Chapter 139: Dung Tickets Pretending to Be Food Stamps (Second Shift)
Li Ailan followed the hawker's prompts and really found the supply and marketing cooperative.
As soon as she entered, she looked around and walked around.
The supply and marketing cooperatives have a lot of good things, such as food and use.
Li Ailan came to the supply and marketing cooperatives for the first time, and she liked everything she saw.
Stopped at a counter selling peach shortbread and watched it for a long time, and my mouth watered.
The female supply and marketing cooperatives looked at her dress, not at all like someone who had money to buy peach shortbread, and said angrily: "Don't look at it if you don't buy it!" Is this something that a poor man like you can afford? ”
Li Ailan has always loved face, and she was afraid that people would look down on her in the Li family, but now she was ridiculed in front of a person, she trembled angrily and shouted loudly: "Who said I can't afford it?" Isn't it just a broken peach shortbread? I buy! ”
The female supply and marketing cooperative's hand stretched out and said impatiently: "Two cents and a catty plus half a catty of food stamps, if you have it, you will get it, if you don't get out immediately!" ”
Two cents, plus half a pound of food stamps, can you buy a pound of peach cake?
In other words, one dime, plus two or five food stamps, can you buy half a catty of peach crisp?
Smelling the fragrance of peach crisp, Li Ailan swallowed her saliva, thinking of the pound of 'food stamps' in her pocket in exchange for four yuan and eight cents, she moved her mind that she shouldn't move.
As she was about to take out the stamps, she withdrew her hand again.
No, she couldn't do that.
That dime is to buy food, if there is no food to go back, she will have to do all the dirty work and tiring work in the future.
She doesn't want to work!
"Hmph, your peach crisp is burnt and mushy, do you think I'm going to fall for you and buy your peach shortbread? Stop dreaming! Li Ailan looked disgusted, and after saying this, she walked towards the food supplies.
The female supply and marketing cooperatives almost vomited blood.
has been in the supply and marketing cooperatives for so long, she has never met a woman like Li Ailan, she doesn't do business, she found a good relationship to show her the counter, and she followed behind Li Ailan, she wanted to see what kind of goods the stinky girl who looked down on her peach shortbread was.
When Li Ailan went to the place where the grain was sold, most of the grain had already been sold.
The last bit of corn coarse noodles, which was brought out by the corn that had been left for several years, was yellow and black in color, with a musty smell, and was placed in the most conspicuous place.
As soon as Li Ailan went, she asked the members of the supply and marketing cooperatives who sold grain to help her get a catty.
"A pound of cornmeal is nine cents, plus a pound of food stamps, food stamps and money for me!"
This time, Li Ailan did not hesitate and gave a dime along with the grain stamp to the members of the supply and marketing cooperatives who sold grain.
The member of the supply and marketing cooperatives took a look at the food stamps, and when she saw the words dung stamps on the top clearly, the whole person was not good.
"What do you mean? Fool me with a dung ticket! ”
"What...... What a dung ticket? What nonsense are you talking about? It's a food stamp! Li Ailan was a little confused, but she still tried her best to explain.
She took four dollars and eight cents in exchange for food stamps, how can it be dung stamps?
"Food stamps? Are you illiterate? Haven't attended a literacy class? Don't you know the dung of the dung stamps, and the grain of the grain? ”
"I ......" Li Ailan panicked.
She had taken literacy classes, but she hated reading and reading, so it was better for her to find a place to sleep.
At that time, when I was in a literacy class, everyone tried their best to absorb knowledge, but Li Ailan was special.
After half a year of literacy classes, Mo said that he could read and write, but he couldn't write his own name.
"Heh, in this world, everyone really has it, hurry up and get out of your dung ticket!"