Qi Shufang felt that it was necessary to maintain a relationship with the Mao family, and she couldn't use someone else once and throw it away, maybe she would have to ask someone to do something in the future, so this pheasant of more than three catties was given to the Mao family. She didn't have anything else, the only thing she could get her hands on was game, and for the Mao family, game was more useful than anything else.

Mao Hongjun and Zhao Honghua both went to work, Mao's mother and seven-year-old grandson Mao Xiaoguo were at home, and when they saw the pheasant, they were so happy that they couldn't close their mouths, and they were busy giving their grandson five taels of food stamps and two cents and five cents to buy two big meat buns and a fritter to entertain Qi Shufang.

Qi Shufang knew that the food of the people in the city was rationed, so of course she would not accept it without a smile, so she hurriedly excused herself and said that she had eaten.

Not only is it said in the book, but Qi Shufang usually sees that ten ** people will not eat at other people's homes, and the red and white ceremonial banquet that can't be shirked will bring their own rations.

Mao's mother smiled: "With that meat, there is more oil and water, and there is less food to eat. So, I can still get a pound of food stamps. The last time you came, I didn't treat you well, and I can't do that again this time. That pheasant is much more expensive than two buns, Mao's mother said and picked up the big meat buns and fritters that her little grandson bought and stuffed them for Qi Shufang, and put a bowl of porridge mixed with dried sweet potatoes and brown rice, and brought out a small plate of pickles.

Besides, she did go out after breakfast, and she was not very hungry now, so she handed a meat bun to Mao Xiaoguo, who was drooling, and broke half of the fritters to Mao's mother.

In this era, there was no □□bleaching, the bun skin was very soft, but not too white, and the flour color of pure natural wheat after the bran was removed. Much whiter than black, a little blacker than white, no, it's not appropriate to describe it as black, it should be slightly yellowish black. Because it is handmade and dough, the skin is rolled by hand, and the bun skin is very strong and the taste is great!

The amount of pork belly filling is very sufficient, pure meat filling, oily and watery, take a bite, the mouth is full of meat fragrance, Qi Shufang eats in small bites, carefully distinguishes the seasonings, there are green onions, ginger and pepper powder, star anise powder.

The fritters are golden in color, not too crisp, not swollen enough, but have a good taste.

No pollution is the greatest happiness of this era.

Every time Qi Shufang eats these delicious foods, she has a reverence and cherishing mentality.

With a beautiful breakfast, Qi Shufang asked Mao's mother, and found the only bookstore in the county, which belongs to the state-run, there are very few books in it, and the books that are listed as reactionary are not one, most of them are all kinds of red treasure books, different versions, different sizes, large ones have 4 open, small ones have 512 open, but the most common ones are 32 open and 100 open, 128 open three, there is a common point is the red plastic cover, there are also red cloth surface, red silk surface and red leather surface, the latter number is very small.

"Serve the people. Comrade, what kind of books to buy?" The bookstore salesman who was wiping the red treasure book saw Qi Shufang enter the door, carefully wiped the red treasure book, and stepped forward to greet her, and the exit was the leader's quotation.

Under the blazing gaze of the salesperson, Qi Shufang suddenly remembered the buzzwords that people met in this era, but she hadn't read the red treasure book, and she didn't remember any classic quotations. Comrade, I would like to invite a red treasure book home to carefully observe and study. ”

The salesman nodded, and the sternness on his face subsided, "The Chinese people have stood up from now on!" There are various versions of the Red Book here, which one do you ask to go back?"

Qi Shufang vigorously recalled the classic quotations that the leader passed down to later generations and was widely known, and remembered, "All reactionaries are paper tigers." I would like to ask this Ruby Book to go back. She pointed to the 64-carat Ruby Book, the kind with a red plastic cover, which was beautifully printed, and the rest of the covers were more expensive, and she didn't plan to buy them.

"The enemy of learning is self-satisfaction, and to learn something seriously, you must start from not being complacent! ”

Qi Shufang really couldn't remember a lot of quotations, didn't speak, took the red treasure book, looked at other books, and suddenly found that there were three sets of mathematics, physics and chemistry self-study books in the corner, which were already full of dust. Remembering that the country opened the door to the university seven years later, it is recorded in history that this set of books played an extremely important role in the college entrance examination in 1977, and Qi Shufang hurriedly paid for it.

A set of seventeen volumes, namely four volumes of Algebra, four volumes of Physics, four volumes of Chemistry, two volumes of Plane Geometry, one volume of Solid Geometry, one volume of Plane Analytic Geometry, and one volume of Trigonometry.

Qi Shufang wants to take the college entrance examination, and she must prepare in advance.

He Jianguo is a college student, a genuine college student, studying railway and bridge engineering design, she only has a junior Chinese program, the asymmetry of academic qualifications seems to be irrelevant now, and when the door of the college entrance examination is opened, the difference between high education and low education will be obvious, and she must constantly enrich herself! She also does not want to spend her life in the countryside to shave food.

Qi Shufang clenched her fists, full of ambition, she must be admitted to university! As a woman, she must be independent, have an independent economy, have a certain social status, and cannot be dependent on a man for the rest of her life.

She also wanted to buy textbooks for junior high school and high school, and planned to study them from scratch, but unfortunately there were no such textbooks in the bookstore, and the salesperson kindly told her: "Embezzlement and waste are great crimes! You can go to the scrap yard and ask, where there are often scraps, in addition to broken copper and iron, there are also a lot of old books, which are sent to the paper mill to make pulp." ”

"Long live the people! Thank you, comrade, for your advice. Qi Shufang racked her brains to think of such a sentence, asked what were the textbooks for junior high school and high school, ran away with the books she bought, and if she continued, she really couldn't remember.

Hey, a spark can start a prairie fire, and this is also one of the quotes, which can be used when facing the staff of the scrapyard.

Qi Shufang rode her bicycle to the scrap yard and said to the staff there: "Embezzlement and waste are great crimes! Comrade, I would like to ask if there are any old textbooks here? The leaders of the country told us that we need to study hard and make progress every day, so I want to find a few books to study by myself and strive not to be illiterate." ”

The staff here didn't say any quotations, but directly opened the waste warehouse, stood at the door and said: "It's all there, you find it yourself, and after you find it, you weigh it, and the price of old books and waste paper is the same, a penny a pound." ”

Qi Shufang was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked her.

Stepping into the warehouse, Qi Shufang sneezed involuntarily, it was too messy, the air was full of dust, all the waste products were piled up, in order to facilitate the use of waste, they were all stacked in different categories, broken copper was a pile, rotten iron was a pile, wood was a pile, waste paper was a pile, and other miscellaneous things were a pile.

Books and waste paper are in the same pile.

Qi Shufang swept it with her mental power, and soon found the textbooks she needed, in addition to junior high school and high school textbooks, she also found a set of primary school textbooks and a set of local university textbooks, and also found half a set of mathematics, physics and chemistry self-study books.

Qi Shufang couldn't help but find a few more classical masterpieces, all of which were simplified characters engraved in modern times, and she couldn't recognize all the traditional characters.

I usually don't have an entertainment life, but it's good to read some books, and I have poetry and books in my belly. I just don't know if these famous books can be taken out, as if they are in one of the ranks of the four olds, Qi Shufang pressed these books to the bottom, and there are textbooks on top.

When looking for books, Qi Shufang remembered that it was recorded in the history books that this era destroyed countless valuable cultural heritages, countless antique calligraphy and paintings were smashed and burned, and many cultural relics in the museum were found from scrap yards. It's a pity that she can know some gold, silver and jewelry, appreciate antiques, calligraphy and painting is not at all, and I don't know if there are these things at the scrap yard where she is located.

Even so, she relied on the magic of her mental power to turn out two silk calligraphy and paintings that looked good and had the seals of ancient masters, removed the scrolls, and sandwiched them in the textbooks to prepare to be smuggled out.

I don't know if this calligraphy and painting is true or false, after all, people in my own country have been very good at copycat art since ancient times.

Achieved the goal, Qi Shufang didn't look at anything else, anyway, she couldn't recognize the good things, and was about to pick up a thick stack of books to go out, but the spiritual power that she didn't take back suddenly swept into the scrap iron heap There is something she recognizes.

It is a pair of old silver bracelets, plain and naked, without the slightest pattern, and without the brilliance of silver, but black and iron-like, obviously oxidized, it looks very inconspicuous, and it does not look like a bracelet, a bit like a bull's nose ring. But silver is silver, and iron gives Qi Shufang a completely different feeling.

She took out a slender stick from the pile of wood and hooked the bracelet out, and her hand was heavy, to say the least, several or two.

The staff of the scrap collection station didn't care, and sold it to Qi Shufang at a price of five cents of wrought iron, the two bracelets were eight taels in total, and she was charged four cents, and the books were forty-one and a half pounds, and the staff charged her four cents and one, a total of four cents and five.

The staff didn't look at the books that Qi Shufang had shipped out, and she successfully brought the classical classics home.

Before entering the door, Wang Chunling stood in the fence courtyard and said, "Shufang, you have a good time with Yaowu, have you heard?"

"What?" Qi Shufang didn't understand.

"What else can there be! Ask Wu to write a letter to the leader for her second master, saying that she is a lonely old man, no children and no daughters, and now her life is difficult, she can't continue, and she asks for support, and the leader really sent 300 yuan to the second master who wants Wu!"