After the performance, everyone declined the kindness of the third uncle to stay for dinner, and went to the market with the flow of people. The bazaar is located on the main street in the center of the commune, at the intersection of the east, west, north and south streets, and there are several tall and spacious brick houses in the four corners, which are the stores of the supply and marketing cooperatives.

On the front edge of the house is painted with red paint in large letters:

"Great Leader *** Longevity"

"Long live the Communist Party of China"

"Serving the people"

Dazhai of Agriculture"

Yoyo followed the adults to visit the store one by one, the northeast corner is the local product store, the big pot and the small altar coarse porcelain bowl, the thick and thin hemp rope long bamboo pole, the pots and pans are placed on the ground, there are not many people who buy things, come in and look around and go out.

In the southeast corner is the grocery store, where there are several kinds of food in the counter, such as canned food, candy, and snacks, but the food has no expiration date label and is sold very little. There are very few types of wine, only bottled Jingzhi Baigan and Erguotou. But the people of the village generally buy loose liquor, put it in a large jar, and use a funnel to fill it into the bottle that the buyer has brought with him.

Tobacco, wine, sugar and tea are sparsely placed on the counter, soy sauce and vinegar are packed in a large vat that is almost one person high, and a porcelain basin is placed on the cylinder head, and two grapes and a plastic funnel are placed in the basin, one pound of large grapes and half a pound of small grapes. The salty salt, which was mixed with thick and fine salt, was stacked in sacks, except for the top bag, which was about the size of peanuts.

Someone asked, "Do you have sugar?"

"Yes, there are white sugar and brown sugar, there are few people who bought it just after the New Year, and there is still a lot of supply left this month, so buy it quickly if you have a ticket. The salesman's enthusiastic answer was not as bad as described in the online novels in later generations.

A group of children lay in front of the glass counter, squeezing to see the hard fruit candy in the tray, and occasionally one bought, 12 candy cubes for a dime, if you want to buy five cents, you can't sell it anymore.

The southwest corner is a department store, there are many kinds of various items, twenty or thirty kinds of cloth are placed horizontally and vertically on the counter and shelves, people are crowded indiscriminately, they don't buy it and touch it with their hands, and their mouths are still commenting: "This cloth is strong (strong)." ”

"I can't buy a bone tie, and this year's cloth ticket hasn't been issued yet. ”

There are also needles and threads, towels, socks, rain boots, rubber shoes and hats, soap, soap, soap, laundry detergent, balsam, horse oil, and clam oil, although these do not require tickets, not many people buy them.

Yoyo squeezed into the counter and looked in at the counter, neither of them was enough. Haven't you seen the supply and marketing cooperatives in this period, and you have the opportunity to witness it with your own eyes, and you can't enjoy it.

was busy taking pictures of Youyou, and suddenly heard Didi's screaming. "Grandma, I'm hungry! Mom, I'm hungry!" looked at the time in the space, it was eleven forty-five.

I ate at seven o'clock in the morning, which was almost five hours, no wonder Didi shouted that he was hungry, you must know that he was only a two-year-old child, and he was hungry very quickly.

Yoyo squeezed out of the crowd and took Grandma's hand. "Grandma, it's eleven forty-five, let's go home. ”

Grandma asked strangely, "Yoyo, how do you know it's eleven forty-five? There is no clock here." ”

Grandma's voice was a little loud, and there was a staff member next to him, who happened to be wearing a watch, and he was also deliberately showing off, he deliberately stretched out his wrist, glanced at it, and said in surprise: "This child is really godly, and the time to say it is just right, not a bad point." ”

His shouting attracted people's attention, and everyone looked at the little Youyou, which was also strange, and asked grandma: "How old is your child?"

"I'm so old, I don't know what time it is, not even a child. ”

Yoyo patted his head, getting carried away, forgetting the habits of this era. Due to the lack of various timers, people are accustomed to looking at the sky to estimate the time. The words are also used: morning, morning, afternoon, evening, midnight, a bag of cigarettes.

Very few people will say what time it is, only people with watches will say it, with a little bit of ostentation.

Grandma also wondered, otherwise how could she use a loud voice for everyone to hear. Youyou had no choice but to talk nonsense: "When I saw the alarm clock at my uncle's house in the third year of junior high school, I knew the time." ”

Grandma patted her chest, "It turned out that your uncle and grandfather taught it, everyone treats the boy when they see him, just his rare daughter, who has the patience to teach you." ”

Dad looked at Youyou and asked in a low voice, "Girl, it's been a few days, you can still calculate what time it is." ”

Yoyo replied helplessly: "I don't know either." ”

Dad listened to her answer, visibly relieved.

Grandma picked up Didi and walked out, "Didi is hungry, grandma buys buns for me Didi to eat." ”

There is also a large house in the south of the department store is the People's Hotel, and a wall more than half a person high in the middle is divided into two rooms. Outside, there are several dining tables and benches, and a small chalkboard hanging on the wall has the names and prices of the meals written in chalk.

You took a closer look at it, and sighed in my heart: things in this era are really cheap. Meat buns are two cents a piece, meat buns are a dime a piece, and food stamps are not required. The biscuits cost five cents a piece, and two taels of food stamps. Steamed buns cost four cents a piece, and two taels of food stamps. The noodles are a dime and a large bowl, and the bowl of egg soup is only a dime.

Grandma bought five meat buns and gave one to each brother and sister, and the remaining two were wrapped in cloth towels and taken home for grandpa to eat.

You looked at the white flour meat bun in his hand, it was really big, no smaller than his own mixed bread.

I took a careful bite, and the skin of the bun on the outside was quite thick, but the soup soaked in the meat filling on the skin was fragrant and delicious.

The filling inside is filled with pork and green onion vermicelli, and the meat has to take up half of it, and the meat filling is wrapped in a ball. There is a lot of fat in it, and the oily juice fills the whole bun, just like the soup dumplings of later generations.

You carefully sucked a sip of the soup, it was very delicious, and the labeled wild boar in later generations was definitely not comparable.

Before Yoyo recovered from the delicacy, he heard his brother say, "Grandma, let's be half of each other." ”

Dad saw Grandma refusing, so he followed and persuaded: "Mom, you can continue, Haohao is not young, and it is a good thing to know that filial piety to the elderly." ”

Yoyo hurriedly handed his bun to his mother, "Mom, you can eat it too, it's so fragrant." ”

Didi then handed the bun to his father, "Dad, you eat mine." ”

Mom and Dad took the bun, pretended to take a bite, and handed the bun to the siblings.

"It's delicious, you two hurry up and eat it, it won't taste good when it's cold for a while." ”

Stationery and office supplies are also here, mainly pen, ink and paper. The practice book of the field grid and the arithmetic book of the horizontal partition used by the students are a dime, and the composition text of the small square is 1 cent and 3 a.

There are two kinds of pencils, the same length, the thick chopstick-like thickness is 3 cents, and the thin one is 2 cents smaller, which is very uncomfortable to use.

There are also two kinds of large sheets of white paper, the thick one is 7 cents, and the thin one is also called water curtain paper (metaphorically transparent like a water curtain) 5 cents.

The children crowded in front of the counter where the villain books were kept, holding pennies and dimes in their hands, shouting loudly.

"I want a copy of Tunnel Warfare. ”

"I want "Crossing the River". ”

"I want "Little Soldier Zhang Ga". ”

Hao Hao reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the villain book, took out his 2 dimes of New Year's money, bought 2 pieces of water curtain paper, 2 pencils thick and thin, and asked for a 2 cent eraser, a total of 1 cent and 7 cents.

He took the 3 cents coin that the salesman had retrieved, carefully put it into his pocket, and carefully folded the white paper into 32 small squares. took out a thick pencil and handed it to Youyou: "Sister, this thick one is for you, and my brother will teach you to write." ”

Yoyo took the pencil handed by his brother, and his face was full of inflow, and the orphan Yoyo's cold and hard heart since he was a child was moved to the ground at this moment.

In the later life, the gifts you received were all treasures, but in her heart, they couldn't keep up with the preciousness of this 3-cent pencil. It is also this pencil tip that is less than 3 centimeters long, which has been cherished for a lifetime.

To the north of the bookstore is the Raw Materials Hardware Store, which is filled with shovels, hoes, sickles, wires of different thicknesses, nails of different sizes, and plastic sheets of different thicknesses.

The northernmost room has an outward-facing window, and a dozen or so women outside line up to buy colors (dyes), holding lists with types and quantities in their hands, exchanging patterns and experiences with each other in weaving.

I was tired and couldn't walk, and I didn't find the slightest opportunity to make a fortune. Think about the almighty protagonist in the time-traveling novels I have read in the past, and then think about the welfare of my crossing, I hate myself for being stupid.

On the side of the street at the intersection, there are also many people who set up stalls, selling small quantities of eggs, cabbage, turnips, and home-woven coarse cloth, as well as handmade shoes and socks. People spread a bag or basket on the ground, put what they were selling inside, sat in the back, and waited for customers to come to the door, with little shouting and shouting.

The family went around the stores, except for a few steamed buns and stationery bought by my brother, and didn't buy anything else, and soon went home.