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10 Time Travel 1972

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    On the first day of work, I almost failed to complete the task.  Ruihe's two team members are named Zhang Cuipei and Zhang Tianci. The former is from the next village and the latter is from Shangmei Village. They are both older than Ruihe.  Zhang Cuibei seems to be very happy and able to take on tasks, and she has the final say in the group.  The three of them first went to the bamboo forest to cut bamboo together, then cut bamboo slices together, and then separated to tie bamboo baskets.  There is no easier task than cutting bamboo slices or making bamboo baskets. Each one requires someone to do it.

    Zhang Cuili arranged for Zhang Tianci to continue chopping bamboo. She was responsible for cutting the bamboo slices for Rui He to tie.  "I saw you this morning. The basket you made is very nice and strong."

    Zhang Tianci didn¡¯t want to go out anymore after chopping twice. It was too hot outside, but his cutting speed was very slow. It took some time to get used to it, and it took half an hour in the end.

    It was already seven o'clock when I got home. After dinner, Ruihe fell down to sleep. When the gong sounded, he still felt that he had not slept enough, and his hands were so sore.  The life-threatening factory life lasted for a whole month. The cargo truck left the village every other day, transporting goods batch after batch. After these large orders in the factory were finally completed, the workers  I was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

    When the last batch of goods was sent out, Rui He was named by the steward to go with him.

    "After delivery, I will have a day off tomorrow!"

    Just like that, three months after coming to this world, Ruihe left the village for the first time.  There was a bicycle in the factory, and the old workers who could ride bicycles were the first to carry the bamboo baskets. The remaining large quantities were pulled by oxcarts. Ruihe sat on the outside edge of the oxcart and supported the pile behind him, which was higher than one person.  Bamboo basket, swaying towards the city.

    Along the way, Ruihe looked around with wide eyes at the pedestrians wearing gray clothes.  Some were carrying backpacks, and some were carrying baskets.  Children were laughing and running past. A girl fell down but did not cry. She got up and continued to chase: "Brother, wait for me! Brother!"

    Ruihe watched intently until the girl's voice disappeared on the dusty dirt road.  He turned his head and saw a shop on the side of the road that said "Patriotic Kueh Chee Shop". It was said to be a Kuey Chee shop, but in fact there was a sign next to it that said "Kuih Chee", "Char Kuey", "Soup Noodles", etc. in big letters, indicating what it sold.  Quite a few.  He swallowed unconsciously after thinking for a moment.

    Kueh juice is a local specialty. It is steamed thin slices made from rice flour slurry ground with glutinous rice and water. It is cut into triangular pieces and cooked like noodles. Braised dried tofu, yuba, braised pork belly and  Braised pig fat intestines, pork rice noodles and other items, the kueh juice tastes smooth and chewy, and the soup has the rich aroma of both rice and marinade.

    Just by exploring Zhang Xiaoshan's memories, Ruihe drooled all over the floor and felt his stomach growling.

    That store is state-owned. In fact, when it is open for one day, it also serves late-night snacks.  Food stamps are required for meals. A bowl of kueh juice costs 30 cents and two taels of food stamps.

    Now Ruihe doesn¡¯t have a penny on him.  Zhang Dashan and his wife kept all the tickets at home, and he didn't have any of them.  Even if there was, he would not be willing to eat such a bowl of kueh gravy with rich ingredients.

    He looked at it for a long time, and his eyes were still there after the bullock cart passed by. Mingyong, who was riding in the same cart, smiled and said, "Want to try it? It's more affordable to cook it at home. You can use your food stamps to buy some glutinous rice and bring it to the village."  The tofu mill costs only a penny per kilogram, and you can make rice noodle paste at home."

    Rui He smiled and nodded: "Okay." He now knows how to get food stamps, so he will not rush to ask where to get food stamps.

    "Well, it's better than before. I remember when I was a kid, there were a lot of breakfast stalls and late night snack stalls on the roadside, and a bowl of kueh juice only cost a dime." Ming Yong sighed, "It's not like now, you have to use whatever you buy to eat.  Ticket. Alas!" He is already twenty-seven years old, it is easy to get married!  Recently, he has to work overtime and purchase wedding supplies. He is so tired that he has lost weight.

    In this era of the world, there are really many things that surprise Ruihe.  For example, this ticket is completely unheard of.  He rummaged through Zhang Xiaoshan's memory. It seemed that in another five or six years, what kind of "reform and opening up" would there be?  After that, the country began to undergo great changes. First, cloth stamps were cancelled, and then grain and oil stamps were cancelled. When Zhang Xiaoshan was thirty-seven, all stamps disappeared. You can buy many things with money in the market. As long as you have money, you can buy whatever you like.  .

    Ruihe plans to save a lot of money before he can buy what he wants.  Like a house, it is imperative to separate the family, but the house at home is also very old. It is the house left by the original owner's parents, and it must be more than thirty years old.

    ¡°And after reading Zhang Xiaoshan¡¯s memories, he knew that the world in the future would develop even better, with peace and prosperity. These were scenery that Ruihe had never seen before. He wanted to take a look and learn from it.  As long as he works hard??Apologise quickly.

    "It doesn't matter, just watch the road carefully." The young woman smiled and walked towards the other road.  Ruihe followed her and saw a woman at a counter saying, "Give me a handkerchief, the kind that is pink and reflects the lotus."

    "Hey Xiaoshan!"

    Ruihe turned his head, and Mingyong was looking at him in surprise: "You came to the department store too?" Seeing Ruihe's confused look, Mingyong strode over and grabbed him: "Follow me, don't get stuck here.  .Why are you here too? What do you want to buy?"

    "I took a look, and they haven't been here either."

    Mingyong smiled: "Come on, follow me. We will go back together in a while."

    So Ruihe followed Mingyong to a counter. The counter was full of boxes and bottles, and the tip of his nose was filled with a strong aroma.  "Honoka said she wanted to buy hair oil. Why should I use it on my hair in this summer? It's so greasy! Oh."

    The salesperson smiled and said: "This is osmanthus hair oil. Apply it to your hair after washing. It will make your hair black, shiny and moisturized. It also smells delicious. It costs 80 cents a bottle. Do you want it?"

    Mingyong gritted his teeth: "Give me a bottle."

    Ruihe stood aside and looked at the things on the counter curiously, thinking that it was very similar to the rouge that the little maids bought from the sellers at the back door. It turns out that the girls here also have to dress up.

    "Let's go over there and take a look. I also want to buy two enamel jars with happy characters on them."

    Ruihe nodded and followed Mingyong to other counters. After an hour of shopping, it was an eye-opener for him, and he was still thinking about it when he returned to the village.  Mingyong smiled: "It's always like this the first time I come here. When I entered the department store for the first time, I didn't even know where to put my eyes. It'll be fine once I get used to it."

    "Um."

    The oxcart moved forward slowly, and the orange-red setting sun hung in the distant sky. Ruihe covered his eyes with his hands and half-squinted his eyes, as if the rays of light penetrated into his heart through his eyes, painting his heart with bright colors.  He is full of expectations for the future.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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