Qin Huairu was already in a bad mood, and after being pestered by him the entire way, she became even angrier. After he pulled her bicycle to a stop, she got off and glared at him.
"You're going to die! What was he thinking? Five steamed buns? What are you thinking!"
Xu Damao was stunned for a moment and sneered,""Alright, you said it. Don't regret it.
In the future, if you have any difficulties, you can find someone else.”
Qin Huairu saw that Xu Damao was really angry and wanted to leave, and she immediately became anxious.
Although Xu Damao was not a good person, he could still be used when necessary.
This fellow always played movies outside, so he could always get some benefits.
If there were benefits, why not?
If he offended her, it would not be good for him.
"Why are you so anxious? Let me finish!"
Qin Huairu tugged at him forcefully, causing Xu Damao to stagger.
"Look at you. It's such a cold day, why are you still so anxious?”
His words were half-smiling, and his eyes rolled up, looking straight and seductive.
Xu Damao gulped. Thinking of the little widow's figure, his heart itched.
"What do you mean? Don't pull."
"Oh, you're still angry with me? Alright, then I'll be straightforward.
Five steamed buns won't do. I want three catties of tickets.”
There were two types of food stamps on the market. One was the national food stamp, also known as the "”
The other was the one that could be used in the city, and was jokingly called the rat ticket.
Why was he called a rat?
There was a saying that dogs remembered thousands, cats remembered tens of thousands, and mice only remembered a large area.
This meant that Haozi only recognized this area and would not be useful if he ran far away.
Flying tickets were more valuable and harder to obtain.
Apart from the letter of recommendation, he also had to have this ticket when he went on a business trip. Otherwise, if you change places, you won't even be able to eat.
In Pigeon City, one catty of food stamps could be sold for four to six yuan.
Qin Huairu had asked for three catties. That would cost more than ten yuan.
Xu Damao originally thought that he had failed and was already unhappy.
Hearing this, he laughed in anger.
"Qin Huairu, what are you thinking? Three catties? Do you know that five catties of grain can be exchanged for a young lady in the countryside?”
"I don't care if you come or not.”
Qin Huairu rolled her eyes, revealing a myriad of flirtatious expressions. Xu Damao was hooked by her eyes and immediately fell into her heart.
Other than the itch in his heart, there was something even more itchy.
Ha, today's yang qi was sufficient. After all, the sun had come out.
"Wait, don't go. Three catties? Let me go?
Usually, he could only eat steamed buns with five steamed buns.
My 3 jin ticket can't just be a steamed bun, right?”
Qin Huairu felt that his words were too blunt and unpleasant to the ears, and she could not keep her face up.
"We'll talk about it when the time comes," he said impatiently.”
As she spoke, she broke free of his hand and rode the bike into the rolling mill.
Although she had been taken advantage of in the past, how could she say such things so bluntly? If others heard this, where would Qin Huairu put her face?
Xu Damao wasn't in a hurry. He tied up the car and rubbed his hands. He left in a hurry today and forgot to bring his gloves. He was almost frozen.
He had to warm up the steamed buns today to recover.
Of course, if he could get on base, it wouldn't be a loss.
Qin Huairu was too eye-catching in the factory.
There were many men who had designs on her.
However, this woman was very powerful. Those men surrounded her and did not get any benefits at all.
She could always tease you at the right time, making you feel that she was indeed flirting with you, but not completely flirting with you.
It was all based on imagination.
Just like that, Qin Huairu had indeed benefited greatly.
However, Xu Damao was different. He could offer benefits, but he had to get something in return.
He was completely a person who wouldn't act until he saw the rabbit.
Therefore, it was fair to exchange steamed buns for steamed buns.
In Xu Damao's heart, he was much stronger than those silly old men.
A bunch of grandsons did not even hold hands.
"Tsk tsk, looks like Master Xu is going to have some meat today. Alright, let's go to the bathhouse and take a bath first.”
He didn't need to point it out. He had ulterior motives for coming to the factory today. Zhou Zhenhua had been slacking the entire morning.
She was writing and drawing in a small notebook.
What was he drawing?
The Adventures of Yueyue.
He thought that he could not let the little girl be traumatized. As a father, he owed her a lot.
All he knew was drawing.
He might as well create a manga and draw his daughter as the main character.
As for the little monsters inside, they were all kinds of food.
Youtiao, steamed buns, and bean juice.
Hmm? It seemed that something strange had mixed in. The bean juice was crossed out.
Before Zhou Zhenhua transmigrated here, he had traveled to the great capital, watched the flag being raised at Tianamen, and experienced the prosperity of the country.
His heart was filled with pride.
Since he was in the capital, how could he not eat some snacks?
Scorched circle, fried liver, bean juice.
Everyone knew how many people in the city liked to use their children's voices.
He could accept the charred circle and stir-fried liver.
Only this bean juice, ha, that taste, would never be forgotten after drinking it for a lifetime. From then on, he would politely refuse this thing.
It was simply a smell that was imprinted in his soul.
Now that they were in Old Four Nine City, Zhou Zhenhua was fine with soy milk but not soy milk.
He was still thinking about getting some for his daughter to drink in the morning so that she could experience the dangers of the human world.
In the end, he laughed.
Zhou Zhenhua, oh Zhou Zhenhua, please be a human.
Wasn't the milk fragrant?
He decisively changed the bean juice to milk, then vegetables such as potatoes, carrots, and eggplants. They were personified and had small arms and legs.
As the main character, Zhou Yueyue's greatest talent was eating.
He opened his mouth wide and ate all these little monsters.
At the bottom of each page, Zhou Yueyue was drawn with a stick figure chasing a rabbit.
He quickly flipped through the pages and saw Zhou Yueyue hopping after the rabbit, occasionally opening her mouth to bite it.
"Little Zhou, what are you drawing? You've been busy all morning. The bell has already rung. Aren't you going to the canteen?”
Big Sis Liu was a little curious. Thinking that this person was different from before, she kindly reminded him.
Stunned, Zhou Zhenhua stretched.
"Yo, it's already so late. We have to go eat.
Thank you. I'll go find my mother. I'll leave first.”
As he spoke, he put the painting book into his pocket and ran away.
"Hey, this Little Zhou is different today.”Sister Liu sighed again and shook her head with a smile.
Young people were very serious when looking for a wife.
When he left the office building, he took a look and saw that it was a huge area.
The rolling mill was a state-owned factory with ten to twenty thousand workers.
Of course, the workshop was divided into sections, and only two to three thousand people could be seen.
There was more than one canteen, or else the cooks would be exhausted.
For example, He Yuzhu's side had a total of eight platoons, responsible for about 2,000 people.
A platoon of less than 300 people was prepared to eat.
Otherwise, how big would the pot be to cook vegetables for tens of thousands of people?
He couldn't do it no matter how much money he was given.
He couldn't help but complain about the work clothes of this period. They were blue, and the style was basically a change from the Chinese tunic suit.
There were two pockets on top and bottom.
It was all made of denim, but it was sturdy.
If there were elders in the family who had experienced this era, they could ask if all the children in the family had worn this kind of work uniform.
In the past, the state-owned factory had good treatment. The work uniforms issued could be modified for the children to wear, so they could save on buying them.
The older children would wear it and the second children would wear it. They would sew and mend it for another three years.
Yu Fanghua's work clothes looked better, but they didn't look much better.
Welcome attire.
It was likely that many of his friends in the future had never seen this before.
It was said to be specially used to welcome foreign guests, and it would highlight its dignity when worn.
In fact, it was still a modified style of the Chinese tunic suit, but the collar, shoulders, and five buttons of the small suit were used. At that time, it was quite fashionable.
Later on, it was commonly seen in the counter sales of the supply and marketing cooperative, as well as the uniforms of female colleagues in the system.
It was still very fashionable until the mid-70s.
Of course, there were also men's clothes. Zhou Zhenhua was wearing one.
However, he was wearing a collared shirt, which was similar to a tunic suit.
At this time, there was no need to pay attention to slimming or fitting.
They were willing to get a bigger uniform so that the child could wear it for two more years.
It was the middle of winter, and they were wearing cotton jackets and work clothes. No matter how one looked at them, they looked bloated and looked like roly-dolls.
It was fine if he didn't wear a cotton-padded jacket. That would freeze him to death.
Old Four Nine had a special term to describe this kind of person who wanted to look good and did not care about his life. It was called "playing with a single child." Look, this child's voice was so powerful.
Therefore, this roly-doll was better than freezing to death.
She ran to the door of the broadcasting office and saw a group of young ladies walking out.
Seeing that Yu Fanghua was quite eye-catching in a group of people.
Without looking, the scarf must have been unbuttoned. It was not the style he had tied.
"Yo, Fanghua, your man is waiting for you.”
"Hello, sisters!"
Zhou Zhenhua's sweet mouth was different. He had to be nice to his wife's colleagues and fawn over them.
It would save him from stabbing him in the back and saying bad things about him.
"Little Zhou is still a sweet talker. Forget about the past. Fanghua has forgiven you. If there is a next time, we will not forgive you!”
Some of them were older and fierce-tempered, so they started to retort directly.
"Yes, yes, yes. Don't worry, I treat her like an ancestor!”
"Pah, what nonsense are you talking about?”Yu Fanghua spat and then began to chase people away.
"Alright, alright, what are you guys watching? It was not like she had never seen him before.
Hurry up and get food!"
"Hahaha, Fanghua is angry. Let's go, let's go. Don't delay others…eating strawberries!”
"Yes, yes, yes…"
A group of silly older sisters who were familiar with each other joked and laughed as they pushed each other away.
Yu Fanghua's face was as red as a persimmon.
She walked up to Zhou Zhenhua and held his arm.
"Why are you waiting for me here today? Ever since I married you, I haven't had this kind of treatment for a long time.”
"No, I'm just strolling around.
Who would have thought that this was a coincidence? You see, isn't this fate arranged by the heavens?”
"Nonsense! Where's your lunch box?"
"What lunchbox?"
"A lunch box!"
Yu Fanghua looked like she was looking at a fool. Zhou Zhenhua slapped his head and looked at the aluminum lunch box in Yu Fanghua's hand. He seemed to have seen it in the drawer, but he had forgotten.
This thing was also a testament to an era. Even in the early 1990s, it still hadn't left the stage.
In the future, there would be plates in the canteen of the restaurant. There would be a recycling point after getting food.
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