Chapter 30 After getting the milk ticket, he went home
After draining the blood of a wild boar and throwing it into the still space, after thinking about it, Li Jiayi went to the pigeon market again, but not outside Jianguomen, but to Went to the pigeon market on the other side of Deshengmen.
He is going to collect some more candy tickets, and the more the better.
He just remembered that the White Rabbit toffee he bought was not three and a half yuan per catty, but four and a half yuan.
Don’t forget that a pound of sugar stamps also cost one yuan! The total sum is not four yuan and five pounds.
He didn't plan to sell wild boar meat today because he already had enough money. He came here just to collect tickets.
"Auntie, do you have any candy tickets?" Li Jiayi came up to ask after seeing a middle-aged woman who had just finished talking to someone.
“I don’t have sugar stamps. I have food stamps and egg stamps. Do you want them?”
“I don’t want egg stamps. If there are national food stamps, I will.”
"You want the national food stamps! I have ten pounds here." The middle-aged woman said happily.
No one would ask for national food stamps without traveling far away, because in the imperial capital, there is no difference between national food stamps and local food stamps.
Except for eating in restaurants, national food stamps are more useful than local food stamps. It is the same if you go to the food station to buy food.
How can people who come to Pigeon Market to buy food stamps go to restaurants to eat? Basically, they don’t have enough food in the ration, so they go to the food station to buy food.
“Then give it to me!” Li Jiayi took out two yuan and fifty cents and handed it over.
Yes, national food stamps are five cents more expensive per pound than local food stamps.
The middle-aged woman took the money and counted it, and said: "These are ten kilograms of national food stamps. Count them."
"Okay."
Li Jiayi took them I counted it and found it was exactly ten kilograms, so I put it away.
There is no haggling, because the price of the food stamps is transparent. Whether you come to the pigeon market or the black market, the price is the same.
After the middle-aged woman left, Li Jiayi continued to touch her.
"Uncle, do you have any sugar stamps, national food stamps, or tobacco and alcohol stamps?"
"No." The middle-aged man shook his head.
The cigarette tickets have just been issued not long ago, so many people probably don’t have them.
As for wine tickets, ordinary people can’t use them because not many people can spend that much money on good wine.
Because ordinary people buy bulk wine, or Niulanshan Erguotou. I don’t know if it’s because Niulanshan Erguotou is a local wine, or because it’s cheaper and doesn’t require a ticket at all.
Probably because it’s cheap! You should know that chrysanthemum white and lotus white are also local wines! Tickets are also required.
Probably like those cheap cigarettes, in the imperial capital, cigarettes costing more than 40 cents require Class A cigarette stamps, and cigarettes costing more than 10 cents and less than 40 cents require Class B cigarette stamps.
As for items that cost less than 10 cents, there is no need to use a ticket. For example, sunflower cigarettes cost nine cents a pack, also called 10 cents.
Economy cigarettes cost 7 cents a pack, Fu cigarettes cost 6.5 cents, and the cheapest cigarettes are Qianjin cigarettes, which cost only two cents a pack.
But even so, not many people are willing to smoke.
Let alone others, his father Li Aimin just smoked a sunflower. You know, there was no need for tickets before!
Is nine cents less? If you are a poor family, this may be a person's daily expenses.
The harvest in the morning was not very big. I received a total of three and a half kilograms of sugar stamps, and more than twenty kilograms of national food stamps.
The main reason is that he came too late.
At around eleven o'clock, Li Jiayi came out of the pigeon market, but he did not go home.
We ate something casually in a small restaurant, then found a deserted place to enter the space and took a nap there.
At around two o'clock in the afternoon, Li Jia woke up, washed his face quickly and came out of the space.
When he arrived at the Pigeon Market, there were already many people looking around and looking for people who wanted to sell their tickets.
“Auntie, what tickets do you have in your hand?” Li Jiayi walked up to a middle-aged woman and asked.
“What ticket do you want?”
"Do you have a bicycle ticket?" "Uh!" The middle-aged woman shook her head and said, "I don't have a bicycle ticket."
"Then what ticket do you have?"
"Thirty pounds of local food stamps , there are twenty kilograms of national food stamps, two kilograms of sugar stamps, three kilograms of meat stamps, one kilogram of milk stamps, and some daily necessities stamps."
Li Jiayi scratched his head and said: "Your stamps are really good. Enough.”
Not only are there many, they are also very rare, especially milk tickets. You must know that these things are not accessible to ordinary people.
With a one-pound milk ticket, you can go to a milk station to get a pound of fresh milk, absolutely pure milk, the kind without adding anything.
And you don’t have to pay, because the fresh milk is supplied to special groups, so you can just buy it with the ticket.
"Auntie, please give me the national food stamps, sugar stamps and milk stamps. How much do you think they cost?"
"Give me eight yuan!"
"Okay."
The prices of food stamps and sugar stamps across the country will basically not change, but he really doesn't know the price of milk stamps.
Because it was the first time he encountered it today.
The middle-aged woman calculated a dollar for him, but she didn’t know whether she had lost or gained.
It should not be a loss! After all, you don’t have to pay when pumping milk, which is equivalent to buying a pound of pure fresh milk for one yuan.
After the middle-aged woman left, Li Jiayi collected the tickets.
Soon he came to an old lady again and asked: "Grandma, what tickets do you have in your hand?"
The old lady didn't waste much nonsense and handed it directly to Li Jiayi said in front of him: "Look, do you have what you want?"
Li Jiayi looked at it quickly and said: "Grandma, I only want these half a catty of candy coupons here. Look... ”
“Okay, here you go”
He took the ticket, took out the fifty cents and handed it over and said, "This is fifty cents, please keep it."
"Yes!" The old lady nodded.
It wasn’t until almost five o’clock, when the woolen mill was about to get off work, that Li Jiayi hurriedly came out of the pigeon market.
After nearly three hours, the harvest was still very good, but it was all national food stamps and sugar stamps, and milk stamps were never encountered again.
Back in the city, he first went to the supply and marketing cooperative and bought two cans of White Rabbit toffee.
He did not go to the milk station because the milk station only provided milk in the morning, so there was no point in going there at this time.
On the way back, I found an empty alley and threw the wild boar that had been bled on the ground at the entrance of the alley.
Then Li Jiayi stood on the roadside waiting.
About four or five minutes! A man riding a scooter came over, who was also known as Mr. Baner in later generations.
“Here.” Li Jiayi shouted quickly.
Woboer rode over on a cart and asked, "Man, where are you going?"
"How much does it cost to go to Ping'an in Xinjiekou?"
Woboer looked at him. Said: "You are a child, just give me two cents!"
"I will give you fifty cents, but you have to help me."
"Help me? You want to help me?" Pulling something? ”
"Yes, a wild boar only weighs more than a hundred pounds. Please help me move it to the cart, and then help me unload it into the yard. I will give you fifty cents."
Hearing the wild boar, this person Wo Bo'er swallowed his saliva, nodded and said, "Okay."
"Come on, help me put it on." After speaking, Li Jiayi stood aside.
(End of this chapter)