Attack Stream of Life

    Beijing sent a package, which contained a letter, a pair of rubber-soled shoes, ten dollars, a few tickets, and a large bundle of persimmons. There are not many things, but because I never thought that I could get things from home before, Zhaoming is in a good mood.

    The letter was written by his father, which is half a piece of paper, and told a little about the situation at home, and then let Zhaoming work and live here with peace of mind, there is no nutrition. He gave it a rough look and put it down.

    It was the persimmons that surprised him.

      , Press the persimmon by yourself.

    Therefore, dried persimmons are generally available during the New Year, and are not available on weekdays. Because there is a time limit, it is rare to take them out.

    After the persimmon is made, it is covered with a layer of white frost, which is called icing sugar, and the meat inside is compacted, sweet and glutinous. I chose yellow persimmons that were just right. They were hard and the cores had not yet grown. Therefore, the prepared persimmons only had glutinous pulp, and the sweetness was just right.

    The persimmon cake made of peeled yellow persimmon has a taste no less than that of a ripe persimmon.

    Zhao took a lot of free yellow persimmons before next year, afraid of wasting things, these persimmons are basically made into persimmons. These yellow persimmons all look good, taste good, are big and sweet, and the pressed persimmons are also delicious and big. With better ones, it's not so rare for these sent by the hometown.

    So he sent out most of the persimmons, some to the educated youth, and some to the people in the village who traveled a lot. Because there is a request from others, there are more than six sent to the team leader's house. They are wrapped in paper and tied with thin hemp ropes.

    He wants the captain to write two letters of introduction, one for him to buy something in the county town, and one for him to visit relatives on a farm.

    The farm is not far away, there is a shuttle bus there, go in the morning and return in the afternoon. The farm is more remote and poorer than here, and his mother, grandfather and others were sent there.

    The captain was reluctant to write at first, but after working for so long, Zhaoming has learned the local dialect well now. , I can't bear to refuse.

    "Oh, it's a good thing to say that you don't forget your roots. But you know the situation now, child, I don't agree with you, you have a bright future, and all this is involved Isn't it ruined?"

    "But I also understand that as a child, you also want to take care of your mother, so I wrote it. However, you can't say that you are going to see your mother when you are outside, you just say, Others ask you to see distant relatives. I won't tell anyone about this, and you shouldn't tell me, others generally don't pay attention to it, can it be done? "

    "Hey, sorry uncle."

    "Hey, you're welcome, you call me uncle... You speak the local language, I almost didn't hear that you were an educated youth."

    Zhao Ming rubbed his head in embarrassment and smirked.

     Holding the letter of introduction is the same as holding an imperial decree, Zhaoming set off for the county town without a meal early in the morning. But instead of going to the commercial street immediately, he went to the local 'free market', which is the black market.

    The policy is to allow farmers to exchange their own agricultural and sideline products for extra money and other things, but not allow urbanites to spend money on these extra things. It's a very contradictory thing, so it's hard to tell whether it's legal or illegal for urbanites to spend money on countrymen's eggs.

    Nowadays, everything is illegal, so the 'free market' has become a black market.

    In fact, there is a black market everywhere, and there is a market where there is demand, but Zhaoming has never seen anything more blatant than the local 'black market', the aunt with a basket on the street will even be very natural Use the local dialect to communicate what fresh vegetables you bought at the 'morning market' today, or luckily encounter eggs and refined grains.

      They don't even look.

    So Zhaoming easily asked for the address of the 'Morning Market', under the Sanshi Bridge. The aunt who was questioned was very experienced. Seeing that he was carrying a big bamboo basket on his back, he knew that he came to sell things in the county town.

    She mysteriously pulled Zhaoming to one side of the alley, "Lady, what are you doing here?"

    Zhaoming showed her the big red apples, the big pears in yellow and orange, the best glutinous rice and white rice, and big chunks of fat pork cut by jin. Best-selling, even if you don't give it away, you can keep it at home for the New Year.

     Zhaoming has been saving for more than ten days.

    "Yo, there are a lot of good things." Aunt's eyes are straight, "Lady, how do you sell things? Aunt has nothing else here, but there are some more tickets, look, do you have any? useful."

    She took out a stack of small tickets, the most conspicuous are two milk powder tickets, and then there are some scattered industrial tickets, food tickets, cotton tickets and the like. This one is also a seasoned veteran, so well prepared.

    Zhaoming had inquired about the market before he came, and probably knew the value of these tickets, so he exchanged a small bag of glutinous rice for milk powder tickets, and then exchanged those fruits for money, cotton tickets and a few fine grain tickets.

      Get six months. So there are only six for a newborn, and there are very few on the market, and the supply is in short supply.

    If the glutinous rice on the market was not as scarce, and Zhaoming said that if she died, she had to exchange it with milk powder tickets, this aunt would be reluctant to take out two milk powder tickets.

    These fruits are all big, and they filled aunt's large-capacity burlap bag at once. She didn't think it was enough, so she spent money to buy a piece of fat pork, and she was very enthusiastic to let him go to the morning market quickly, otherwise people would leave at seven or eight o'clock.

    Auntie walked past the patrol with a bag, Zhaoming had no such courage, walked from the other end of the alley, and asked a few people on the way to find the entrance of the morning market .

    The morning market has the feeling of a mobile vegetable market of later generations. Most of the farmers who come to sell things are nearby farmers. Most of them are fruits and vegetables grown on their own plots, and there are also by-products made by themselves, such as mustard, pickles, and spicy radishes that are common locally. If it is eggs, fresh fish and meat, it is basically bought in one go.

    The straw hats, straw sandals, bamboo baskets, etc. made by farmers themselves are also selling well. There are also homegrown cloths woven by rural women, which are cheap and durable.

    People in the county have high wages and money in their hands, but they don’t have tickets, so if you want to improve the food, you have to buy some high-priced ingredients from the free market.

    Zhao Ming also found a corner and sat down halfway, opened the big bamboo basket a little, revealing a little red peel, and the fruity aroma slowly came out.

    The ones with the best sense of smell quickly gathered around and opened their eyes to see what was inside.

    "Little comrade, how do I change things?" asked a middle-aged man wearing glasses.

    "The money is fine, the ticket is fine, I don't have to choose. There is also good glutinous rice and full-fat pork in it, so I want to change some brown sugar."

    Zhao Ming pulled out Bai Shengsheng's fat meat from the bottom, and cleaned a large piece of fat meat, which attracted everyone's eyes. Although the people in the city supply pork every month, the fat is rare, and you have to be a household that kills the pigs, and they will leave the fat to you.

    The pig butchers of this year are really more decent and pompous than civil servants.

    "There is also glutinous rice. We must have rice cakes, fried sesame glutinous rice dumplings... Look, they are all good glutinous rice, if you are not involved in the supply and marketing cooperative, you can't even see it I finally got up in the middle of the night and queued up. It's out of stock, so you can't be angry."

    Everyone was moved by what he said, thinking that the New Year is coming, it is time to prepare something, and they all crowded to watch.

    “Little comrade, how many do you have?”

     "Not much, just six pounds of meat. I still had some before, so I changed the milk powder ticket."

    "Little comrade, to be honest, I don't have brown sugar, but I have this." The middle-aged man took out a small pocket and poured out a slightly transparent red-brown lump from it, " This is the donkey skin glue sent by my relatives from Shandong, and there are two taels here. If it is nourishing, it is better than brown sugar, even if our county hospitals are not easy to buy. "

    Zhao Ming was a little moved, the two bargained for a while, and exchanged a pound of meat and an apple for these two taels of donkey skin glue. The middle-aged man also exchanged three yuan and two coarse grain coupons for some white rice. Others didn't have brown sugar or Ejiao, so they exchanged money or tickets for those big fruits that looked fresh and the rest.

    There are not many fruits on the market. The county only supplies some ordinary-looking and somewhat dry oranges and pears. Like a wrinkled old lady. The fresh fruits brought out by Zhaoming are very popular. After a while, people will replace them, leaving only half a bag of white rice.

    Zhao Ming packed up and was about to leave when a young woman came up.

     "Little comrade, look at this thing for your rice, does it work?"

    Seeing the bag opened by the woman, Zhaoming was taken aback, because it was neither money nor tickets, nor anything to eat, but a green jade bracelet with excellent water head.

    "This is the real thing. It can be sold for more than ten yuan. I want to exchange your rice and milk powder tickets." The woman clutched her bag tightly.

    Zhao Ming was silent for a while, took out a milk powder ticket, and gave all the rest of the rice to her.

    "Thank you." The woman grabbed the bag and quickly disappeared into the corner like a frightened rabbit.

    Zhao Ming walked away from the other side with an empty bamboo basket on his back.

    At seven o'clock, there were no idlers on the street. I was going to work, and I was taking care of the housework. Zhaoming went to the commercial street. There are everything there, all kinds of state-owned stores, and A four-story department store building is one of the landmark buildings in the county. Citizens can buy most of the things they need there, just ask for money and tickets.

    He took several empty bottles and poured half a catty of peanut oil, a catty of soy sauce vinegar, a packet of salt and sugar, and a bag of needles and thread, two boxes of matches and a bundle of candles. I exchanged cotton tickets for three pounds of new cotton, cloth tickets for four feet of dark blue wear-resistant woven cloth, bought a small thermal pot and toothpaste toothbrush with industrial tickets, and also exchanged milk powder tickets for a package of milk powder. .

      , even chalk, blank pads, pencils, inks, etc.

    Zhaoming bought something and didn't leave right away. He went to a state-run restaurant for a meal. Today, there was a roast lamb's trotter, so he ordered a plate and prepared to have a good meal. Who knew that half of the state-run restaurants said they were going to close, so I would trouble Zhaoming to eat quickly.

    “…”

    Although I know the urine quality of state-run restaurants, I really don't know what to say. I always feel that waiters should not be like this, even if they give a smile? Is it really okay to use a broom to chase down guests who haven't finished eating? for money.

    However, from north to south, these people are exactly the same as if they were trained by a master.

    Maybe it's not the world that's wrong, it's me.

      This time, he is a customer, and he wanders around empty-handed. He will come up to see where there are many people. Fortunately, he finally got the brown sugar he was thinking about.

    It is said that there is a brown sugar workshop in the village of the other party. The village collectively grows sugar cane. After each harvest, more will be distributed to the villagers as welfare, and every household has no shortage of brown sugar to eat.

    Zhaoming just changed half a catty, and many people are not happy, they are also waiting to buy it. Zhaoming asked where this person's village was, and if there was any more brown sugar there, and made an appointment with him when to change it. Then he also changed some lotus root starch, lotus seeds, millet grown by farmers, wild mushrooms and other things.

    Later came a young man with live chickens, three live local chickens, two old hens and a young rooster.

    Live old hens are especially popular. Aunts know that this is an old hen that has been raised for two years. It eats well and is a good stew material. No, one said that there was a daughter-in-law who was going to give birth to a baby and needed chicken soup from the old hen, and the other said that her daughter had just given birth to a baby and also wanted to make soup from the old hen. The two of them were just like the appointment, and they rushed to the ears. I decided to divide the two old hens, one for you and one for me.

    When Zhaoming reacted, he could only buy a little cock.

    As soon as the bamboo baskets were full, Zhaoming went back without stopping, holding a lantern in his hand, and hurriedly hurried back, finally rushing back before the comrades went to bed.

    Today his portion is not used, he took three catties of apples, these apples are not small, each one weighs half a catty. The rest was replaced by millet. He heard that millet porridge is not as eye-catching as good white rice. He wanted to prepare some for his grandfather.

    Comrades are all gathered in his room to wait for him at the moment. Others do not go to the county as often as he does, and gradually they get used to letting Zhaoming bring some things along the way.

    I don't know how he bought it. Some things that are hard to find in the market can be bought by Zhaoming. He has been here for half a year, and he speaks very well in the local area. He doesn't look like a northerner at all. If you think about it, maybe it is because of this reason that he can always buy things that everyone can't buy.

    "I saw someone selling apples, I bought some, one for each person, and one for myself."

    "Apples are not cheap at this time, how can I get you?" Now the county also supplies apples, which are small in size and soft in taste. But the apples Zhaoming looked for were crunchy and crunchy, and they were big. There were educated youths who liked the crunchy and sweet taste very much.

    Zhao Ming said with a smile, "It just happened to happen, not necessarily in the past."

    But they won't take it for free anyway. They are really greedy for fruit. If they take an apple, they will put down fifty or six cents. Specific numbers, but I also know that it is definitely not cheap.

    Zhaoming is generous.

    Zhao Ming had no choice but to give up, took out things and began to divide one by one.

    "Comb, vanishing cream, Comrade Xiaohua, yours."

    "Hey." Comrade Xiaohua smiled sweetly, put the change on the table, and then took his own things.

    The same is true for the comrades behind, you and I took everything and put down the money.

    Comrade Spectacles suddenly took two round persimmons and put them on his table, smiled shyly, "Today I also sent persimmons from my house, my grandma made them herself, try ."

    Zhao Ming took a look, and sure enough, the color of the persimmon is a little more yellow, and the meat is thicker, he took it politely, "I'm welcome." He took a hard bite, Under some firm and elastic skins, the compressed pulp is like a fudge with concentrated juice, with a strong fruity aroma, "It's delicious."

    "You guys like soft ones, but I like this kind of crunchy sweet ones. It sounds beautiful." crescent moon.