Bangzi noodle porridge, pickled radish strips, and black cornstarch.
Looking at the food on the Sifang table, Li Aiguo felt a little sour in his mouth.
I was a young model in a club in my previous life, but I am eating chaffy vegetables in this life. The difference is unbearable.
It should be said that Li Aiguo had a lot of money, more than two hundred and twenty yuan, which would be equivalent to at least ten thousand yuan in future generations.
It shouldn't be too much to buy half a pound of meat, eat scrambled eggs, or cook a piece of fish occasionally.
only.
He has money now, but he has no coupons and cannot buy food.
In this era, materials were scarce, materials were extremely scarce, and food could not be openly supplied.
In order to meet the needs of the people across the country, the state implemented a policy of unified purchase and marketing of grain three years ago.
Two years ago, the "Interim Measures for the Printing of Municipal Grain Ration Supply Vouchers" was officially implemented.
Subsequently, all kinds of tickets entered society overwhelmingly and became a necessity for citizens' lives.
There are two sources of tickets.
One is the formal one - the sub-district offices and units distribute it on a monthly basis.
The other one is less formal - go to the pigeon market to buy it.
Li Aiguo has already spent all his food stamps and vegetable stamps this month, so he can only use less formal methods.
"It looks like I have to go to the Pigeon Market tomorrow morning."
After swallowing the black wowotou that had a bit of a throat irritation, Li Aiguo made up his mind.
....
At 2:30 in the morning, I was having sex with Zhou.
Li Aiguo got up from the bed, put on black denim pants, short sleeves, yellow clay shoes, and walked to the door.
Suddenly, he turned around again, pinched his eyebrows and smiled bitterly: "It seems that he still hasn't adapted to this era."
Li Aiguo bent down and rummaged through the wooden box and found an old raincoat. He touched the thick material of the raincoat and looked at his short sleeves. He hesitated and put the raincoat back.
He picked up the broken woolen hat next to him and put it on his head.
There were exactly two holes in the black woolen hat. When he pulled it down, Li Aiguo looked in the mirror and couldn't help but smacked his tongue: "It's tight!"
"That's it."
Li Aiguo put on his hat, put the money in his pocket, picked up the only appliance in the house - a flashlight, and left the house.
It was two o'clock in the morning. The courtyard was dark, and there were street lights on the road outside that gave off a dim light.
The stars are shining brightly and the cool breeze is blowing.
It would be more comfortable if the hat wasn't too thick.
The pigeon market closest to the Siheyuan is located next to the New North Bridge.
After leaving the courtyard, Li Aiguo rushed towards the New North Bridge along the dim lights.
There were only a few pedestrians on the road, and the few they had were packed tightly. They looked like they were members of the same group. When they met each other, they quickly took a few steps back to distance themselves.
After turning a few corners, we suddenly saw a vast expanse of sight.
During the day, this is a flea market, but in the early morning, it turns into a pigeon market.
It's not that the people in the pigeon market don't want to change places, but they are in other places, making noise and disturbing the people early in the morning.
Most of those who were awakened from their sleep had bad tempers. They rushed to the police station, where they could only wait to be rushed.
In fact, the pigeon market in New Beiqiao has also been cleaned up several times, but with no effect. People have to eat and wear clothes, and living people cannot be suffocated to death. The scale of the pigeon market has expanded a lot.
In the past, stalls were only set up around Suolongjing, but now just past the teahouse in the northeast corner, you can see the shadow of the lights.
Li Aiguo put on his "robbery hat", exposed his eyes, and strode towards the pigeon market.
People selling goods in the pigeon market all spread out an old newspaper or a broken list on the ground, and put some samples on it. The stall owner sits next to it and shines it with a flashlight. Those who don't have a flashlight will also put it next to it. Put on a kerosene lamp and light up.
The real goods are hidden in the nooks and crannies not far away.
In this way, buyers can find exactly what they need.
When a stall owner encounters a cleanup, he can abandon his stall and run away. Even if he is unlucky and gets caught, a handful of millet will not guarantee his conviction.
This is valuable experience gained in a long struggle.
Sure enough, the people are very intelligent.
Li Aiguo cursed, and with his hands behind his back, he followed the flow of people and walked into the bright and shadowy pigeon market.
Li Aiguo was not in a hurry to buy goods. He first walked around the pigeon market, keeping the surrounding exits in mind, and then walked from stall to stall. When he met someone who was interested, he squatted down to compare prices with the stall owner.
What just puzzled him was that the stall owners seemed a little scared when they saw him. When they were comparing the prices, they reluctantly shrank back.
Isn't it just a bit more disguised?
They are all from the pigeon market. They are so timid and have no future.
"You don't want to sell fish? Why are you setting up a stall if you don't want to sell fish?"
After setting his sights on a big carp but being ignored by the stall owner, Li Aiguo stood up angrily.
That is to say, there is no management office here, otherwise he would definitely complain.
The fish stall owner lowered his head and said nothing, as if the person in front of him didn't exist.
Yes, if they don’t want to sell it, we can’t force it.
Li Aiguo stood up and prepared to walk to the meat stall next door.
A thick voice came from my ear: "Hey, this hat, hiss...man, you have gone too far."
Turning his head, he saw a young man leaning on the corner with his arms folded and looking towards this side.
This young man was also a strange person. He actually had a piece of newspaper stuck on his face, with two holes dug in the newspaper, and a pair of eyes blinked at him.
"A guy with a newspaper on his face has the nerve to say that others are too much."
Li Aiguo put his hands in his pockets, ready to argue with this young man about whether a woolen hat or a newspaper was too much.
Who would have thought that when the young man heard his voice, he was stunned for a moment, and the newspaper stuck on his face blew loudly: "Li Ermao?"
Li Ermao is Li Aiguo's nickname at the Railway Technical College.
The reason was that after entering puberty, two hairs grew on his breasts.
Although he had the guts to pull it out, the nickname stuck.
The only people who know this nickname are his classmates.
This voice sounded familiar to Li Aiguo, and he remembered that the newspaper geek opposite him was named Wang Dakui. He had been his classmate for a year, but later dropped out of school due to changes in his family.
Li Aiguo had a very good relationship with Wang Dakui, and there was another classmate. The three of them often slipped into the tracks, climbed up the train building when the old guard was not paying attention, and had a good time.
"Er Mao, this is not the place to talk. Come with me."
After recognizing Li Aiguo, Wang Dakui looked around, took Li Aiguo around, and came to a stall in the corner.
This place is very remote, there is no one around, and there is a broken pecan shell on the broken newspaper on the ground.
Wang Dakui picked up the pecans, not even the newspaper, and took Li Aiguo into the alley next to him.
The alley was narrow and could only accommodate one person. It was dark inside and the ground was sticky. Li Aiguo followed Wang Dakui closely.
When he reached the end of the alley, Wang Dakui stopped, took out his key, and opened a nearby courtyard door.
"Er Mao, this is my home."
"Those two hairs are long gone. If you keep barking, be careful and I'll cut you."
Just as Li Aiguo was about to break up with Wang Dakui, he saw the light turn on in the hut to the north and a hoarse voice came from the room.
"Dakui, are you back? Why are you so early today? Did something happen?"
"Nothing happened, mother. It's still early before dawn. Please sleep a little longer. I have friends here."
He leaned in front of the window, shouted inside, and listened carefully to what was going on inside. Then Wang Dakui led Li Aiguo to the east room.
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