As for the fact that Zhang Xiufang asked her father to test drugs, Zhou Wenzhong himself did not know. At this time, he was wandering around the Wudaokou Supply and Marketing Cooperative.

He raised his head and looked at the rows of products on the container.

Thermos bottles are spray-painted and dyed. Some bottles have a panda pattern printed on them, and some have a magpie pattern printed on them. They all have a label of 6 yuan and 50 cents.

The high-foot spittoon on the lower floor sells for 2 yuan and 80 cents.

An alarm clock with a glass surface and a pattern of a little boy or a Sichuan bamboo pattern printed on the dial costs 14.5-18 yuan.

The price of these products is very expensive. According to the price ratio in later generations, a thermos bottle is equivalent to hundreds or even thousands.

However, this was the 1960s, and all industrial supplies were expensive!

I touched the two yuan in my arms. I couldn't afford to buy a steel pot. When I was about to go out, I was attracted by a ball of straw wrapping on the ground.

"Comrade salesperson, how do you sell the casserole on the floor?"

"1 yuan and 2 cents."

"I want one, please."

The salesperson came out of the counter, untied the straw rope, and took out a casserole pot with no handles. It was more than 20 centimeters in diameter and about 10 centimeters deep. He opened the lid and looked at the sky to check the bottom of the pot to confirm whether there was anything there.

crack.

"That's it, take a look again."

"No, you've checked it all. How do you sell five-spice noodles?"

"1 cents 2 a pack."

"Give me a pack too."

"How much is soy sauce per pound?"

"1 cent."

"On the way here before I came, the glass bottle containing soy sauce broke. You can buy a bottle here and a cork. How much does it cost?"

"4 points."

"Okay, I'll buy a glass bottle and add a cork, and give me a pound of soy sauce. I have 5 cents and 4 cents left, give me two more packs of matches, and I'll buy the cheapest biscuits with the rest of the money."

"

"OK."

Zhou Wenzhong handed over the money, and the salesperson threw a small white paper bag on the counter. He turned around and took out the glass bottle, blew hard on the mouth of the bottle, then reached out and touched the mouth of the bottle. This was the end of cleaning.

Zhou Wenzhong frowned as he watched, inserted the funnel into the funnel, filled it with a wooden plug, put it on the counter, and turned around to weigh the biscuits.

Zhou Wenzhong picked up the soy sauce bottle and checked the light to confirm that there were no cuties inside. It is normal to have maggots in the soy sauce tank, but! As long as you don't find it yourself, it proves that this tank of soy sauce is the cleanest!

"Here, everything you want is here."

Zhou Wenzhong quickly took it with both hands, thanked him, walked out of the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, threw all the supplies in the space, and scratched his itch. He needed to find a quiet and hidden place to cook, and there was only one place that met the requirements.

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25 minutes later, Zhou Wenzhong arrived at the ruined temple where Madman Bai lived. There were originally some wooden fences, but how many days had passed? They were all broken off by passers-by and used to warm themselves by the fire at the street corner. Thanks to

Because there were no windows in the other houses, the refugees looked down upon this place, so this ruined temple was still reserved for the White Maniac.

He walked to Madman Bai's door and knocked on the door.

"Open the door! Open the door! The organization is here to send you warmth."

After a while, there was a lazy response.

"Wait a minute."

"Hurry up and open the door. Otherwise I will kick the door down."

"Bang bang bang..."

"Squeak..."

The heavy wooden door was opened, and Madman Bai seemed to be awake, his left hand was still scratching on his back. When he saw it was Zhou Wenzhong, he immediately became interested.

"Why do you think of looking for me? Do you have any new plans? I've asked about it. The Second Cotton Spinning Factory will close on the 15th. Let's go to the gate of their factory and come again then?"

Zhou Wenzhong walked into Madman Bai's house and took out a casserole and stick noodles from his arms...

"Your plan is very good. You can go by yourself. Remember to give me all your belongings. When the time comes, you will be arrested by the security department of the cotton spinning factory. I will collect your body and send it to you by hand. I need a few filial sons.

?Each person’s wages are 2 yuan.”

After saying that, he squatted on the ground and picked up the fire sickle. He held a piece of flint in his left hand, pressed the smallest ball of hay with his thumb, and rubbed it a few times. There were many sparks.

"Da da da……"

"hiss……"

The hay under the thumb of his left hand was ignited, burning his fingers, and he quickly pressed his thumb to the cold ground.

"Your fire sickle is useless at all."

Madman Bai threw two bricks on the ground, sat on them, and watched Zhou Wenzhong busy himself.

"That's because you're not used to it. It's very convenient for me to use it. You're not a young master from any family. Why didn't you just burn your fingers? Why are you so rich?"

After saying that, he stretched out his left hand to signal Zhou Wenzhong to take a look. Madman Bai's left hand was covered with dead skin and calluses.

"Tell me, will my method work? If you go with me, just say he is my grandson. If you meet the leading cadres from the cotton spinning factory and come out, you should cry twice and they will be upset.

Maybe I’ll recruit you to work in the factory, but you’re still fighting big bags at the Second Grain Station? And this is a cotton spinning factory, and there are a lot of sharp fruits in it.”

Zhou Wenzhong ignored him and walked to the bucket with the casserole and took a look. The water was quite clear.

"Is this living water? Did you sprinkle alum on it?"

"It's from the well, feel free to use it."

"It's not just snow and water."

Rinse the casserole with water, pour one-third of the cornmeal noodles into it, and pour some brown rice into it.

"It's a pity. Before using this casserole, it should be conditioned first, boil some rice, and fill in the trachoma on it."

"When did you stop taking a look? What's the point of being so particular about it?"

He returned to the "stove" position with the casserole, closed the lid, gave Madman Bai a cigarette and waited quietly.

"Hunter, I've asked you several times, what's wrong with this method? Cotton spinning factory! Cotton spinning factory!"

"Hiss... Huh, give me back my job, give me back my fruit, don't give me any money, I'm not a grandson, and I don't have a house at home, so I'm expecting to be allocated a house in the factory? I guess I'll have to wait until the next century, which one?"

The little girl would only follow me if she was blind."

【Jianguo is a pretty girl.】

【Jiansun is a handsome young man.】

"You... I have been thinking about it for several days. This plan is absolutely feasible. This is not like the temperament of a practicing person like you. You are a bit embarrassed."

"Your cold-blooded plan, tsk tsk tsk... you can't control it. You'll have to eat black dates as soon as you hear it."

"Really not possible?"

"Things outside the box."

"Okay, count me farting."

"You are right. I am not polite to you at all. If outsiders hear your plan, they will only think that I have offended you in some way. You think I died too slowly."

"Gududududu..."

The steam in the casserole rattled against the lid. Madman Bai sighed and turned his attention to the "stove".

"Good guy! I didn't pay attention just now. Are you aware of this? On the first day you entered the grain depot, I told you that you were afraid of starving when you were guarding the grain depot?"

"Come here, I bought this with my grain book. I'll lend you your place to cook a meal, and I'll give you a bowl of rice later."

"Then I can count on it today."

The white porcelain bowls and chopsticks that Zhou Wenzhong received as a sign-in reward a few days ago finally came into use. He quickly took out a set and placed it on the ground, opened the lid of the casserole, smelled the aroma, stirred it with chopsticks, and continued to wait.

In Zhou Wenzhong's memory, he could no longer remember the last time he had dry rice.

"Why are you messing with it? There will be rice cakes later, and you won't be able to stir them up."

"I want you to take care of it!"

Five minutes passed this time. Zhou Wenzhong pulled out the cork of the soy sauce bottle, poured some into the casserole, closed the lid and continued to cook for 10 minutes. Finally, he took the casserole off the fire. Crazy Bai was already holding the bowl.

, waiting aside for a long time.

Looking at the pot of steamed rice, Zhou Wenzhong could hardly help crying because his living conditions were so poor.

Madman Bai was already waiting impatiently. He said angrily: "If you don't eat it, these are all mine! Hurry up, maybe outsiders will come soon. I've been guarding this house these days, and I can't even eat it."

I don’t dare to move, all my wealth is here.”

"Eat eat eat!"
To be continued...