After doing all this, Wang Manyin climbed over the mountain again and walked along another path towards the Shibijie Commune.

I was so busy in the morning that I hadn't eaten yet, so I just went to the cafeteria to get some food.

Now even the breakfast shop is state-run, and food stamps must be given for meals. Without food stamps, you can't even buy a bowl of millet porridge. What's even more amazing is that if you want to eat meat dishes, you also need meat tickets.

But the price is really cheap, and the sesame big baked cake costs three cents a piece; The oil bun is four cents a piece, and half a double. There are also meat buns, five cents a piece, no meat tickets, each has a fist, genuine.

It is said that before being reborn, Wang Manyin didn't want to eat meat for half a month.

Now just four days later, he saw the meat buns like a relative, and his eyes lit up. After paying the food stamps and money, I directly asked for five buns and a bowl of millet porridge.

With just one bite, Wang Manyin was sure that the meat bun really had meat, pork, cabbage and green onion filling.

The mouth is full of oil, and the tongue is fragrant.

Refreshing!

Wang Manyin tasted so much that it only took about ten minutes to pour five large meat buns and a bowl of millet porridge into his stomach.

This is called life, and I finally have a full meal.

It is not easy to catch a trip to the market, so he plans to buy a few catties of oil steamed buns and baked cake steamed buns to bring back.

As a result, when he took out the food stamps and money, he was directly rejected by the waiter's eldest sister.

"What do you mean, you don't sell food stamps if you have them?" Wang Manyin was stunned.

"Not for sale, we have a limited supply. You've bought it all, what do others eat? The other party replied with a wooden face, and he didn't like to answer.

There is no way, the waiter is a cow these days, otherwise how could a restaurant post "forbidden to beat and scold customers".

"Sister, can you buy less? Just two catties of oil buns, our hotel master has good craftsmanship, so I want to bring it back to my family to taste. Wang Manyin could only retreat and say good things with a shy face.

Oil bun is a special snack on the Loess Plateau, and it is also more famous in later generations. Its method is very similar to that of northern fritters, which is made by frying yellow rice, white flour, buckwheat and other grains with white sugar in an oil pan. It's just a round cake with a small hole in the middle.

The freshly cooked buns are very beautiful in color, crispy, sweet and delicious.

However, in these years, ordinary people can only eat oil buns during the New Year's holidays, and they have to be mixed with a lot of cornmeal.

"Okay," the other party did not refuse.

Two catties of oil buns, it cost a piece of six, plus two catties of food stamps.

Money doesn't matter, the key food stamps make Wang Manyin feel a little distressed. With the meat buns and millet porridge just now, more than three catties of food stamps have been confiscated.

According to this way of eating, it will take ten or so days at most, and the food stamps in your hand will be tossed and cleaned.

Save a little later.

Coming out of the state-run hotel, Wang Manyin went straight to the store of the supply and marketing cooperative.

As a later generation, he couldn't bear the hygiene problem the most, and hid in the space to take a bath almost every day.

But the clothes couldn't be washed, and the smell from the inside out went straight to my nose.

I happened to have a few soap tickets on hand, so I plan to use them first.

If possible, buy toothpaste and toothbrushes. I didn't brush my teeth for four days, and the smell I exhaled was disgusting even to myself.

It turned out to be depressing...... The supply and marketing cooperatives do have toothpaste, but they need special toothpaste tickets.

But the good news is that tooth powder and toothbrushes don't need tickets.

Wang Manyin could only settle for the next best thing, and directly bought two bags of tooth powder, plus two toothbrushes.

After coming out of the supply and marketing cooperative, he did not wander around the bazaar.

The street of Shibijie Commune is only 50 meters long, and a soak of urine can be sprinkled from beginning to end, and the only decent building is the sales department of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Like the rotten Big Wild Goose Pagoda in later generations, there is really nothing to see.

Leaving the Shibijie Commune, Wang Manyin saw that there was no one around, and put the things he bought into the space as usual.

Then leave the dirt road and walk along the Dongla River.

It's just half an hour, and it's still early at noon.

Instead, the sun was rising and the weather was starting to warm up.

In Wang Manyin's memory, there should be no fish in the Dongla River, but Wang Manyin does not believe in evil.

There is an old saying that where there is water, there are fish. Since the Dongla River is connected to the Yellow River, there must be fish in theory.

Wang Manyin has lived in the countryside for more than ten years, and he is very good at catching fish and shrimp.

There is little rain in autumn, and the surface of the Dongla River is less than two meters wide, and the water in many places is as thin as hemp rope.

The shore was covered with sparse reeds and thatch, and the stubble had been cut by the brush, revealing only four finger-long rhizomes. Both of these plants are good things, and Wang Manyin plans to dig some and plant them by the space pond later.

Soil erosion on both sides of the Dongla River is serious, the water flow is turbid, and even aquatic plants do not grow at the bottom of the river. He walked dozens of meters along the high and low river banks, but he didn't see any small fish or shrimp.

Just when he was about to change places, Wang Manyin was overjoyed.

At a cliffside turn, there happens to be a shallow beach of about ten square meters, and the location is very hidden. The water depth is about 30 centimeters, and there are patches of bitter grass and grass, and even a few mushroom seedlings.

On top of the aquatic plants, there are scattered snails.

As a rule of thumb, there are fish in nine out of ten cases.

Wang Manyin immediately took off his blue cardinal shirt, cotton jacket, and shoes, rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs and went into the water.

As soon as one foot reached into the water, he immediately shivered.

It's cool, it's cool!

There is a saying that "there is fire on the head of the fish", even if it is cold, as long as the water is slowed down, it generally does not feel cold.

After adapting to it for more than ten seconds, Wang Manyin slowly walked around to the aquatic plants, and then suddenly lifted the aquatic grass ball with both hands to the shore. As a rule of thumb, during this season, fish generally hide in aquatic grasses to keep warm.

The water is muddy.

Clumps of aquatic weeds were stirred ashore and spread out on the yellow earth.

"Really!" Wang Manyin shouted excitedly.

Two loaches writhed back and forth on the aquatic weeds, and a few ears of wheat and trout jumped.

Before these guys could escape into the water, Wang Manyin had already quickly pulled them into the space pond by connecting them to the aquatic plants.

A spark can start a prairie fire.

Just these few small fish, if they are raised well, the future is definitely promising.

Next, Wang Manyin continued to search and cleaned up the snails in the puddle.

In later generations, snails were also a rare delicacy.

Especially the spicy snails, which are full of praise to eat.

However, it is more troublesome to deal with, and if it is not done well, the snail meat will be hard and fishy, so most northerners don't like it very much.

When Wang Manyin went to work in the south, he tasted it once in a while and liked this dish.

Later, he learned it from the Internet, and he did quite well.

Wang Manyin searched in the puddle and found two large handfuls of snails, which were almost enough to make a dish.

Confirming that there were fish in the Dongla River, he was now full of motivation and continued to search along the ditch, and soon found another shoal.

As expected, a few small fish were also caught.

Just as Wang Manyin was about to enter the space, he heard movement and subconsciously raised his head.

I, Nima, almost scared silly!

Wolf?

From the memories received, it is known that there were still wolves on the Loess Plateau in this era. Last winter, there were children on the other side of the mountain that were taken away by wild wolves.

However, after taking a closer look, Wang Manyin breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a dirt dog.

This guy looked miserable, skinny, choked with fur on his back, and had a few patches of ringworm. The dog had a long scar on its head, as if it had been cut with a knife, reaching to the corner of the eye.

It stood on the loess mound a few meters away, and it didn't bark, just stared quietly with dog eyes.

Looking at this guy's eyes, Wang Manyin remembered a local dog named Rhubarb that he had raised when he was a child, which was very humane.

It seems to have a miraculous ability to accurately sense the gaze of its owner.

As long as Wang Manyin set his eyes on Rhubarb for a moment, even if it slept again, it would quickly turn its head and call a few responses.

It's a pity that Rhubarb was caught by dog thieves later, which made Wang Manyin sad for a long time.

Seeing the guy in front of him, he was moved with a little compassion.

After thinking about it, Wang Manyin entered the space with a few small fish.

When he came out again, he had an extra piece of oil bun in his hand.

He threw it directly: "Eat, dog!" ”

If others see it, it is estimated that they should shout at the loser and let the donkey kick in their brains. In these years, people can't eat oil buns, and they even use them to feed dogs, which is really a waste of good things.

The earth dog whined a few times, turned around and disappeared with the oil bun in his mouth.

This incident was just an episode, and Wang Manyin didn't take it to heart.

He walked a few hundred meters further downstream, but found no more puddles of fish.

Feeling that his legs were blue from the cold, Wang Manyin hurriedly washed his feet and put on his shoes.

In the distance, I heard a few desolate and miserable Xintianyou coming from the opposite mountain beam.

"Brother, you go to the west exit, my little sister is really hard to stay, take my brother's hand and send you to the gate. Brother, you go to the west exit, don't make friends, you have made a lot of friends, I'm afraid I will forget the slave ......"

Listening to the voice, it should be the sheep herd Du Laohan from Ishikawa Village in the next village.

After traveling to this world for a few days, Wang Manyin's ears heard the most sound was Xintianyou, almost everyone could sing, including the predecessor.

At first, it didn't sound interesting, but now I feel a little more feeling, it's like a kind of shout.

If you are used to living a hard life and have something in your heart, you can feel much more comfortable when you stand on the hill and shout a few times.