Nima! I forgot to wear the red scarf again.

Li Zhongxin, who was halfway there, looked at the yin and yang weird April day depressedly, and he wanted to scold loudly, but he quickly controlled his emotions.

He is very speechless about the school every day to check the wearing of red scarves, if you don't wear a red scarf, the teacher who checks the wearing of the red scarf will deduct the score of the class, and the score of the class will be deducted, which will affect the advanced evaluation of the class, and whoever discredits the class is the public enemy of the class.

Li Zhong thought depressedly in his confidence, I don't have anything to worry about recently, why can't I remember to wear a red scarf?!!!

Wang Bo and Dong Zhiguo are in charge of fishing and selling fish, and he doesn't have to worry about going to the river for a week.

Feng Xiaowu and Lao Ge have already explained the matter of fishing nets, and if nothing else, Li Zhongxin will be able to get two seventy-meter-long hanging nets by the end of the week.

As for the matter of handling the collective license with Dong Guozhong, there is no need for Li Zhongxin to worry about it, as long as Dong Guozhong sees Wang Bo's method of fishing, he will handle these things as quickly as possible.

In the 80s, unlike later generations, as long as it was done in the name of the collective, it was very simple, as long as it was in line with the rules and procedures, whether it was the industrial and commercial department or the tax department, it was directly given the green light.

Li Zhongxin went home depressed and put on a red scarf, and began another day of monotonous elementary school life.

However, at this time, Li Zhongxin's mind was not focused on learning and playing, and he could learn the third-grade course even with his eyes closed.

Li Zhong knew in his confidence that his head was not a computer, nor did he have the ability to store it, and he could remember most of the things in the future life clearly.

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen, and some things that can be remembered now can be marked down with symbols that he can see in the notebook, which will be of great use in the future.

Thinking that stamps at this time will be the most valuable in the future, Li Zhongxin put the purchase of stamps in the first place at present.

On Thursday, half a day of class, and in the afternoon, Li Zhongxin refused the kindness of his classmates to go out with him, and went directly home, ready to take the rest of the money in his hand to the post office to see if he could find some monkey stamps and some valuable stamps.

In the 80s, the homework in the third grade was less than that in the first grade of primary school in later generations, and it was very simple, nothing more than copying a line of new words in the new textbook, or doing ten math problems, as long as it was not stupid or grinding, it was written in a few minutes.

However, when Li Zhongxin had just finished his homework and was about to go out to the post office to have a look, he was actually arrested by his mother.

The rice and soybean oil in the house have been eaten because of the stewed fish in the past two days, and Li Zhongxin's mother originally decided to buy these things, but because a student was fighting with her classmates at school in the morning, she had to walk several miles to the student's home in the afternoon to make a home visit.

The 21st grain store is responsible for the invoicing is Li Zhongxin's neighbor, and the child is a student of Li Zhongxin's mother, with such a relationship, Li Zhongxin will not be deceived when he goes to the grain store to buy grain.

In the early 80s, the public security environment in Jiangcheng was very good, and if there were some public security cases, it was also those bad young people who fought and brawled, and the children bought something during the day, and nothing happened at all.

In addition, Li Zhongxin's mother has been teaching at the No. 26 Primary School for many years, and there are almost no people who do not know Li Zhongxin on the way from Li Zhongxin's house to the No. 21 grain store.

It is precisely such a situation that Li Zhongxin has to go this way.

Li Zhongxin remembers very well that the corresponding grain store in his house is the 21st grain store, located in an alley between Fufeng Street and the Jiangcheng Coal Mining Machinery Manufacturing Factory, and opposite the grain store is the staff bath of the Jiangcheng Coal Mining Machinery Manufacturing Factory.

The 21st grain store was demolished in the mid-nineties and turned into a building, and Li Zhongxin only had a faint impression in his memory, after all, Li Zhongxin had visited the grain store when he bought grain for his family.

Like the grain store in Li Zhongxin's memory, the 21st grain store is a long-barreled conjoined ridge bungalow, the outside is painted with some yellow lime, and some of the faded blue large iron doors are open to the door, because of the frequent unloading of the face, there is a layer of powdery material on the big iron door, which looks dirty.

Entering it, facing the gate is a counter with a small arched window, in which are the staff of the grain store (all the people who issue invoices and collect money in the grain store are female comrades), who take the grain certificates in the hands of the residents, and issue the invoices for the month's grain according to the residents' instructions to buy.

On the side of the counter is a row of large troughs about one meter high and seventy or eighty meters wide, which contain rice, noodles, cornmeal, corn and various grains.

There is a thick and thin funnel made of white iron sheet above each trough, and there is a thick iron sheet at the bottom of the funnel, and when the plate is pulled out, the grain leaks from the funnel into the bag.

On the side of the big trough is a rice noodle scale, and a semi-cylindrical dustpan made of white iron sheet with a few high edges, and the waiter of the grain store will tell you which trough to wait for after weighing the rice noodles or miscellaneous grains after weighing the bills you have issued.

Point the bag of noodles you brought from home to the hopper, and when the waiter weighs the one you need, he will tell you that it's time to put it in.

When the rice and noodles are completely in the bag, the waiter will knock on the funnel to let the grain hanging on the wall of the cylinder completely enter the bag.

On the opposite side of this row of troughs are several black soybean oil drums, and on the outermost oil drum, a white iron pipe is used to connect a gauge with a pressure handle.

This kind of gauge has a scale, and the scale corresponds to one or two oils to a pound of oil, no matter how much oil you need, it will be pressed out of this gauge.

The number of people in Li Zhongxin's family is not large, and everyone is supplied with half a kilogram of soybean oil, and a total of two and a half kilograms of soybean oil are given.

Li Zhongxin is speechless about the lack of soybean oil at this time, every family is the same, even if a small amount of oil is put in when cooking, it will not be eaten at the end of the month.

It is precisely because soybean oil is not enough to eat that people in the 80s generally bought fatty meat when selling meat, not to mention that fatty meat is cheap, the key is that the oil is thick, and meat oil can be refined in a pot.

These sauces are carefully placed in a small jar and added to the stew to enhance the aroma of the dish.

As a reborn person, he has an inexplicable aversion to meat oil, not to mention that there is a strange taste in his mouth, but he also thinks that the cholesterol of that kind of thing is quite high, and eating too much will have a certain impact on the body.

Queue up, wait for the grain book to be handed over, pay the money, issue the invoice, and then hand the three small receipts more than one centimeter wide torn from the grain book to the staff, a series of down, it took more than half an hour, for such a kind of work efficiency, Li Zhongxin and others are going crazy.

Li Zhongxin bought a total of 10 catties of coarse grains, 10 catties of rice, and two and a half catties of soybean oil, packed the rice and coarse grains in two washed white flour bags in front of the trough, and went to the oil drum to beat two and a half catties of soybean oil.

Looking at the thing on the ground, Li Zhongxin's face twitched unconsciously.

He thought for a moment, and tied the mouths of the two white-flour bags together crosswise, making a pair that could be worn over his shoulders.

After struggling to carry the grain and oil home with his left shoulder and right shoulder, Li Zhongxin plunged into the kang and put aside any stamps and other things.

Li Zhongxin's heart shouted loudly, life is not easy, I want to redouble my efforts.