The Red Era: Starting from a Truck Driver

Chapter 93: The Scallion-wrapped Cypress That Doesn’t Require a Ticket

"That's your daughter, don't you care about her?" Liu Xiaofang got angry when she saw her husband's indifferent look, and couldn't help complaining to him.

"How can I care? I would like to ask for leave to go and see her, but my company won't approve it. If your company approves the leave, you can go to Changcheng to find your daughter. Now she said in her letter that she has moved to a new place, and she will not tell us the new address until the next time she writes. We can't even send the letter." Zhou Dongming said irritably. He couldn't understand why his wife kept fussing about something that could not be helped.

"You can go ask your eldest brother to come forward and say hello to the leaders of your unit. Maybe they will approve your leave. Even if it's just to go and see who Yingying's boyfriend is." Li Xiaofang also knew the current situation, but still didn't give up.

"It's no use. We'll just write back and ask about the situation when our daughter writes to us next time. What you should be concerned about now is the affairs of our second son Xingcai. He is twenty years old and it's time for him to start a family." Zhou Dongming forcibly ended the topic about his daughter Zhou Lingying.

"Why worry about Xingcai? Our son and daughter inherited my good looks. Xingcai has a job, so it won't be easy for him to find a wife." Liu Xiaofang said, but after thinking about it, she still had to worry about it, and added: "I'll ask the matchmaker tomorrow. I have to find someone with a job. Don't be like the eldest brother who married an unemployed man and still can't find a job for his one-year-old child."

"It's so difficult to arrange work nowadays. We must find a way to arrange it. Yingying can go to the countryside in Changcheng." Zhou Dongming retorted.

"Yes, my poor Yingying."

Forget it, Zhou Dongming wanted to slap himself in the face, and the topic turned to his daughter again.

Annoyed by his own wife, Zhou Dongming also wanted to know what kind of partner his daughter had found so that he could explain it to her.

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"It's still cool by the lake, and it's safe to sleep. Ah~ah~ah, ah~ah, the beauty of West Lake in March, the spring rain is like wine and the willows are like smoke, it's fate that we will meet each other thousands of miles apart~~."

At this time, Jiang Cheng had already arrived at the West Lake in Hangzhou, lying in the back of the carriage and singing in a chic manner. I don't say how good he was at singing, but at least he was in tune.

Originally Jiang Cheng came here to recite a poem about fireworks in Hangzhou in March, but it seems that this poem is about Yangzhou.

Only Yangzhou has beautiful women. Hangzhou seems to have only one story about an older left-over woman who has lived for two thousand years and who accidentally meets a young hunk named Xu Xian on the West Lake.

Then the older single woman wanted to support a young man, but was morally condemned. The older single woman became angry and flooded Jinshan Mountain.

The wind blowing by the West Lake was very comfortable. Hangzhou was not far from Shanghai. Jiang Cheng planned to get up early tomorrow morning, get to the delivery unit early, and then go to the beach to catch seafood.

To be honest, the fish and shrimp in the sea are much more delicious than freshwater fish and shrimp if they are simply grilled.

Jiang Cheng slept well that night. After washing up early the next morning, he did not immediately set out for Shanghai.

Hangzhou is a big city, Jiang Cheng had to see if there were any special breakfasts here. When he came to this era, entertainment games were gone, and he had begun to shift his hobbies to food. In addition, he had free time to hunt.

In addition, all the cucumbers and tomatoes in the space were eaten up, especially the tomatoes, which tasted sour and sweet and were better than many fruits. He planned to go to the nearby vegetable market in the morning to buy some tomatoes and cucumbers. These were also seasonal vegetables, so he planned to stock up more.

Soon Jiang Cheng drove to a breakfast shop, walked over with half a bag of fish, and then he was surprised. He saw something similar to a hand-grabbed pancake, or more precisely, something similar to a chicken roll.

A pancake, half a fried dough stick, and a few green onions, which are cut into a diameter slightly smaller than the pancake. How should I put it? It's a bit like eating Peking duck, but now the pancake is a little bigger.

"Master, what is this and how much is it?" Jiang Cheng said to the breakfast vendor. "Hey, you are a driver from out of town. This is called scallion wrapped cypress. Five cents each." The breakfast vendor responded. From Jiang Cheng's accent, it was clear that he was not a local. Even a local would know what scallion wrapped cypress is.

"How many food coupons does it cost?" Jiang Cheng continued to ask. Five cents each seemed a bit expensive to him.

It's just half a fried dough stick, a pancake and a few scallions. It's not as good as a whole fried dough stick. If you put some dried radish, some shredded potatoes or kelp, it would be good. The fried dough stick is only three cents, and this scallion bun costs five cents, which is not worth it.

Although Jiang Cheng no longer cares about this one or two cents, he feels that it is not cost-effective to simply match it like this.

"Just five cents, no food coupons needed," said the breakfast shop chef.

"No food coupons required? Master, you are kidding me." Jiang Cheng was a little surprised. This thing actually doesn't require food coupons.

The breakfast shop chef smiled and explained the situation to Jiang Cheng.

The flour used in this scallion-wrapped cypress is not the regulated staple flour, that is, the staple foods that require food stamps to buy are rice and wheat flour. But it does not mean that only these things can be made into flour. Food made with other flours of relatively inferior quality that are not suitable as staple food does not require food stamps.

However, fried dough sticks are made by adding oil and other ingredients during the production process, and are processed food, which is different from direct grains. They are also not pure grain foods.

Some people may ask, if you just want to buy fried dough sticks, you need money and food coupons. But if you buy scallion wrapped cypress, which includes half a fried dough stick, you don’t need food coupons. According to the thinking of the post-modern people, this is a bug.

If you want to think so, it is true, but you have to look at its price. If the flour of scallion-wrapped cypress is not produced from staple food, it should be cheaper than fried dough sticks, but now it is almost twice as expensive as fried dough sticks.

This is the same as 49% of Beijing roast ducks. At Quanjude, a roast duck now costs 14 yuan, and no ticket is required. If it is not Quanjude's roast duck, it basically does not require a ticket, and it costs about 10 yuan per duck.

In the early 1960s, Peking duck was cheaper, about eight yuan per piece.

Ordinary people cannot afford such expensive ducks, so they want to stew a duck themselves. But this is not possible, because you cannot buy a duck without a ticket. You need a poultry ticket and money to buy a duck.

Now the scallion-wrapped cypress is the same. You need food stamps for simple fried dough sticks, but you don't need stamps for those wrapped in dough. But the price is expensive, so only Jiang Cheng doesn't care about the extra partitions. Others eat one occasionally, and this is something that rich people eat to spend money.

It costs 10 cents to make two fried dough sticks, and there is not much flour in them. To put it bluntly, even if a child has 10 cents to buy ten popsicles, he will not eat this.

Jiang Cheng didn't hesitate to ask for 20 pieces, each costing one yuan. The main thing is that this is freshly made, so no matter how many you buy, you won't be able to get them all.

When the chef at the breakfast shop was making scallion-wrapped cypress for Jiang Cheng, Jiang Cheng also took out the fish from the sack in front of the people who came to buy breakfast. He boldly said that he wanted to change something.

As long as he doesn't say he's selling it, Jiang Cheng knows Wei Sheng from last time, so he's not afraid of being checked as a driver. But don't make it too conspicuous.

(I'm going to have dinner. I'll update the writing from time to time in the afternoon depending on the situation.)

(End of this chapter)