an old man in the chemical plant staff compound, but he had never learned from him.
His Cantonese was actually learned from his ex-girlfriend. Liu Jun had lived with a girlfriend from Guangdong Province for three years.
Out of sentiment, Liu Jun taught his ex-girlfriend Wu Nong soft language, and she taught him Cantonese in turn.
The old man had passed away anyway, and the dead could not testify, so Liu Jun was allowed to spout nonsense.
"You learned so quickly because you wanted to eat candy?”An Hui teased.
"You don't know about this, do you? His candy wasn't the chicken droppings candy that we usually see. It was the White Rabbit Creamy Candy.”
"A big white rabbit?" An Hui subconsciously swallowed her saliva."I haven't eaten White Rabbit Creamy Candy before. What's the taste of Liu Jun's?”
At this time, White Rabbit Creamy Candy was a high-end product and was rarely seen in the supply and marketing cooperative.
Once there was stock, it would be intercepted by the insiders of the supply and marketing cooperative and divided up privately. There was rarely a chance to put it on the shelves.
Moreover, even if they could be seen on the shelves, few people would be willing to buy them.
"I don't know how to describe the taste. I'll go to the supply and marketing cooperative later to see if they sell it. If they do, I'll buy you a catty to satisfy your craving.”
"Yes!" An Hui nodded vigorously.
The two of them quickened their pace and it took them more than twenty minutes to reach the waste collection station.
"Tongzhi, let me ask, do you accept quilts here?”
"Yes, take it out and take a look."
The people from the waste collection station sized up Liu Jun and said casually.
"Then please help me see how much this quilt can be sold for.”
"Five yuan."
"It's a little too little. This is a good cotton quilt that weighs eight catties.”
"At this price, it's up to you whether you want to sell it or not. You still have to send this tattered quilt to other places. Don't you think about how much the shipping costs?”
"Alright, five yuan it is."
"Take it."
Three old bills were thrown at Liu Jun.
Fortunately, Liu Jun was quick and caught the money that was about to fall.
"Same! My sister and I are planning to buy some high school textbooks. Can you let us go in and look for them?”
Liu Jun pointed at the open-air warehouse of the waste collection station and said.
"Go, but don't have any bad ideas.”
"No, I won't."
"An Hui, let's go in."
The two of them walked into the courtyard and could see piles of junk inside.
There were copper, iron, and broken furniture, but most of them were old books and newspapers.
Very few of these old books and newspapers would be sent to the paper mill to be remade into paper pulp to make new paper.
Basically, they would be bought by the locals to paste the walls and windows.
"Let's split up and look for all the high school textbooks. If there are any exercise books, take them out.”
"You take the left, I'll take the right." An Hui replied.
"Alright."
Liu Jun bent down and started to look for his textbook in the pile of tattered newspapers.
He was only focused on looking for his textbook and had no other thoughts.
Many novels that traveled back in time would describe the protagonist going to the scrap collection station to pick up scraps. Liu Jun had always scoffed at such descriptions.
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