Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 818 Don't Arrange My Life 7
"Comrade Cen, Comrade Tao, don't you go to the Daheshe?" Liang Jianguo, the man with glasses who led the team, shouted warmly.

"I want to go to the waste collection station to see if there are any tables and chairs. My house has nothing, and there is no place to put water cups and thermoses." He Xiaoman answered first, and then ignored Cen Junjie and went straight to the post office.

Cen Junjie still wanted to follow He Xiaoman, but he did have some things to buy when he first arrived. The team leader said during the lecture that the summer double rush would start in about ten days. People are not allowed to ask for leave, and double work points will be deducted for absenteeism.

Holding the few thin bills in his pocket, Cen Junjie thought about it and obediently followed the trend to Daheshe.

He Xiaoman finally got a chance to place an order, bought an envelope with stamps, filled out the address and stuffed it into the mailbox.

She doesn't want people to know that she sent the report letter, even if the litter of livestock at grandma's house might suspect it, but you have no proof.

Even He Xiaoman wrote the report and exposure letter with his left hand, hoping that the leaders can understand the ghostly symbols she worked so hard to concoct.

She wandered around the waste collection station, but found nothing useful. She didn't see any of the red sandalwood furniture and Tang Sancai that could be obtained casually in other people's chronicles.

He Xiaoman thought for a while, squatted on the ground and collected a lot of old newspapers, and they always weighed about six or seven catties.

A chubby aunt with glasses was in charge of the scrap collection station, and she looked at He Xiaoman with a suspicious target unique to this era.

"Auntie, how much are these?"

The aunt did not answer He Xiaoman's question, but instead asked her a lot of questions: where did she come from, what was her name, why did she collect so many newspapers, what evil intentions did she have...

He Xiaoman hurriedly stopped her, and if she continued to ask, she would not be far from parading around with a sign.

"I am a new educated youth from the Shangxi Brigade of Dadingzi Commune. Our youths are not enough to buy a house, and I am reluctant to borrow money from a fellow villager. It just so happens that the production team has an empty house that is in disrepair and I can live in it for nothing. The walls are falling, so I'll buy some newspaper and paste it."

The aunt's calm eyes shot He Xiaoman up and down through the glasses, and then said coldly: "Be honest, I don't think you look like you have no money to pay the rent in your clothes?"

He Xiaoman flattered: "Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you. Auntie, you really deserve to be an excellent revolutionary comrade who has been tested for a long time. It was a comrade who lived with us who always missed her mother. I moved because of crying and crying. I couldn't sleep well. It’s not that I don’t want to speak ill of comrades behind their backs, and treat comrades frankly, but when she cries, I can’t sleep well, and if I don’t sleep well, I get a headache, so how can I devote myself to revolutionary construction?”

"My eyes are like radar. No one can beat me. Do you know why the organization puts me in such an important position?" The aunt was satisfied with He Xiaoman's answer, and she was in a good mood when she saw He Xiaoman nodded like a chicken pecking at rice : "Okay, these are waste products, you can just give me two cents."

"Okay, thank you!"

Carrying a thick stack of newspapers, He Xiaoman left the scrap yard, turned around and walked into a secluded alley and threw it directly into the space.

When He Xiaoman arrived at Daheshe, these people were still wandering around inside.

To be honest, Daheshe is much bigger than He Xiaoman imagined, with a wide variety of non-staple food, daily necessities, and agricultural supplies.

The salespersons are also busy in front of the counter.

A few educated youths were chatting about whether to buy a jar of fermented bean curd together.

Otherwise, buy a few yuan at a time and buy a few yuan at a time, not to mention the trouble, it is not easy to store.

At this time, the fermented bean curd was served in glazed stoneware pots straight up and down, and there were a hundred small pieces of fermented bean curd in a jar.

The problem now is that buying a few pieces is more expensive, but you don’t need a ticket. If you buy the whole altar, you need a non-staple food ticket.

Twenty or so people, who will give out the non-staple food tickets?

"Comrade Tao!"

Cen Junjie spotted He Xiaoman standing at the gate of Daheshe with sharp eyes.

The skin is fair, and the clothes are obviously different from the women in the villages and towns. It is no wonder that he saw her at a glance in the crowd.

Immediately, the eyes of several people shone with surprise.

This is the richest of all 23 educated youths.

In the face of a runny nose, she can take out fruit candy to treat a child she doesn't know at all, so what is the difference between a mere non-staple food ticket and fruit candy to her?
There are not too few people in Daheshe, and many people came out to buy the things they needed before the summer double grab started.

After realizing that this is the grandma of the God of Wealth, not only Cen Junjie, but several men and women called He Xiaoman together.

In an instant, she became the focus of the entire Dahe Society.

He Xiaoman walked to the non-staple food area, and a few paper roll packaging ropes hung from the ceiling. The salesperson's fingers were flying, and he packed snacks, biscuits, etc. deftly and quickly according to the shape of the food sold.

At this time, there are no overwhelming plastic food bags, all of them are packaged in kraft paper. When catching up with the shopping trend, it is a test of the basic skills of the salesperson.

"Why are you yelling? If you want to buy it, pay it quickly, if you don't buy it, go away!"

The salesperson's face was watery and very impatient.

These educated youths are so annoying, they twittered for a long time and didn't sell many things.

At this stage, the service industry is almost all uncles, so don’t expect them to regard customers as gods, and it’s good if they don’t treat customers as third grandchildren.

"Buy, buy, let's buy the whole pot." Liang Jianguo pushed his glasses politely, and gave the clerk an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry for your trouble."

"It's settled, the whole altar costs [-] yuan, and a non-staple food ticket costs [-] yuan."

However, when the salesperson took out a jar of unopened fermented bean curd from the warehouse, he saw several educated youths looking at each other, as if they were blaming the girl who came in last.

"Tao Zhiqing, we didn't ask you to pay any money. We just asked you to give a one-piece non-staple food ticket. After you buy the fermented bean curd, you can eat it anytime. Is it too much to unite comrades and help each other when you go out?"

Liu Yun combed her two hairpins, tilted her head and asked He Xiaoman innocently.

Xu Jiaojiao's voice is a bit like a timid little milk cat: "Anyway, you are so rich, and you are not bad."

That is, someone in the crowd muttered in a low voice: "It's just giving out fruit candies to outsiders, and donating a ticket for non-staple food. How big is it?"

He Xiaoman looked at the angry look of the crowd, as if she didn't immediately agree that everyone could eat her right away.

"Finished?" He Xiaoman asked.

Seeing that she had a faint smile on her face, Liu Yun was so soft and cute that she couldn't tell, she felt sore in her heart, she is really a charming young lady who doesn't know the sufferings of the world!

"Comrade, please take out these shoes for me to have a look."

She actually ran to the shoe and hat counter to look at Jiefang shoes!
"This fermented bean curd has been brought to you, hurry up and pay!" The salesman shouted furiously.

(End of this chapter)