Today is a working day and it is early in the morning. Except for idlers like Xia Li, no one has time to hang out at this time. There are not many people at the entrance of the non-staple food factory.
Xia Li took the soy sauce bottle and wandered to the non-staple food factory like a second-rate man, and bought a bottle of soy sauce.
I thought to myself that since I've come here, I might as well buy some meat and go home. I have almost enough meat at home, so I don't have to go out to buy it tomorrow.
So she took the hand-drawn map and slowly walked to the meat factory, like an old man walking a bird, very slowly, looking like an idle person.
"Uncle, give me two pieces of pork belly, two more pig's trotters, and a strip of ribs."
After thinking for a while, he pointed to the pig next to him and said, "Give me some of this too."
The pork supply of the South Island Corps was not too much. Xia Li saw that there was still a lot of pork today, so he simply bought a lot of it.
Before she went to the countryside, she often received national food stamps and meat stamps from Li Shengli.
But this stuff has an expiration date.
The meat tickets kindly sponsored by Li Shengli are about to expire. Use them in advance if you can to avoid wasting them if they expire.
The conditions in the South Island are not very good. Even the people in the army are not so prodigal that they can eat meat every day.
Only the little girl in front of me always bought a lot of meat every time she came back, and she always came to buy meat every one or two days. Naturally, the uncle who sold the meat remembered her clearly.
He immediately smiled and said: "Are you here to buy meat again? You have so many meat tickets! Even our meat joint factory can't issue so many meat tickets."
Xia Li opened his mouth and started talking nonsense: "I changed all the other tickets into meat tickets. If I don't eat meat, I think I might not grow taller."
The meat seller was immediately amused by Xia Li's words.
This little girl came here wearing a military uniform. She should be a working adult. How tall is she?
He catered to the occasion and said: "Then you should eat more so that you can grow up in the future!"
The two of them talked about each other, and the uncle specially cut a fat and thin strip for Xia Li, which looked very good at first glance.
Pig's trotters and sewer are free of charge, and the uncle also picked the best ones for Xia Li.
Xia Li smiled and thanked the uncle, turned around and left the meat factory stall.
But unexpectedly, he turned around and met the mother and daughter who relied on Zhao Haining in front of the fish stall.
The old lady held the small yellow croaker in her hand, frowned, and said harshly to the fish seller: "You are such a small fish, but you still sell it for 20 cents per catty. We used to catch it in the river for no money at all.
Are your meat factories so dark now? ? Don’t let the common people live their lives! "
The Eighth-level members are not easy to mess with these days. How could an old lady be allowed to bully her here?
When the fish seller heard what she said, she immediately became unhappy. She pointed at the old lady with her arms akimbo and scolded: "Old godly woman, do you want to buy it or not?
It’s already great that you can eat meat without your votes, but you’re so picky, get out of here if you don’t want to buy it! "
The old lady is not a good-tempered person, how could she let a woman scold her?
He immediately started scolding the woman selling fish.
The girl next to her was like a white lotus in the wind, pulling on the old lady's clothes with her hands, shaking them slightly. The expression on her face was anxious, trying to stop the two of them from arguing, but there was no way.
These days, it is quite common for old ladies to quarrel with sellers over bargaining prices, especially when going to the market. This happens almost every time, and everyone is used to it.
Xia Li's eyes fell on the mother and daughter without any trace, and finally fell on their hands, frowning slightly.
At this time, the old lady obviously kept her hands on the chopping board where the fish was placed, but she would change the position of her hands from time to time.
Under normal circumstances, who would keep catching and catching fish on a chopping board covered with fish blood, fish scales and water stains when killing and releasing fish? Is it possible that I can still feel the delicate and dirty hands of that year?
The girl shook the old lady's hand, which was even more interesting. She shook it once or twice, then stopped, and once or twice, she stopped.
Rather than saying that she was anxious for a while and not anxious for a while, it was more like her shaking movement had a certain pattern in itself.
