By the time Yang Zhen rode his bicycle across the small half of the city and returned to the Dongfeng Guest House on Jiuchang Street, it was already dark.

The waiters at several guest houses are dealing with a few passengers who have checked out or stayed in the hotel in a vicious voice.

Seeing Yang Zhen come in, several people changed their faces in unison, not only greeted Yang Zhen with a smile on their faces and asked if Yang Zhen's work had been implemented, but also enthusiastically asked Yang Zhen what the big bag was in his hand, whether it was heavy, and whether he wanted to help.

I know that a few people have such an attitude towards themselves, not because they are handsome. It's because he knows that he is also a native of Jiuchang Street, and he has only just returned to the city and only made do with the guest house for a few days, so he is by no means an ordinary tourist.

That's why Yang Zhen, who was treated differently, said casually perfunctory, saying that there were some materials in the bag, which were not heavy at all, and there was no need to help.

Then he hurried upstairs with the bag.

"Just the data!"

"It's not a red-headed document, are you so nervous?" Seeing Yang Zhen's appearance, several waiters couldn't help laughing.

Yang Zhen didn't care, just walked back to the room quickly, locked the door and closed the curtains, and then carefully opened the bag.

In the bag, there were bundles of great unity, and it seemed that there were no less than four or five thousand. Thinking about the joke of a few waiters just now.

I think that nowadays, ordinary workers only earn twenty or thirty yuan a month. Yang Zhen hugged a bunch of big solidarity with a face full of fascination, and said in his heart Compared with so much money, what is the red-headed document?

Although it has been sketched before. But after regaining calm, Yang Zhen began to count money again. The reason for the point is not that he is afraid that he has not made it clear before.

It's really the kind that I want to count again, and I can't help it.

"Four thousand six hundred, that's right!" After counting several times, Yang Zhen was satisfied.

Although he still has more than 130 yuan brought back from the countryside and has not been spent. But considering that today, in addition to receiving grain, selling grain, and renting a house, all of which cost money, I also have to make a few clothes.

After all, the clothes he wore were too old. The point is that the height has skyrocketed in recent months, and these clothes that have been worn for several years no longer clearly do not fit.

It doesn't matter what you wear on a regular basis. But if you wear it to work, you can't do it. What's more, it's better to be a section chief.

If you don't even have decent clothes, then how can you serve the public? Thinking that he was going to make clothes, Yang Zhen couldn't help but think of Ren Yuhua again.

Although there are several zhang of cloth tickets in the things sent home during the New Year, it is said that it is enough for Ren Yuhua, Yang An, and Yang Lanlan to make two sets of clothes.

But the next time he went home, Yang Zhen found that Yang An and Yang Lanlan had indeed made two new clothes, but Ren Yuhua was still wearing the ones he had been wearing since he could remember.

As for where the rest of the cloth tickets went. You don't need to ask, you know that it must be changed for money or something that needs urgently, after all, he is also a poor person.

I know too well what people who are poor and scared do when they finally have something.

"It seems that there is no hope for her to buy these clothes herself!" Thinking of this, Yang Zhen sighed lightly and took another three hundred yuan and put it on his body, preparing to see if there was a chance to help Ren Yuhua buy clothes when he bought clothes.

"Xiao Yang, go out?" Seeing Yang Zhen coming downstairs, the waiters routinely greeted him warmly.

"Get out and run some errands!"

"By the way, my room has been swept by myself, so you don't have to sweep it!" After a few words, Yang Zhen took the letter of introduction and the like to the street.

I waited in line for half an hour, after a burst of questioning to verify the seal. A small book with a blue plastic skin and a few small characters on the residents' non-staple food and oil book came to Yang Zhen's hand.

Although it shows that I know that this is just a product of the times, it will become worse than waste paper in a few years. But at the moment when he got this small book, even if he had never experienced the sense of steadiness that he had never experienced when he received the bag full of unity from the hands of the black market duo, at this moment, Yang Zhen couldn't help but rise from the bottom of his heart.

After all, in these years, even if you have money in your hand, if you don't have this small book. So no matter what you want to eat, drink, or use, even if you are willing to give up several times the high price, you still need to look at people's faces.

And with this little book, then everything is not worried. When the day comes, you can take the book to get the ticket belonging to your quota, and then take the money to the grain and oil store to buy it.

As long as there is a book in hand, no one dares to say that it will not be sold or said, and the price is still the national unified price, and there is no need to pay half a high price.

Along with the small book to Yang Zhen's hand, there are also a bunch of tickets such as eighty catties of food stamps, five catties of oil stamps, and three zhang cloth stamps.

This is obviously far more than the quota standard for an ordinary small section chief. However, Yang Zhen did not have any surprises about this.

Because these things are a one-time subsidy given by the state to the educated youth to return to the city after a comprehensive assessment according to the number of years they have been in the countryside, etc.

That is to say, after receiving this time, no matter how difficult it is in the future, the state will only provide the part within the quota standard.

You'll have to figure out the rest by yourself. Although two years of youth are exchanged for such a little thing...... But considering that except for a very few people, 99 percent of the educated youths are treated similarly to themselves after returning to the city.

Yang Zhen didn't have anything to say, so he took his things and went to the clothing store. Clothing stores are also state-run. However, unlike the earliest clothing stores that only provided fabric, today's clothing stores sell ready-to-wear in addition to cloth.

Although the style is still the same as the old ones with obvious characteristics of the times. But in terms of hand-cutting, it is obviously much more beautiful than buying cloth and sewing it at home.

The only drawback, perhaps, is that it is much more expensive to buy ready-to-wear clothes directly than to buy cloth to make your own clothes at home.

Take Yang Zhen's three-zhang cloth ticket as an example. With Yang Zhen's height, he can make two sets of clothes when he is full.

Depending on the material chosen. If you buy the fabric and make it yourself, you only pay for the fabric. Then the maximum cost of a set is only seven or eight yuan.

But if you buy ready-to-wear clothes, the price will at least have to be doubled, and a set will not be able to go down without about 20 yuan.

Seeing Yang Zhen pinching the cloth ticket and struggling in front of the ready-to-wear, he couldn't make up his mind for a long time. The young salesman at the counter said a little annoyingly: "If you don't have money, why don't you buy the fabric?" Where are you going around...... Could it be that you can transfer the money after a little more spinning, or what? Yang Zhen, who had long been accustomed to a similar attitude, didn't bother to get angry, but said: "I'm not entangled in money, I'm entangled in the ticket that I only have two clothes, but I still want to help my mother add a pair of clothes!" ”

"Just like you......"

"And you said that you are not entangled in money?" Looking at Yang Zhen's body, the young salesman laughed strangely and said: "I won't talk about it in the future, but it's really a coincidence today, we really have a few sets of clothes in the store that can be bought as long as you have money - but I'm afraid you really don't have money and can't afford it!" As soon as he heard this, Yang Zhen was immediately happy, and asked the young salesman to quickly take out his clothes.

"Take it!"

"But I'll have to talk about the ugly things first!" The young salesman said: "These clothes are not ordinarily expensive, any set will cost fifty or sixty - if I take it out, you can't afford it, don't blame me for scolding my mother at that time!" ”

"I don't have a ticket!"

"I have a lot of money!" Yang Zhen slapped his chest and told the young salesman not to talk nonsense and take it quickly.

"It's time for you, and you're still pretending to be with me, aren't you?" The young salesman snorted coldly when he heard this, and bent down to open the counter.

The old salesman, who was just watching the excitement from the sidelines, hurriedly came over to stop him, and said in a low voice: "Do you know that these sets of really good clothes were finally ordered by our Section Chief Shi for half a year, and they were ready to be given to the leaders - this dare to be sold, Guo Chun, are you crazy?" ”

"I have a better relationship with Section Chief Shi than you!"

"Even you know that these sets of really good clothes were brought by Section Chief Shi with great difficulty and prepared to be given to the leader, can I not know?" The young salesman Guo Chun rolled his eyes and looked dead at Yang Zhen's expression that he would definitely not be able to afford it, and asked the old salesman to get out of the way.

Seeing his kindness, Guo Chun didn't appreciate it at all. The old salesman also lost his temper, and left a sentence I have reminded you, when something really happens, you don't bother me, just go aside.

Guo Chun naturally didn't care about the old salesman's meaning, and directly opened the counter and took out a few sets of clothes.

Yang Zhen, who had wondered why there were still clothes to be free of tickets in these years, saw that those sets of clothes were really good fabrics, and his heart instantly blossomed.

After all, although it is indeed a good fabric, although it is a chemical fiber product, it is not within the scope of control. Therefore, it is true that you can buy it without a ticket, as long as you have money.

And because of its shortcomings such as air permeability, poor water absorption, etc., it was only popular for a very short period of time, and then completely withdrew from the stage of history.

But at the same time, this fabric has many advantages that cannot be compared with traditional cotton, such as easy to color, easy to wash, bright color, strong and wear-resistant, and crisp and wrinkle-free.

Therefore, in this era when people do not understand the shortcomings of really good, the really good fabric clothing is really rushing to buy.

But anyone with a bit of status is proud to have a few pieces of clothing that are really good fabrics. It is also for this reason that it is much more difficult for ordinary people to buy clothes with good fabrics than it is to buy clothes without tickets!

That's why Yang Zhen didn't expect it before. The clothes that I didn't even dare to think about were now placed in front of me...... How can Yang Zhen not like it?

However, although he was happy in his heart, Yang Zhen was silent on his face. After all, the old salesman and Guo Chun muttered something in a low voice just now, although he didn't hear it.

But the moment he saw these really good clothes, he had already guessed a rough idea. Knowing that he has to pay for it seriously, it is impossible to buy these sets of really good clothes smoothly.

"What the hell are you going to do!"

"How can you buy these clothes smoothly?" Secretly thinking about it, while Yang Zhen was choosing the clothes that suited him and Ren Yuhua, his face gradually began to turn weird.

That appearance fell in Guo Chun's eyes, and it was clear that Yang Zhen was afraid that he would be sarcastic and want to delay time, so he kept urging: "Just a few clothes, what is there to choose?" Can't you afford it? ”

"Who said I couldn't afford it!" Thousands of people

"I'm not enough for anything!"

"I want to pick a few more, can't I?" Yang Zhen looked annoyed and angry, and threw several pieces of clothes in front of Guo Chun and said, "Do you want to buy so much?" Dare I say I don't have any money? ”

"A set of clothes is fifty, and a shirt is twenty-two!" After Guo Chun finished speaking, he spread his hands and smiled at Yang Zhenwei: "A total of one hundred and forty-four, aren't you very rich-then pay the money!" ”

"You haven't issued an invoice, what money do I pay?" Yang Zhen said: "If you have the ability, you will open the invoice first, and when you open the invoice, I will naturally have money!" ”

"It's all over the place, and you're still stuck with my dead duck mouth, right?" Seeing that Yang Zhen didn't even pay back half of the price, thinking that he was so stubborn, it was probably because he heard the conversation between the old salesman and himself, Guo Chun, who was sure that he didn't dare to sell, sneered, and swiped the ticket with a look of pride that the girl had already seen through the truth.

Then he slapped the invoice in front of Yang Zhen and said triumphantly: "Don't you want an invoice?" Now I have also issued an invoice for you, where's the money? ”

"Take your hands off!"

"I'll have to see if you're getting this invoice right!"

"What if you overcount my money?" Yang Zhen shouted, pretending to check the invoice. It wasn't until the invoice was in hand that the price of the goods was determined to be correct, and Yang Zhen smiled.

And Guo Chun was dumbfounded. Because she saw that Yang Zhen seemed to be prepared, she directly reached out and took out fifteen large unity sheets from her arms and threw them on the table, and even looked for money and didn't even want to change it, she turned around and ran away with her clothes!

When Guo Chun chased him out of the clothing store, Yang Zhen had long been unable to see the shadow of running on a bicycle.

"My good clothes indeed!"

"That's what our section chief is going to give to the leader, bastard, you give me back......" Thinking of the consequences of these clothes being gone, Guo Chun was anxious and cried, shouting that if Yang Zhen didn't come back, she would sue Yang Zhen for the big cap.

"People gave money!"

"You also gave people an invoice!"

"What are you suing people for a big cap?"

"Sue people for not having the money to afford good clothes, or sue yourself for not looking down on people?" Looking at Guo Chun's appearance of rolling and crying all over the ground, thinking of the old salesman who was so kind and was treated by Guo Chun as a donkey's liver and lungs before, he was extremely relieved, and said in his heart that you don't listen to the old man, and now you are at a loss, right?

You deserve it!