According to the ratio of one to two between national and local food stamps, one catty of national food stamps could be exchanged for two catty of local food stamps.
The price of flour in Beijing was 1.6 cents per catty, but a bag of flour was basically 50 catties, which was 8.1 cents per bag.
This 5 catties of national white flour was equivalent to 10 catties of white flour in Beijing!
That was 1.6 yuan!
At three times, that would be 4.8 yuan!
It was the same for pork and oil.
Two catties of pork tickets from all over the country were exchanged for four catties of pork tickets from Beijing. The pork in Beijing was not cheap, and one catty was 80 cents!
These 4 pounds would cost a total of 3.2 yuan!
With three times the compensation, it was even more terrifying, reaching 9.6 yuan!
There were also two catties of oil. This was high-end vegetable oil, which was more expensive than peanut oil.
88 cents per catty!
After calculating, the national ticket was 3.52 yuan for the local ticket. The compensation of three times was 10.56 yuan!
"The total is 24.96 yuan. I'll find you a four-cent one, and you give me 25 yuan.”
Jia Dongxu's hands were shaking!
25 yuan, that was a whole 25 yuan. In this era, 5 yuan was enough to feed an adult for a month. Although there was no meat or flour, it could keep people alive.
It would take Jia Dongxu a year to save up 25 yuan.
If this was in the modern world, it would probably be equivalent to paying tens of thousands of yuan!
"I'll get it for you!"
Jia Dongxu let go of his mother's mouth. Jia Zhangshi immediately wailed. Her mouth hurt, and her heart ached. She glared at Chen Ze, who was smiling as he watched the energy surge.
Continue, the more you hate, the better!
After a while, Jia Dongxu took out 25 yuan and a few tickets from his house and handed them to Chen Ze. Chen Ze took a look and nodded. It was indeed the national food ticket that he had lost.
Jia Zhangshi was really stupid. To be honest, Chen Ze wouldn't have noticed if she had taken ordinary food stamps from the 49th city. However, if she had taken national food stamps, Chen Ze would definitely have noticed. There were only a few of them, and Chen Ze was saving them for when he went to Tianjin or Shanghai.
If you directly wipe them out, how can you not be discovered?
"Alright, teach your mother a lesson. You're already so old, but you shouldn't go to other people's houses to steal things!”
Lu Guofu listened to Chen Ze's instructions and did not pursue the matter. He turned around and left.
Seeing that there was nothing else to watch, everyone left. Chen Ze took the money and the electric fan and handed it to Grandpa Xu."Grandpa Xu, it's hot at night. Can I borrow you for the night?”
"That's great. You don't need it?”
"It's okay. I'll open the door to sleep at night. I'll watch if there's a thief at home. I won't beat her to death!”
Chen Ze shouted at the top of his voice, and the sound of a cup being smashed came from Jia Dongxu's house. Grandpa Xu ignored him and happily carried the electric fan home.
This thing was really something. It was made entirely of iron and weighed seven to eight pounds. The back of the fan was like a small bomb. It was oval in shape and had an electric motor inside. When it turned, it made a huge sound.
After returning to his room, Chen Ze took out the money from his clothes.
This was for the whole family, a total of 1204 yuan and 43 cents!
Now that he had added the 25 yuan, Chen Ze thought about it and took out a 5 yuan note and four 1 yuan notes. He put them in his pocket and locked the rest.
This was for daily use.
This month's martyrs 'allowance had already been given. According to the regulations, if there was no labor at home, the family of the martyrs could receive a subsidy of 5 yuan. The three martyrs in the family were 15 yuan. To be honest, it was enough for the mother and son.
Chen Ze did not have any special requirements for food. It was not that he did not have money or tickets. It was just that his mother refused to eat. Chen Ze made meat for his mother to nourish her body, but she refused to eat it. Naturally, her health deteriorated. Chen Ze also knew that his mother wanted to save up the money and leave it for Chen Ze.
As for Chen Ze, firstly, Chen Ze really ate a lot of delicacies. Even if he wanted to eat something good, what good did he think it would be?
Every month, he would eat a meal of braised pork at Dazhalan. This was considered to satisfy his craving. As for nutrition, Chen Ze did not know what was wrong with his body. In any case, he was slowly becoming stronger. In just one year, he could tear apart the Japanese. In another eight to ten years, Chen Ze would probably be able to compete with him when the American team came.
"Next, we have to wait for work…"
He was about to turn eighteen, and Chen Ze was going to enter the factory as a worker. In the 1960s, the status of workers was the highest. To a large extent, they were even more powerful than researchers.
Chen Ze was waiting for the arrangements on the street. With the identities of the three martyrs in his family, Chen Ze would definitely be given priority. Even if there were people going to the countryside, it would not be Chen Ze's turn.
Originally, Chen Ze's father had a job, but after his sacrifice, this position was replaced. Chen Ze's mother complained a few times without any results, and in the end, it was left unsettled.
However, the people on the street had already promised Chen Ze that they would arrange a job for him as long as he turned 18.
"Now…a new identity!"
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Clone System
[Owner: Chen Ze]
[Binding Range: Red Star Courtyard]
[Energy: 44%]
[Number of clones: 1/2]
[Clone 1: Lu Guofu (49 years old, Deputy Captain of the Red Star Rolling Mill Security Team)]
……
"Then come, second clone!”
In an instant, a second clone appeared. Chen Ze's eyes widened. This second clone was simply…
It was too awesome!
……
[Clone 2: Zhao Weiguo]
[Age: 58]
[Identity: Grade 8 Welder of Red Star Rolling Mill]
Life Experience: Odd
……
"Hiss, a Level 8 Welder!"
What was this? This was a king bomb!
First Uncle was also a Level-8, but he was a fitter. In modern industry, welders had a much higher status than fitter. Although there was no distinction between high and low jobs, the technical requirements and skills of welders, as well as their importance in modern industry, were indeed far more important than other occupations!
Let's put it this way. The salary of the same level of occupation was the same, but the subsidy for welders was 1.5 yuan more than that for fitters!
Just based on this point, the welders were better than him!
What a good opportunity!
Chen Ze was pleasantly surprised. When he entered the factory, he had wanted to find a master to guide him. The most skilled person in the Siheyuan was Master Yi. It was no joke that he was a Level 8 fitter. However, Chen Ze did not have a good relationship with Master Yi. If he was arranged to be his disciple, Chen Ze would be blackmailed for the rest of his life.
After taking care of his mother for a year, Chen Ze knew that it was really not easy to support his old age. If he were to encounter this, Chen Ze would have to take care of at least three elderly people for the rest of his life.
Grandpa Yi, Auntie Yi, and a deaf old lady!
He couldn't afford to offend her, he couldn't afford to offend her!
But now, with a Level 8 Welder's clone, he could take him in as an apprentice. He could leave Master One and have another umbrella.
It was perfect!
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