As soon as the bookstore manager heard what his son said, he immediately asked Lin Shu curiously what kind of ointment, "Where did you buy it?" How much? ”

Lin Shu immediately pretended to have never seen the world, and hurriedly waved his hand, "I'm not selling ointment, this is my father's own doing." ”

I heard her say that she didn't sell ointments, and the man wanted to buy it even more.

Lin Shu repeatedly explained that this was just made by his father-in-law for domestic use, and he couldn't make it without medicinal materials, and he didn't sell it.

The bookstore manager's attitude turned 360 degrees from before, "Are medicinal herbs rare?" I know the director of medicinal herb procurement in the county hospital, and when the time comes, I will buy some from him, how about bothering your uncle to help make a few cans? ”

He saw that Lin Shu's face was embarrassed, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will pay for my hard work, I am the manager of the bookstore, and I won't lie to people." ”

Lin Shu shook her head, "No, no, we don't dare to speculate, we will be arrested and reformed through labor." ”

In recent years, the city has been fighting speculation, and it has been a terrible crime.

In the early spring and early summer, when there is no harvest in the countryside, there is always a famine in the countryside, and some people carry their eggs and chickens into the city to exchange food stamps and money, and those who are lucky can get their wishes, and those who are unlucky are caught by the city management committee, confiscated lightly, and severely sentenced to speculation and directly imprisoned in the labor camp.

The bookstore manager smiled and whispered, "You don't understand in the countryside, and this matter is for you who don't understand." ”

After speaking, he lit a cigarette and waited for Lin Shu to take the initiative to ask for advice.

Lin Shu didn't ask, but turned her head to Fang Dihua, who went to buy sorbet, and said, "Mother, don't you want to buy books?" ”

Fang Dihua is entangled in buying a two-point popsicle or a six-point ice cream.

It is said that he gave his third daughter-in-law two yuan, so he didn't have to buy it for her, but he saw that she had been reading books and didn't mean to buy ice cream.

Fang Dihua was a little reluctant to pay, and felt that she should buy a popsicle for her son and daughter-in-law.

She saw that the bookstore manager was squinting at Lin Shu, looking like a pale, her brows furrowed, and she strode over, "Buy." ”

Lin Shu smiled: "Mother, do you want to eat popsicles?" Buy it if you want to eat it. ”

Fang Dihua: I'm not so greedy!

The bookstore manager originally wanted to fool the handsome little daughter-in-law into giving him the formula, but turned around and saw the old lady.

Hey, this old lady is tall and sturdy enough, a little taller than him.

He immediately took a step back, and the momentum of the old lady's pedaling was too strong for him to bear.

Lin Shu and her mother-in-law went in first to buy the books they needed.

Fang Dihua and Daddy Lu wanted to buy a full set of Mao Xuan and another set of Capital.

When the bookstore manager heard this, he said, "Oh, it's not just literacy, people really know a lot, is it a village cadre?"

In order to get close to them, he served very enthusiastically at this time, "Auntie, is your uncle a village cadre or a barefoot doctor?" ”

If you can make ointment, and you have to read such a particular book, it must be a village cadre.

Fang Dihua didn't have a good impression of him, and he was even more unhappy with spending money, so he kept pulling his face, "It's not." ”

The bookstore has a good supply of Mao Xuan.

Fang Dihua compared the one at home and bought another four copies of one set, one seven cents and two.

It's not cheap, but Fang Dihua didn't blink her eyes.

Das Kapital does not.

Lin Shu: "It shouldn't be, boss, you can look for it again." ”

The bookstore manager went through the purchase list and said with a smile: "There really is." But it hasn't been sold, and it's all pressed. ”

He and the clerk laboriously pulled out from under the box, not simply the original but annotated, the 1963 edition, a set of three volumes, adding up to three pieces of six.

Fang Dihua summed it up, this Ma Daxian is really expensive, more expensive than his own leader's book, much more expensive than inviting the Lord of the Stove, the door god and the like.

However, this book can be read for a lifetime, and the prince of the stove has to be invited every year, so it is not expensive.

She gritted her teeth and pulled out the money.

Lin Shu quietly grabbed her and said to the bookstore manager: "Oh, this book is broken, you see, the cover is broken by blisters, yellow and moldy, and the spine of the book is broken." ”

In fact, the cover is yellowish, which is due to the dampness underneath, and it is not broken, and there are cracks in the spine, but it is not broken.

But when you buy something, you always have to pick a thorn and let the boss give you a cheap one.

Lin Shu picked all five books and said it was very exaggerated.

Fang Dihua looked at her in surprise, this is still the little daughter-in-law who doesn't dare to breathe?

In the past, let alone let her bargain with others, even if she was asked to talk to a strange man, she couldn't raise her head or open her mouth.

Now it's really up!

It seems that the lesson she took in her dream is very useful, and Fang Dihua suddenly wants to take it too.

At first, the bookstore manager thought that Lin Shu was a handsome little daughter-in-law in the countryside, and she must have never seen the world, but at this time, she was stunned by Lin Shu's mouth that had seen the world.

Three books of six, one piece of two to Lin Shu.

Fang Dihua looked at Lin Shu, her eyes were very pleased, and she would buy her an ice cream as soon as she went out later!

The most expensive kind!

After buying serious books, Lin Shu picked up villain books for the children.

The most popular theme in villain books in this era is the anti-enemy special theme, all kinds, such as "Guerrillas on the Plains", "Tunnel Warfare", "Mine Warfare", "Gunshots" and so on.

Lin Shu picked a few books that were not so blunt, and picked a set of Havoc in the Heavenly Palace, Nezha in the Sea, etc., a total of twenty copies.

A villain book costs 7 cents, a total of four pieces.

Lin Shu saw that there were a few villain books that had been torn up by children, as well as a few newspapers and torn and scribbled pictorials, and she said to the bookstore manager: "Boss, we buy so much, you can give these to us." ”

The bookstore manager didn't refuse, anyway, those that were broken could only be kept and sold for waste paper.

Fang Dihua knew that she had taken a big advantage, and it was not easy for the countryside to see a piece of paper with words, and there was a pictorial with fresh colors.

Fang Dihua stuffed all the books into the big cloth bag she brought, and strode to the old lady to buy Lin Shu the most expensive cream ice cream, six cents!

She came back and stuffed it to Lin Shu.

Lin Shu looked at her in surprise, her mother-in-law is such a slamming person, she usually can't wait to spend a penny, and she refuses to go to the hospital to see her if her eyes hurt, but she is so generous to buy her an ice cream?

Six cents!

There's still a point left to buy an egg.

Fang Dihua: "It's all melted!" ”

Lin Shu hurriedly took a small bite, wow, it's so sweet, so fragrant, it really has a rich creamy fragrance!

It's like the taste of the cream ice cream that my grandmother bought for herself when she was a child!

Although she had eaten so many expensive and delicate ice creams in her previous life, Lin Shu felt that the ice cream that her mother-in-law bought for herself and the ice cream that her grandmother bought for herself when she was a child were the best ice cream she had ever eaten in her life!

She smiled with crooked eyebrows and clear eyes, ate a few small bites, and finally took a bite of ice cream and put it in her mouth and handed the remaining two-thirds to Fang Dihua, "Mother, I don't dare to eat too much, my stomach hurts." ”

Fang Dihua: "Then eat slowly." ”

Lin Shu: "Don't make it! ”

Fang Dihua saw that she really didn't eat it, so she took it and ate it, and while eating, she felt that she had already known that she would buy a two-point popsicle, and it was not a waste to eat such a large piece of ice cream by herself.

The bookstore manager watched the mother and daughter-in-law eat an ice cream and continued to tell them about the comfrey cream.

At this point, a few children are gone, and it's really useful.

The manager of the bookstore is also a state-owned worker, and the state workers who work in a small place like a county seat basically have a relationship of twists and turns. He has relatives in the city management committee, and through his relatives he knows other friends, and he usually uses the bookstore as a cover for speculation, and naturally no one arrests him if he makes money.

He thinks that Lin Shu's comfrey paste is more effective than flower water, and it would be a pity not to sell it!

Fang Dihua pulled her face, a little fierce, "Why do you always encourage us to speculate?" It's not good!"

The bookstore manager saw that she was angry, and was so frightened that he hurriedly waved his hand, "The eldest aunt doesn't have something to do, don't worry." He pointed to a few children and said distressedly: "Look at a few children, they are bitten every day, auntie, you have such a good recipe at home, take it out for the benefit of the big guys." ”

Fang Dihua: "You will buy it from the hospital." ”

Bookstore manager: "The hospital doesn't have it, and if it does, it's not so itchy." ”

No matter how useful it is, Fang Dihua just doesn't agree to sell it, and she has to be careful in her own special situation.

If it is okay to give a reward to the hospital, but to a private person, then there is a suspicion of speculation.

Of course, she can give it for free, but she can't bear it.

Why give it for nothing?

Finally, the bookstore manager said: "In this way, I will accompany you to the hospital, talk to the director of the hospital, and see if you can ask the hospital to entrust you to make this plaster, this is not speculation, right?" When the time comes, you can help the hospital make ointment, and the hospital can pay for the labor fee. ”

After several temptations, he knew that this old woman was stubborn and timid, and she was unwilling to take the risk of speculation, nor was she willing to give it to people in vain, so she had to let the hospital give her a clear way.

However, he would have to share the money from the sale of the ointment with the director.

Soon he thought of a way, such a good ointment should not be sold in the hospital, the hospital is cheap and can't make much money, and most of the bottles are still taken out and sold privately at a high price to make a show.

At this time, many good medicines were not available from the hospital.

Especially in places like the countryside, anti-inflammatory drugs are oxytetracycline and tetracycline, and antipyretic and analgesic is analgin, and the side effects are very large, such as ibuprofen and paracetamol, which have small side effects, you have to go to the city to buy them.

Fang Dihua still looked unhappy.

Lin Shu kept thinking about how to persuade her mother-in-law to go to the hospital to check her eyes, and whispered, "Mother, let's try it." ”

Fang Dihua: "I definitely can't give a few dollars, it's not hard enough, and then it won't be worth it to delay us to earn work and share rations." ”

In Fang Dihua's view, the most important thing to live at the moment is rations.

Lin Shu whispered: "At least we will have ointment to use in the future." ”

The manager of the bookstore immediately began to boast about Haikou's help in asking for food stamps, anyway, fooling people to promise themselves that they would always have to draw cakes.

"I said aunt, you are honest, you have never been to a big city and seen the world. I'll tell you, the provincial city is very good at reselling. I know a buddy who has relatives in a liquor and tobacco factory, he resells tobacco and alcohol, earns thousands a year, and no one catches him for speculation. What kind of speculation is it for you to sell a few eggs and vegetables in the countryside, that is, to make a living. ”

Fang Dihua pouted, "It's sooner or later." ”

Bookstore Manager: "......"

He said to the old lady Nunu, who was selling popsicles on the side of the road, "Look at that lady, I have been buying popsicles there for the past two summers, and there are bookstores, state-run restaurants, cinemas, schools, county guest houses, and tailor shops nearby, and business is very good. ”

Fang Dihua is not stupid, as long as she can sell it in this vicinity, others can't sell it, then she must be state-run like the supply and marketing cooperative.

As for how the money earned is credited to the account, it is not known.

She nodded, "Okay, go and see." ”

The manager of the bookstore immediately told the staff in the store to take care of the children at the door.

They rode straight to the medicinal herb procurement office behind the county hospital to find Manager Yan, whom they knew.

Lin Shu didn't expect that the county hospital was not a small building with two or three floors of red bricks, but a large courtyard of blue bricks and gray tiles with continuous houses.

She suddenly remembered Sister-in-law Lu's sneaky gossip: It is said that the big courtyard of the county hospital and the county party committee are the courtyards of her father-in-law's grandfather's house.

Father-in-law and grandfather are a well-known single landowner in the county, a super miser, and it is said that he also sells big cigarettes and curries favor with devils.

Well, of course it was shot.