The stone in Ying Sisi's heart fell to the ground. She took out a pack of cigarettes and stuffed it into the other person's hand: "Thank you, brother. I hope you will accept your kindness."
The man took the cigarette with a very kind attitude and warned: "After entering, if you hear people shouting to run away, you must run eastward regardless of whether you have bought anything."
"Okay." Ying Sisi thanked her and stepped into the market.
Rice, flour, grain and oil, meat stamps, non-staple food stamps, books, stationery, daily necessities, etc. can all be exchanged at equal value.
Ying Sisi walked around and finally walked to the noodle stall.
Someone suddenly hit her arm, causing her to stagger a few steps to the side.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Ying Sisi steadied herself and looked back. An old lady bowed her head and apologized. There was a book of open pages of stamps scattered on the ground.
The flowers are green and beautiful.
The buildings and scenery above are like the mountain and river scenery described by extremely educated youth.
I remember the educated youth said that stamps are of great collection value, and those that are old are rare things that can only be found.
If you meet someone who knows the goods, they can be worth thousands of gold.
She was instantly attracted.
The aunt raised her eyes and saw Ying Sisi staring at her stamps, and immediately said: "Girl, do you want to buy stamps? These are old items from sixty or seventy years ago. There are hundreds of stamps in a book, and they only cost eight yuan."
"Can things from sixty or seventy years ago still be used? How dare you ask for eight yuan? Even if you go to the scrap collection station, people will ignore you." said the stall owner next to him.
The aunt replied: "I didn't let you buy it, I was asking about this girl."
Ying Sisi really wanted it, but the price offered by the aunt was too high, and she couldn't afford eight yuan. "Can I take a look first?"
"Of course you can. These are all my family's private collections. I would be reluctant to sell them unless absolutely necessary."
Ying Sisi turned over them one by one and made sure they were old things: "Are you willing to give up your love for three yuan? I only have three yuan."
Ying Sisi honestly took out all the change, which she had secretly withheld when buying groceries for Song Hanmei.
The middle-aged woman was in a dilemma.
The noodle stall owner said: "Girl, you are not a wealthy person in your dress. If you spend three yuan to buy a book that you cannot eat or drink and go home, your family will not beat you to death."
Ying Sisi began to waver when she heard this. All her knowledge came from the educated youth in the village.
If there is no way to turn stamps into money, then the things you buy are just like junk.
"I…………"
The aunt was afraid that Ying Sisi would regret it, so she stuffed the stamps into her arms: "Three yuan is three yuan, I will suffer a little loss."
The owner of the noodle stall said, "Girl, think clearly, don't be fooled."
Ying Sisi thought carefully and said, "I've thought it through." She handed the money to her aunt.
The middle-aged woman was happy and regretful at the same time: "My family has been collecting them for decades, but I never expected that they would only be worth three yuan in the end."
"How about..." Ying Sisi touched her empty wallet and felt regretful.
In order to save this money, he fought with Song Hanmei many times.
Now that the capital is gone, what should we do next?
"I still have something to do, let's go." The middle-aged woman walked hastily.
Ying Sisi drew her bow and walked back with the stamps in hand without any arrow of turning back.
Unknowingly, I returned to Li's house.
As soon as he entered the door, he was stopped by Li's father, Li Junlu, who was at home from get off work, and asked rudely: "Do you know you're back? Follow your mother out, and don't say anything when you leave, and let your mother and your sister look for you for a long time. How do you treat me like this?" Daughter, do you want to be a sister?"
"I......."
Li Yuwei was the first to answer: "Dad, forget it because it's the Chinese New Year. My sister didn't mean it."
