Zhang Zhao looked at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery around him as he walked, and the future and reality flashed alternately in his mind and in front of him. This large area of red-brick bungalows, known as the Banfang, is a public house built by the company itself, with a four- or five-meter-high lifting frame, a herringbone asbestos tile roof, and an old chimney on the roof that has been abandoned and unused.

Between the rows are small pieces of footpaths paved with diamond-patterned floor tiles, and unlike the winding alleys in some old photos, the alleys here are wide and neat. If it weren't for the small houses built privately in each yard, it would really affect the aesthetics, and even have a sense of déjà vu of a townhouse.

Between every two rows of houses is a straight four-lane asphalt road, planted with poplar saplings on the side of the road, and of course there is not a single private car that can be seen everywhere after 30 years, but there is a Suzuki 125 motorcycle parked in the open field, and the back seat of the motorcycle is covered with a rag full of oil, which is the car of Zhang Fatzi, who kills pigs and sells meat.

This is the most scolded monopoly state-owned enterprise Huaguo Petroleum in later generations, oh no, it should still be the residential area of Jinzhou Petroleum No. 6 Plant under the Ministry of Petroleum Industry.

After walking for about 10 minutes and turning two corners, Zhang Zhao came to the non-staple food store on Xingye Street.

It is a small detached two-storey building with shops downstairs and office areas upstairs. The small building is divided in half by a wall, but there is a common gate, and the left and right sides of the gate are hung with the door signs of "Xingyeli State-owned Grain Station" and "Xingyeli Non-staple Food Store" respectively.

The door number is made of wood, with a slightly raised side and a simple style with black letters on a white background, and this kind of plaque can only be seen at the door of some government offices where multiple departments work together 30 years later.

Compared with the deserted grocery store on the right, there is a long queue at the door of the grain station, and everyone is holding a grain book with a red plastic cover in their hands and a white cloth bag in their hands - at this time, there are no plastic bags to use for food and vegetables. A grain station worker wearing khaki overalls at the door looked through the grain book, then used a red and blue pencil to scratch the month of the grain book, and then let the people in.

There are only three kinds of grain: rice, white flour and yellow flour (coarse cornmeal), which are placed in open grain cabinets made of iron sheets, and there are two white iron sheets, one large and one small, on the full pile of grain.

In addition to the scale of rice noodles in the grain station, there are two pressurized edible oil vending machines painted green, the staff looked at the grain book, and then adjusted the scale on a scale on the oil vending machine, and lifted and pressed a handle similar to a bicycle handlebar next to it, and the dark yellow soybean oil was injected into the glass bottle that had been prepared long ago.

Zhang Zhao looked at it for a while, then turned around and walked into the non-staple food store next to him. It mainly sells condiments and daily necessities, and the glass counter made of angle iron is sparsely stocked with samples and price tags.

Compared to the long queue of grain stations, this place is much more deserted, and many counters are empty. There were only six or seven people in line at the soy sauce stall, and a middle-aged man with black-rimmed plastic glasses was arguing with an impatient salesperson at the front.

"If you like to buy, you can buy, if you don't buy it, you will get out, and the board will be closed in 20 minutes, and the comrades in the back can't buy anything, and you will be counted as you?" Because of the relative abundance of materials, the salesmen of this era are no longer as popular as in the 6th and 70s, but after all, they are still employees of state-owned enterprises who guarantee income during drought and flood, and their eyes are all on the top of their heads.

"I want to buy it, but you won't sell it to me!" The man with glasses lowered his head and spoke softly, but he resolutely refused to move away, and it didn't seem to be easy to mess with.

"Nonsense, I only have one, half and three taels of grapes here, you can beat half a catty, six taels or eight taels, you have to play seven taels of vinegar, isn't this playing with me?" The saleswoman glared and said without concession.

"Girl, why don't you use the scale next to you to make an appointment with him!" said a waiting grandmother who was a little anxious.

"I don't know how to look at the scales!" the salesman said confidently: "And this guy just deliberately wants to take advantage of the public, last time he didn't have change to find him, he gave him an extra tael of soy sauce, and then he became addicted, and he wanted to come to play seven taels of soy sauce and vinegar every three or five times." ”

"I just had 7 cents left, and I didn't ...... it on purpose" Seeing the people around him move their eyes to him, the man with glasses changed his words a little embarrassed: "If it doesn't work, give me half a pound of vinegar, okay?"

The salesman snorted coldly and said: "I won't sell it this time! Look at you wearing glasses, looking at Si Swenwen, your stomach is full of bad water, no wonder Chairman Mao said that the more knowledge, the more reactionary ......"

Zhang Zhao watched the salesman talk more and more energetically, leaving all the customers aside, and the salesman who bought woolen fabrics on the side had already begun to tidy up the shelves and couldn't help but be a little anxious. It's really annoying, other reborn people have plug-ins to help, and as a result, they have to deal with such trivial things by themselves when they are reborn.

"That, Auntie..... just sell it to that uncle, there are so many people waiting in the back!" The soul in his 30s, called "peers" Uncle and aunt have an indescribable awkwardness, but they endure it for the sake of soy sauce.

"You kid is light, have you learned arithmetic? I don't have two taels of grapes here, and I can't play seven taels of vinegar. I've been making soy sauce for 20 years, and I don't even know about it?"

Playing soy sauce professionally for 20 years??? well, kneel for the senior soy sauce party, although this one definitely doesn't know the stalk of the soy sauce party. Zhang Zhao kept complaining in his heart, walked to the counter, and said to the salesperson: "Auntie, you first fill half a catty of grapes, and then pour the vinegar in this grapes into three taels of grapes, so that there are only two taels of vinegar left in the half-catty grapes, pour them into this uncle's vinegar bottle, and then add one and a half catties of grapes to seven taels." ”

"Is this okay, wait, let me think about it, half a catty is five taels minus three taels......" The salesman was a little stunned after listening to the operation steps, and he tentatively poured it once with two grapes in his hand, but because he was not used to the operation, he spilled a lot.

At this time, the people in line began to discuss: "Yes, you can also use a few grapes to pour soy sauce on each other, why didn't I think of it?"

"yes, yes, whose child is this so smart?

"It's not, it's like my grandson, who knows how to watch TV every day......"

Zhang Zhao was uncomfortable when he heard the discussions around him. Please! Even if I don't have a brain teaser now, but I've always seen "100,000 Whys", isn't this just a matter of dividing ten catties of oil equally, how did you become someone else's child? No, embarrassing cancer is going to be committed, let's hurry up and finish the soy sauce and leave.

"Auntie, why don't you experiment with my bottle first? Zhang Zhao handed over his soy sauce bottle and said, "But this is a soy sauce bottle for me, you can try it with soy sauce." Well, let's fill my bottle with half a pound of grapes. Under Zhang Zhao's command, the salesman put a funnel on the bottle, filled the soy sauce, and then handed the bottle to him at Zhang Zhao's signal.

"Okay, this is my soy sauce money, goodbye, Auntie!" Zhang Zhao snatched the bottle containing half a catty of soy sauce, put the five-cent coin in his hand on the counter and turned to leave.

"This kid is such a goblin, come back next time. Although he knew that he had been fooled, the salesman was not angry, and shouted at Zhang Zhao, who was about to walk to the door.

"Oh, by the way, Auntie, you can also take a pound of grapes and pour them into three taels three times, and the rest of the grapes is one tael, so that no matter what amount of soy sauce you want to buy, you can sell it to him. ”

"What if I want to buy half a tael of vinegar?" said the man with glasses, and then glared back at the salesman with a vicious look.

"Then you can conjure up half a penny first!" Zhang Zhao's voice came from outside the door.

Whew, it's finally over, leaving the sight of everyone in the store, Zhang Zhao let out a long sigh of relief. In fact, he is not particularly averse to talking to people, but he doesn't like to be the focus of many people's attention, according to a professor in later generations, he still likes to be a quiet beautiful man.

Just walked out a few dozen meters away, as loud as an air defense siren but a much muffled whistle sounded, no, the workers of the sixth factory got off work!

Zhang Zhao hurriedly hid on the side of the road. It didn't take long for brand-new bicycles to appear on the streets, most of which were young people who had just joined the work, and these energetic young men pedaled the cars fast and became the first echelon. Then there was the sea of bicycles, which engulfed the entire road from west to east, and a car coming from the opposite side stopped helplessly in the middle of the road, unable to move a single step.

"Hey, isn't this the third son of the Zhang family, why did he come here alone? Now there are many cars, don't touch them. With a squeak, a car stopped beside Zhang Zhao, a middle-aged man with a dark complexion, riding a half-new and not old 28 permanent car.

"Oh, Uncle Li, I helped my mother make soy sauce and was about to go home. Zhang Zhao recalled his long memory, and finally remembered the identity of the person on the black mole on the right side of his nose, which was Li Gang's father Li Luyuan.

"This kid is out of breath and knows how to help with housework. My Li Gang knows every day that fights and causes trouble. Let's go, Uncle Li will take you back. "Okay, after a while, I will become someone else's child again, in order to give Li Gang, who grabbed sugar, a beating, Zhang Zhao said that Yali is not big.

"It's better not to, Uncle Li, I'll go back by myself. Zhang Zhao looked at Li Luyuan's dusty and oil-stained work clothes and the smell of sweat that could be smelled on the other party's body more than a meter away, and firmly refused, and in his impression, Uncle Li had a very bad temper, often drunk and noisy, and his family could hear it from two families.

"What's polite to your Uncle Li?ah, I know, the car is too high for you to get up, uncle help you!"

The permanent car melted into the flood of commuting work, then branched off into branches and disappeared into the roads and alleys of the residential area.