He now had 30 catties of grain every month. Not only could he not finish it all by himself, but his mouth had also eaten all the delicacies of the 21st century. He was very picky. When he saw the rice and noodles with stones in them, he could not muster up any appetite at all.
The flour in the grain supply was called standard flour. The steamed buns were gray and loose, without any chewiness. They did not have the sweet fragrance of wheat at all.
In Pigeon City, he could use the standard powder to exchange for the better quality Hong Fuqiang first-class powder.
The steamed buns steamed with Hong Fuqiang were white and fragrant. Chen Weiguo loved Hong Fuqiang. Dumplings made from this flour were called dumplings.
Under normal circumstances, 30 catties of standard flour could be exchanged for 10 catties of Hong Fuqiang. Recently, there was a famine everywhere, and food was becoming more and more scarce. 30 catties of standard flour could only be exchanged for 7 catties of Hong Fuqiang.
Chen Weiguo knew the general situation of the market in Pigeon City, but he had never changed it himself.
Because his uncle gave him a big bag of Hong Fuqiang every month.
The pile of Hong Fuqiang in his house was enough for him to eat for a few months.
Therefore, when he went to Pigeon City, he usually only wanted to exchange for some rare tickets. Occasionally, when he saw an old hen selling, he would also exchange for one. Then, he would find some wild ginseng and wolfberries. He would also buy them all for his aunt to make chicken soup to nourish her body.
Chen Weiguo was actually a frequent visitor to Pigeon City. After all, his uncle sent him food every day and he was rewarded with the reward of fishing in the Myriad Realms. He usually had too much food on hand to eat. He did not have any portable space, and he was afraid of insects if he kept the food for too long. Therefore, he would go to Pigeon City to sell the food to reduce the storage pressure.
Pigeon City would occasionally encounter some people who had changed their names. They were so poor that they could not afford to eat, so they would come to sell old things. Most of them were small things that could be carried in their sleeves.
Every time this happened, Chen Weiguo would go over and take a closer look. Before he transmigrated, he had watched a lot of treasure appraisal programs. He always felt that he was still at a certain level. What if he encountered something good one day?
Pigeon City was actually very tolerant. There were many types of gold bars that could be bought, but gold bars were indeed too risky.
After all, such a large gold bar was worth a lot. In this era, it was rare for a family to have more than 5,000 yuan in savings. His gold bar was indeed too eye-catching. If he dared to sell it, his water meter would be checked immediately. If he really wanted to sell it, he could not be in a hurry.
After catching the gold bar, Chen Weiguo's expectations for the Fishing World suddenly increased by a lot.
Previously, he had to buy two catties of rice and two catties of noodles every day. He almost renamed this golden finger as a poverty relief specialist.
Today's gold bars fully proved that his golden finger was hidden. There must be something good inside that he could not imagine.
Chen Weiguo was even looking forward to tomorrow's fishing.
After finishing the peanuts in his hand, Chen Weiguo grabbed a few more large peanuts and placed them in a small metal box. He poured two spoonfuls of sesame oil on the dried and crispy peanuts and mixed them with some salt. There was no better dish to go with the wine than this.
He wrapped the peanuts into a small square bag with oil paper, tied it with a rope, and put it in his pocket.
It was almost time to get off work. Chen Weiguo picked up the lock and locked the windows and doors of the grain station.
After making sure that the storage units in the backyard were all locked, he rode his bicycle in peace.
This was his personality. He was responsible, cautious, and meticulous. His uncle often praised him for being thoughtful and capable of great things.
He treated these words as a gust of wind that passed by his ears and did not take them to heart at all.
He just wanted to make a fortune and live a good life. It would be best if he could marry a beautiful wife.
It had rained last night, and now there was a thin layer of ice on the road, making it extremely difficult to walk.
There was a non-staple food store next to the grain store called Nanluo Non-staple Food Store. It sold a fairly complete range of things.
At this time, the grocery store was one of the important places on the entire street. It was the source of daily life and was comparable to the grain store.
The light in the grocery store was dim, and the air was filled with the smell of raw and cooked meat, soy sauce, and salted vegetables.
Facing the door was a wooden counter surrounded by three sides. Behind the counter were a few rows of tall shelves. The shelves were filled with supplies, from soap and mortar to fertilizers and pesticides.
The salesperson of the grocery store was a slightly plump young man. When he saw Chen Weiguo, he greeted him cheerfully,"You're early today. What do you want?”
This person was called Zhou Baogen.
She had started work two years earlier than Chen Weiguo, and her family had arranged for her to join.
In this day and age, it was very impressive to be a salesperson in a grocery store. Zhou Baogen was especially impressive. Chen Weiguo had vaguely heard that his house had a red background.
" The wine from last time doesn't work. I'll get heartburn after drinking it. Get me something nice." Chen Weiguo took off his gloves, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed it to Zhou Baogen." Also, get me half a catty of fruit-flavored candy and a pack of big front door candy."”
"Alright, good wine has arrived today. You'll definitely like it. I've tried my best to save it for you!”
Zhou Baogen happily took the cigarette and put it between his ears. He took out a bottle wrapped in white paper from under the counter and handed it to Chen Weiguo.
"What kind of wine is wrapped up so mysteriously?”
Chen Weiguo took the wine and opened the paper to take a look. Good heavens, it was actually a bottle of Maotai!
The white clay bottle was pasted with the words Guizhou Moutai, the tire-style logo was full of red era brands, the wooden soft bottle stopper was pasted with a white seal, and two iconic streamers hung from the bottle mouth.
It was indeed a rare item!
"Where did you get this?"
Chen Weiguo couldn't help but click his tongue. He remembered that he had once watched an auction. A 1960s Maotai had been auctioned for one to two million!
Zhou Baogen smiled proudly and said," The higher-ups have a policy to promote the consumption of high-end wine. Our shop only got this bottle. Of course, I have to keep it for you.”
Chen Weiguo was delighted and stuffed the remaining half of the pack of cigarettes in his hand into Zhou Baogen's hands.
"Good brother, next time you want to buy new grain, let me know. I'll open the back door for you.”
After saying that, she placed the ten yuan bill and the cigarette and alcohol tickets on the counter and pushed them over.
Chen Weiguo was not willing to owe others favors.
After all, money was easy to return, but favors were hard to clear!
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