Before Lin Xiaojin could reflect it, he felt like stepping on cotton and stepping on the ocean, floating, floating, floating......

When Lin Xiaojin was down-to-earth and opened his eyes, he saw a scorching sun.

He hurriedly put his hand in front of his forehead, squinting his eyes and looking around. In front of you is the hustle and bustle of the streets, the breathless hot air, mixed with the smell of moldy vegetables.

"Where is this?" The most pressing question facing Lin Xiaojin is: where is this place, and what date and time is it.

Lin Xiaojin thought to himself: These three tasks of "earning a dollar" are quite easy, because Lin Xiaojin feels that the location of being teleported this time is still within the scope of Huaxia Kingdom. Otherwise, it would be a tragedy to teleport him to the Indian Asan or the African jungle cannibal tribe or something. It's okay now, Lin Xiaojin at least knows that others can understand what he says.

Lin Xiaojin must first get a dollar. To get a dollar, he must at least understand where he is and what period of history it is.

Lin Xiaojin still remembers very well that this task of earning a dollar cannot be begged or picked up, it must be earned by doing things for others.

If this were in 2011, it would be great. It costs more than a dollar to help someone polish their shoes. It costs at least five or six yuan to send a courier or something.

"Ding Bang Bang-" The ringing of a dilapidated bicycle came into Lin Xiaojin's ears, quickly shattering his sweet dream - the streets were full of dilapidated houses, and even buildings above six floors could not be seen; On the road, except for bicycles and tricycles, there are not even electric bicycles; I can't see a single tunic, short-sleeved shirt, or even a T-shirt......

Based on the impressions of the movies and television he has watched, Lin Xiaojin estimates that the time point he has traveled to has not even reached 1980.

Suddenly, Lin Xiaojin's heart was half cold. He had studied history and knew the economic situation of each period: before 1980, in the countryside, a farmer could not earn more than five dimes a day. In the city, whether it is a cadre or an ordinary worker, the salary is less than 20 yuan a month. That is, you will not earn more than seven dimes a day.

Lin Xiaojin's heart suddenly tightened: In this historical period, one dollar is equivalent to two days' income of a farmer, and it is equivalent to a worker's income for one and a half days. Thinking about it, the first mission was simple, and the first mission was to be transported to a hot pot restaurant in the nineties. At that time, a dollar was no longer worth much.

And this mission, compared to the cave that was teleported to Western Shaanxi Province last time, its difficulty is almost comparable. It's troublesome now, can't you really be a "God of Wealth Commissioner"? Do you really want to say goodbye to all kinds of anti-heavenly abilities? Is it time for me to go back to the miserable life of masturbation?

At this moment, a fragrant smell of scallion oil entered Lin Xiaojin's nostrils. Lin Xiaojin's stomach also "gurgling" with the smell of scallion oil.

Today at home, I ate noodles for dinner. There is an old saying that "the face is dusk, and the hungry are half the night". Now, Lin Xiaojin's stomach is hungry. When I was hungry at this time, I suddenly smelled this fragrance, and naturally I couldn't help it.

Lin Xiaojin touched his stomach and immediately walked in the direction of the fragrance, it turned out that it was a stall selling "radish cakes".

"Radish cake" is a traditional snack in the Jiangnan area, and it is very simple to make. It is to scoop half a spoonful of flour paste into an oval-shaped iron spoon, then use chopsticks to put a thin shredded radish with chopsticks, then pour a layer of flour paste, and fry it in an oil pan until golden brown. The shredded radish mixed with chopped green onions, the flour that is charred on the outside and fragrant on the inside, how can it not make people salivate!

Lin Xiaojin has also eaten the "radish cake" in the canteen, but compared to the food on the side of the road with the smell of scallion oil in the seventies and eighties, its appeal is far less.

Lin Xiaojin wiped his saliva, pointed to the radish cake, and stretched out two fingers to the old lady who was setting up the stall. The old aunt immediately understood what he meant, took two pieces of oiled paper cut into the size of her palm, skillfully wrapped two freshly cooked radish cakes, handed them to him, and did not forget to tell him: "Young man, be careful of scalding." ”

Lin Xiaojin's one hand had already touched the hot oiled paper, and the other hand touched his pocket, and he subconsciously asked, "How much?" ”

"Two cents and one piece, a total of four cents, plus one or two food stamps." The old lady replied with a smile.

At this time, Lin Xiaojin's hand touching his pocket suddenly froze. Then he withdrew his hand, which had already touched the oiled paper, and went to pick out the other trouser pocket. Damn, both pockets are empty. He clearly remembered that he still had dozens of dollars in his pocket. I guess this is another perverted request of Grandpa Fortune.

Lin Xiaojin guessed correctly, in order to let Lin Xiaojin complete the task fairly, all the money that Lin Xiaojin was carrying was temporarily confiscated by Grandpa Caishen.

Lin Xiaojin recalled that in the last two missions, he really hadn't spent a penny, so he didn't pay attention to the confiscation of the money in his pocket.

The old aunt who had been waiting thought that Lin Xiaojin didn't have food stamps on her. So, she looked around secretly, and then whispered, "Young man, don't you have any food stamps?" Or you'll pay me two cents more, and forget about the food stamps." ”

In a special historical period, food stamps are a must. And this kind of behavior of accepting banknotes without authorization and exempting food stamps is also a kind of "speculation". So, after the old aunt finished speaking, she glanced around nervously, afraid of being discovered.

At this moment, Lin Xiaojin's face turned even redder. Although he is not the successor of the "four newcomers" and the all-round development of "morality, intelligence, physical fitness, beauty and labor", he really can't do it without paying for food.

Lin Xiaojin's face was purple, and it took a long time for him to say a sentence from between his teeth: "I...... I don't want it. With that, he turned around and left. As he walked, he imagined the disdainful gaze of the old lady behind him that shot like an arrow......

What can I do now? He doesn't have a "point" on his body, but he wants to earn a hundred "points". And judging from the fact that the radish cake only costs two cents, Lin Xiaojin is once again convinced that the age when he was teleported was at least before 1980.

At this time, a peculiar musty smell came from the corner of the street. It looks like it's a scrap yard. There are all kinds of old goods piled up like hills. There were discarded books and newspapers, rags and rotten cotton, and stenching cow bones and pig bones......

A thought immediately flashed in Lin Xiaojin's mind: to pick up rags and make money. However, with his intelligence, he soon realized that wanting to earn a dollar by picking up rags in just an hour was the equivalent of hoping for pie in the sky. If they could really earn a dollar by picking up rags in an hour, then the worker's uncle and the farmer's uncle would all go to the sea to pick up the rags.