Amy watched her mother's feet jump up and down in front of her eyes, and with an "oh" sound, she picked up her backpack again and walked out. Behind him was Ai's mother's frantic roar, "Don't come back if you go." ”

It doesn't matter if Amy goes back or not, but in these years, she has to open a letter of introduction to live in a hotel outside, and it's useless to have money, not to mention, she doesn't have money.

This is also the reason why she went out, not to be angry with Ai's mother, in fact, it doesn't matter if she doesn't ask for it. She just thought that she had to save up the money for the train ticket quickly, and then considering that she would need to pass the college entrance examination to return to the city in the future, living expenses and textbooks, she would not pay a penny at home, and she had to think about it early.

After leaving the factory and finding a corner where no one was around, Amy's figure disappeared in place without a trace. If someone sees this paragraph, they are afraid that they will shout that there is a ghost on the spot.

Amy strolls through the supermarket, which is the most ordinary hypermarket of the era in which she lives, who would have thought that she would be bumped into another world from here, and the supermarket followed Amy to this world.

After taking the train for two days and one night, Amy had no chance to enter the supermarket, so she could only rely on the nest head brought by Zhou Yize to satisfy her hunger, and she was already hungry. Sitting on the empty counter, reaching out to pick up the steaming roast boy chicken, and scooping up the white-flour steamed buns that have just come out of the cage, and getting a towel to wipe it after eating, it's not too cool.

The empty supermarket has become Amy's warehouse, and she picks and picks and cuts ten catties of fat and thin pork belly. Reappearing in the alley of the back street, Amy had changed into a wide dress, and her head and face were tied with a gray scarf, leaving only a pair of big black eyes.

Holding a big bag in both hands, he walked to the side door outside the family building of the second cotton factory with the best conditions in Jiangcheng, and carefully observed the passing crowd.

Although the 70s had a difficult time, at least compared to the natural disasters of the 60s, there were no major problems with the food supply. If you want to be full, it is not a big problem, it is nothing more than to eat more coarse grains, eat less or can't afford to eat fine grains. So Amy didn't choose food, it was heavy and couldn't sell at a price, and she couldn't carry it in her small body.

In contrast, what people lack most now is materials, although the big guys have little money, but the level of materials is low, and everything has to be ticketed, resulting in many people who have no living burden, there is no shortage of money in their hands, but they can't buy what they want with money.

For example, now, the bag in the middle-aged man's hand is fluttering and has no weight, and he moves forward with a sigh and three steps. From time to time, I greeted my colleagues, and was teased by familiar people, "Didn't you rob those aunts again?" ”

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "I think that the supply by ticket should be everyone's share, who knows ......"

Who knew that although the people in front of them couldn't buy more, the store would be out of stock.

The colleague laughed, pedaled on the bicycle and left, with a woven bag sandwiched on the card in the back seat, and it looked like he was going to buy it.

Amy heard it from afar, and laughed, it turned out that Auntie's stalk was now there.

Thinking of this, she leaned over and greeted him in the dialect she had learned in Mao'er Village, "Uncle." ”

The middle-aged man was a little strange, and glanced at Amy closer, making sure that he didn't know the little girl. Just as I was about to say that you recognized the wrong person, I saw this little girl open a small corner of the woven bag she was holding, revealing the fat and thin pork belly. This color, this fragrance, is simply amazing.

His eyes were hooked by the big fat meat all of a sudden, and he involuntarily followed Amy to the corner of the street.

"Uncle, the best part of the New Year pig killed at home, a total of ten catties, do you want it?" Pork belly is the best part, and in the future generations, I am afraid that it will be laughed to death. But in this era, there is really nothing wrong with it, no one wants pork ribs to be lean, they all want big fat meat, especially fatty pork belly, which can squeeze oil and satisfy cravings.

It's just that in recent years, there is no such thing as private operation, and all of them have been nationalized. Petty traders are now called speculators, a crime, and if caught, they will go to jail.

Of course, the people don't hold officials accountable, and the thieves have to take the stolen goods, and normal people are not so bored to report things that bring benefits to themselves. But it's also a divide, if you change to one that you can't afford, you'll report it if you're jealous. That's why Amy has been watching and picking buyers.

The second cotton factory is famous for its high wages and good benefits, this middle-aged man Si Swenwen, wearing leather shoes and a watch on his wrist, this outfit has fully demonstrated his economic strength.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and his voice trembled: "If you want it, I want it all." ”

The pork served by ticket in the butcher shop is eight cents and eight cents a catty, which not only limits the supply, but also makes it impossible to get such a beautiful pork belly.

"Uncle, you look reasonable, I don't want a ticket, ten catties of pork belly, and spare you two big stick bones, you yourself say to give a price, and you will take it all if it suits you."

As soon as he heard that he didn't want a meat ticket, the middle-aged man became more and more excited, "I'll give you two yuan a catty, twenty yuan, I want it all." ”

Twenty yuan is not a small amount of money for him, but what is the use of having money, it is the ability to buy pork.

After all, it's a crime, and Amy doesn't have the heart to toss repeatedly, everything is based on caution. Nodding his head, he said, "Deal." ”

The middle-aged man took out twenty yuan, took the pork, examined it carefully, and his heart blossomed.

Carefully put the pork and big stick bones into the bag, and when I looked up, the little girl was so fast that she didn't even look at the figure. The middle-aged man patted the fat in the bag and made sure that the pork was not missing with the little girl, and he was immediately relieved. He doesn't care about the origin of the little girl, he only cares about his family, and he can finally have a fat year.