The supply and marketing cooperative in Solidarity Commune is not big, with only three small bungalows as its business premises. Apart from the wooden sign hanging at the door, it is no different from ordinary people's homes.
Compared with the high-end atmosphere of the county supply and marketing cooperatives, the supply and marketing cooperatives here are not bad at all.
When you open the door, you will see two huge red slogans on the wall: "Develop the economy and ensure supply."
But what caught Zhou Yang's attention the most was another sentence next to it: "It is strictly prohibited to beat or insult customers!"
Good guy, if anyone dared to write this in a store twenty or thirty years later, they would be drowned in saliva.
But this is the case now. Most of the salespersons in supply and marketing cooperatives are on-the-job staff, and their status is much higher than that of ordinary members in the village.
Under such circumstances, salespeople look down on ordinary people and even beat them up.
After looking up and down this supply and marketing cooperative, which looked like a small shop in the countryside, Zhou Yang couldn't help but feel nostalgic and a little surprised.
What makes me nostalgic is that he came to this place many times in his previous life, and he clearly remembers the layout inside. He even has an impression of many of the salespersons here.
Surprisingly, such a small place still shoulders extremely important responsibilities. The supply of materials for tens of thousands of people in more than 60 production teams in eight villages and ten miles of the United Commune relies on these small bungalows.
Since many people choose to buy things after work, even though it is already half past six, the supply and marketing cooperative is still open.
After seeing Zhou Yang come in, a saleswoman in her forties hurriedly greeted with a smile: "It's Zhou Zhiqing here, what do you want to order?"
Zhou Yang had some impressions of this saleswoman. He couldn't remember her name, but people usually called her "Sister Fang". Her natal family was from the Babao Liang Brigade.
"Sister Fang, today the educated youth are having a dinner, I'll bring some wine!" Zhou Yang said with a smile.
"Do you have a drink ticket?"
"Yes, but not much. It seems like it's only a little over a pound!"
"One pound is a lot, why isn't it enough?"
"Sister Fang, you are here too. There are many educated youths in our team. Two taels per person costs four or five kilograms. One kilogram is enough!"
"If you have a ticket, it's 2 cents per pound. If you don't have a ticket, the price is a little more expensive, at least 30 cents!"
"Okay, I have a ticket for one pound and two taels here, and you can give me another five pounds without a ticket!"
"Okay, a total of one dollar and seventy-four cents!"
"I didn't bring a container to hold the wine. Sister Fang, please get me a plastic bucket or something like that to hold the wine. Just calculate the price together!" Zhou Yang said.
"There is no plastic bucket, but there is a ten-pound wine jar. You can take it back first and return it later!"
"Okay! If you have any peanuts, give me two pounds!"
"have!"
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Zhou Yang, who came into the store empty-handed, came out carrying a wine jar and a bulging net bag in his hand.
Although he packed a lot of food, he only spent less than three yuan in total. Zhou Yang couldn't help but sigh that the prices in this era are really so gratifying.
When I rode my bicycle back to the village, it was almost seven o'clock.
However, Zhou Yang did not go to the educated youth center immediately. Instead, he packed a lunch box of stew at home, then took two large steamed buns and went straight to the barn.
Yan Wenhui, the future military boss, is still waiting for him to feed him!
Before delivering the meal, Zhou Yang took out some snacks he had just bought from the supply and marketing cooperative, leaving some for Bao'er and Li Youwei, and grabbed a handful of pinto beans and candy cubes for that little brat Yan Wenhui.
Before going out, Li Youwei packed up a mattress and some old clothes that had been replaced at home, and asked Zhou Yang to take them with them.
When Zhou Yang came to the cattle shed, the little guy was holding grass in the cattle pen!
This is their usual labor task!
In the past, it was done by Yan Gengdong, but now that Yan Gengdong is in hospital, the task of feeding the cows has fallen to Yan Wenhui.
Although he doesn't have to work, it's just that if he doesn't work, he won't have work points, and if he doesn't have work points, he won't be able to share the food in the fall, and he will go hungry.
Therefore, although this little kid from the Yan family is only 7 years old this year, he still accepted this task wisely.
Seeing Zhou Yang coming over, the kid's eyes suddenly lit up, but he didn't come over. Instead, he looked around cautiously.
When he found that there was no one else, he came over.
To be honest, the cautious energy that the little guy shows now is far beyond that of his peers.
But while Zhou Yang admired him, he felt more distressed.
Such a young child should be full of innocence and innocence, but his face is full of maturity. This kind of maturity should not appear in a child.
"Uncle Zhou, you are here!"
"Well, you must be hungry. Eat quickly!"
"It's... not bad!"
"This mattress and clothes are from my family. You can lay them under me at night to avoid catching a cold!"
"Thank you, Uncle Zhou!"
"Well, take care of yourself, I'm leaving!"
After saying that, Zhou Yang rushed to the educated youth spot carrying the wine jar and other food.
As soon as he came out of the stable, Zhou Yang met two middle-aged men.
These two men were both young men in the village. They were holding wooden sticks and flashlights in their hands. It was obvious that they were here to keep vigil.
These animals are the most important asset of the production team, so every night the village sends two young men to keep vigil here.
The personnel are one person from each team of the fourth and fifth teams, and the whole village's young and strong people take turns!
"Uncle Zhang, Uncle Chen, are you going to keep vigil tonight?" Zhou Yang took the lead in greeting.
"It's Zhou Zhiqing, why are you here so late?" the middle-aged man named Zhang asked in surprise.
Zhou Yang didn't hide it, and immediately replied: "Isn't it that the man in the cattle pen was injured? My father was worried that the child would starve to death, so he asked him to bring some food."
"Well, Secretary Li has a good heart. If it were someone else, who would care about his life or death!" Zhang Tieniu said with a smile.
"No matter what, if any of the brats starves to death on the team, the reputation of our Babao Liang Brigade will be ruined!" Chen Fugui said holding a dry tobacco pot on the side.
"My father is also worried about this. Although they are all people who have made mistakes, the superiors have sent people to our brigade after all. We can't torture people to death no matter what!" Zhou Yang said with a smile.
"That's true, but I heard that the man was seriously injured. I don't know if he can survive!" Zhang Tieniu said.
"We sent him to the hospital and performed surgery on him. Whether he can survive or not depends on his luck."
Then Zhou Yang said again: "Uncle Zhang, Uncle Chen, today the educated youth are having a dinner, and they are waiting for me to come over, so I won't talk to you anymore!"
"Then go quickly!" they both said at the same time.
After watching Zhou Yang leave, Zhang Tieniu said with emotion: "Apart from the fact that Zhou Zhiqing can't bear the hardships, everything else is good. It's a pity that he stays in our village!"
"What a pity. I have my father-in-law who is the branch secretary to take care of me. No matter how bad things are, my life is better than that of the two of us. It's really easy to live with carrots and worry less!"
"That's true. I heard that Zhou Zhiqing bought more than a hundred kilograms of pork last night. Is it true?"
"It's not pork, it's just bones that no one wants!"
"The bones are good, it's better than pickled vegetables and steamed buns!"
"It's delicious, but it's too expensive. It's more than 40 yuan, and he's really willing to..."
"You don't care whether people want to part with it or not..."
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