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The second watch will be delivered, and the third watch will arrive at noon! Ask for a ticket, don't just come up, let someone pk you down before you stand still!
Zhang Hongmei also felt drowsy, "I'm going to sleep, and I'll get off at five o'clock in the morning."
"It's not bad to get off at 5:30, there is one stop in the middle of the night, and the train is late at almost every station. You go to sleep, I will watch and salute."
"What's there to look at? Go to sleep quickly, or you won't be refreshed." After Zhang Hongmei finished speaking, she ignored Song Zigan, sleeping the most in the world.
When Zhang Hongmei woke up, it was already three o'clock in the middle of the night, and there were snoring and teeth grinding sounds in the carriage.
Song Zigan next to him leaned upright on the back of the chair, and the sleeping boy looked very well-behaved.
I closed my eyes again, although I couldn't sleep, but I couldn't do anything else in the dark car.
Song Ziqian woke up when he heard the sound of the station announcement, looked at Zhang Hongmei, frowned, and touched her lightly.
Zhang Hongmei opened her eyes, "You're awake too, is this your stop?"
"Yes, you will get off at the next stop."
"That's great. It's the first time I'm taking a train, and I really don't get used to it."
"I also took the train when I was a child, and I also felt uncomfortable. It will be more than ten days before you get off the train."
"You are a man, so it's nothing to suffer from. Persevere, I like you."
Many people woke up, got up to drink water, went to the toilet, and moved their arms and legs.
Zhang Hongmei also stood up for a walk, fetching a mug of hot water for herself and Song Zigan, and Song Zigan took out biscuits.
"You still have something to eat, and you should get off the car in two or three hours."
"I really don't like biscuits, and I can't even eat them. If you want to eat them, you can eat them yourself, don't call me."
When the train arrived at the station again, Zhang Hongmei took out five steamed buns and three bean buns from her satchel, "I'll give you these, I'll get off the train right away, the food on the train is not good, you brought too little .¡±
"Give me what you eat? I have a lot of food stamps, give you some."
"No, I have food stamps. You can keep them for yourself. If you are poor and rich, don't panic if you have food in your hand. I'm getting off the car. See you later."
Zhang Hongmei got off the train and waved to Song Zigan who opened the window and poked his head out on the platform.
Finally arrived, it is five forty-five, and it is still dark. There were no pedestrians on the street, but the shop opened earlier, smelling the aroma of fried dough sticks, touching my stomach, and feeling hungry.
Walk into the breakfast shop and look at the small blackboard that says no food stamps are required for fried dough sticks for 30 cents, tofu nao 10 cents, and soy milk for 5 cents, and no food stamps are required.
This is pretty good, although expensive. But without food stamps, it seems that City H is quite rich.
Zhang Hongmei ordered two fried dough sticks and a bowl of soy milk.
Haven't finished eating yet, and people came one after another at six o'clock. Although the price is high, they still line up to buy.
After eating, I sent the bowl of soybean milk back and went out.
Go to the non-staple food supply station to see people's livelihood. There are the most people here, and now there are long queues at this point.
Zhang Hongmei stood at the back, listening to the people chatting in line.
"I heard that there are cob dregs available today, and now all the sweet potato noodles and sorghum rice are eaten all day, and the birds are fading out of my mouth."
"It's good to have some food. I heard that the villagers in the countryside have no food to eat."
"Yes, we still have subsidies from the state, so they are miserable. They can't even pay the public grain. I heard that they are digging grass roots to eat."
Everyone sighs, the food they grow may not be enough for them to eat.
Sincerely, we can no longer complain about the poor supply, the government has done its best.
"I heard that the stick noodles on the black market cost two yuan a catty. So if we don't have money, we can eat whatever we give. It's better than starving."
"That's the reason. There's nothing wrong with non-staple food. In my opinion, there's no limit to salt?"
"That's not necessarily true. Who will refine salt when people are too hungry?"
"It's not that scary, pay attention to what you say, and hurry up to keep up with the team."
No one dares to jump in line when buying food. Afraid of causing public outrage.
Zhang Hongmei secretly approached the lesbian in front, "Auntie, I want to buy white noodles, but I don't know where to buy them."
"The street behind the Nian Cinema, and the one on the right of the train station, these two are the largest."
"Thank you, auntie!" Zhang Hongmei left the team after finishing speaking.
It seems that City H is relatively affluent. Although there is no white flour in the supply, there is a supply of fried dough sticks. As long as you have money, you can still eat fine grains.
openHongmei strolled on the street and saw a movie theater not far away. Going around to the back of the cinema, there are indeed more people here.
Seeing two middle-aged men at the intersection, they didn't stop Zhang Hongmei from going in, probably because of their young age.
There are sellers on both sides of the street, but there is no shouting, even if someone asks, it is a low-pitched conversation.
There are about thirty people selling goods, including cabbage, radish, potato, vermicelli, and some mountain products, but none of them sell food.
Zhang Hongmei squatted in front of the vermicelli seller. She was a middle-aged woman with a shrewd look. "Ma'am, how do you sell vermicelli?"
"One yuan and eight, no ticket, one yuan and six more than five catties."
"Give me five catties, I want two catties of fine flour, and three catties of wide noodles." After Zhang Hongmei finished speaking, he handed over eight yuan. He took out the snakeskin bag from his satchel and held it against his mouth, and put it in after the weighing was finished.
"Little girl, do you want anything else?"
"Is there anything else? I don't want it." Zhang Hongmei deliberately pretended to be capricious.
"Staff noodles, two yuan and five, no ticket."
"Is there any white flour? Where is the rice?"
"No, you can't buy rice for five yuan."
Zhang Hongmei ignored her and left with a snakeskin bag.
After leaving this street, I decided to find a place to live first, and then went to the black market at the train station to sell goods.
I found a hotel and opened a room, and I lived in easily without being questioned.
After closing the door, I walked around the room before entering the space with confidence.
I am going to test the water first to see the situation. I put ten catties of rice, ten catties of white noodles, and ten packets of dried noodles in the back basket. I will talk about the others later.
In the warehouse, I found a pair of black sneakers with heightened insides, put my hair up and put on a black hat, drew thick eyebrows, put on a mask, put on a blue cotton coat, looked in the mirror, um, I feel pretty good OK.
After putting on makeup, I left the space after I was full.
It takes about twenty minutes to the train station. We barely met anyone along the way.
Into the black market, which is much larger than in movie theaters, and there are more people selling goods.
Zhang Hongmei walked around with a basket on her back. There were only two grain sellers in the entire black market, and one cornmeal seller. One is sorghum rice.
Go to the end, lean on one side, unload the basket, put it in front of you, and squat down like everyone else.
After a while, a very temperamental old lady came over, "What are you selling, young man? Why don't you show it?"
"Rice, white noodles, dried noodles." Zhang Hongmei answered briefly in a low voice.
"What are you talking about? It's all fine grains?"
"Um."
"Let me take a look." The old lady was very cautious, squatting down to look at Zhang Hongmei's untied bag.
Seeing the white and plump rice, I reached out and grabbed a handful. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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