Travel through famine years and awaken a post-apocalyptic survival system.

The next day, I woke up around 6 a.m. as usual.

"ha!"

I stretched and yawned. It's so nice not having the system waking me up.

I checked the system store.

It has indeed been refreshed.

There are rifles, medicines, basic supplies, and even folding modules for sale, priced at 10 points.

Zhao Qingsong hesitated for a moment.

The others are not needed for the time being.

The space folding module is a great thing; it can also build another shelter.

After thinking about it, I decided to give up; points are hard to come by.

There's no need to buy things you don't need right now; it looks like the shelves will be refreshed later.

Thinking about going ice skating tonight, I still need to buy a pair of ice skates. After getting up and washing up, I left home.

Arriving at the state-run breakfast shop, I called out to the old man.

"Master, two meat buns, two fried dough sticks, and a bowl of soy milk."

The old man was frying dough sticks and said without turning his head, "No meat buns. We won't have any meat buns for the next two weeks."

"Huh? Why?"

"It's almost New Year's Day, and meat ration coupons are being issued. Many breakfast shops and restaurants have stopped supplying pork to ensure the availability of meat ration coupons."

Zhao Qingsong nodded slightly upon hearing this: "Alright then, I'll exchange it for two fried dough cakes."

"Okay, sure."

After paying, I sat down at the stall.

After having breakfast, I bought some freshly baked steamed buns before heading straight to the service center.

You have to go to the steel mill service center to buy ice skates.

Upon arriving at the local area, it was not much different from a supply and marketing cooperative, except that it sold a slightly wider variety of goods.

At that time, there was no suitable environment for roller skates in mainland China; most places only sold roller skates.

People without money would just use a wooden board with a few wires tied to the bottom as roller skates, while only people with money would buy roller skates.

"Hey bro, how much are those ice skates?"

He pointed to an ice skate on the cabinet behind him and said.

"20!"

The man glanced at it and said casually, then continued tidying up.

"That's so expensive!"

Zhao Qingsong clicked his tongue, "Ordinary people might not be willing to buy it."

"Okay, get me one. Size 43."

He took out the money and handed it over.

I paid and got a pair of roller skates.

"Black Dragon Ice Blade?"

This is a brand from Northeast China. It is said to have become an instant hit at the Canton Fair and was exported to the Soviet Union and Germany. It was considered one of the best brands of that era.

After buying the items, I looked at the money in my hand.

After adding the money from selling the meat, I still had a dozen or so yuan left.

"No, I'll panic if I don't have any money. I can't buy anything I want. I need to find some time to go to the city and get some money."

Even if he doesn't spend money, he feels at ease knowing he has money.

Hey!

I was terrified of poverty because I had to pay off loans in my past life.

I snapped out of my thoughts and tested my foot.

It was alright. I took off my shoes, put my things into the cloth bag for roller skates, and left the service center with my things.

……

"What did you buy?!"

Back in the department, Huang Hai saw him carrying things and asked him with a smile.

"Oh, roller skates!"

"Oh my, this must be 20 yuan! Where did you get the money? Are you a butcher?"

After Huang Hai finished speaking, he chuckled and said, "Hey bro, can we talk about something?"

Looking at his expression, Zhao Qingsong knew what was going on.

They must have known he had meat, so they bought it.

"What's wrong?"

"Could you spare two pounds of meat for me?"

"OK!"

"Oh? Really!"

Huang Hai was overjoyed: "Thank you so much! How much is it? I'll pay you in a bit."

"Our department can exchange two jin (1 kg) for the same price as the market price, which is one yuan per jin. But let's make this clear first, it can only be people from our department. If anyone brings people from other departments, I won't dare to sell to them next time. They'll accuse me of speculation and profiteering, and I'll be in trouble then."

He has people like Gao Dazhi, and he can't favor one over the other.

"Hey, don't worry, I'll talk to everyone in the department about it. Our department really benefited from your help!"

Zhao Qingsong smiled and said, "Hey, what's there to be ashamed of? We're all in the same department, don't be so formal."

The group smiled upon hearing this.

Old Liu thought of something and said to him, "Hey, right, I don't have anything to do today, so I won't assign you any tasks. Let Old Zhou take you to get your gun and bullets, and practice on the target. I've given you my share of bullets, so I won't go."

Huang Hai laughed and said, "I've given them to you too. I'm not going. There were only five bullets in total, and they were gone before I even felt them."

"Okay, thanks!"

Zhao Qingsong agreed.

After staying in the department for a while, I went to find Lao Zhou.

There were several people in Lao Zhou's office at that moment, mostly young people like him.

The only acquaintances he knew were Lao Zhou's apprentice Li Yongle and Shen Lei's apprentice Zhang Pengfei. He had met and spoken to the others, but they were not very familiar with him.

There are three more.

Song Ming and Han Jiahua are Wang Hu's apprentices, and Feng Jun is Shen Lei's apprentice.

If you really want to be precise, he could be considered Gao Dazhi's apprentice.

He just kept calling him "Big Brother Gao," which elevated his seniority, since his way of thinking was different from that of this era.

"Brother Zhou!"

Zhao Qingsong came over and greeted him with a smile.

Old Zhou smiled as he saw him coming and said, "I was just about to look for you. There's target practice today, you can come over later."

"Yeah, I know. Officer Liu and the others aren't coming. Give me the bullets!"

"Alright! Everyone's here, let's go!"

After saying that, he stood up.

They were taken to a warehouse specifically for storing guns and ammunition.

They received six guns.

Inside the steel plant, there is a small hill, and the shooting range is a small area carved out at the foot of the hill.

Walking down the street, Zhang Pengfei smiled and asked, "Qingsong, do you know how to use it?"

"Yeah, I've used it. Last time we went into the mountains, Officer Gao had me fire a few shots, but my aim wasn't good."

"It's okay, we'll just practice more. We're short on bullets, and we're all about the same skill level."

Zhao Qingsong smiled and nodded.

Follow behind to the target practice.

The target is a 50-meter target, which is just a piece of wood with a wooden board about the size of a human head stuck in it. You just need to hit it; there is no requirement for the number of rings.

Zhao Qingsong's current skill level isn't that of a sharpshooter, but he's definitely accurate when he shoots.

However, he still loosened his grip a bit.

Six out of ten shots hit the target.

Especially the first few shots were careless, but the next 10 shots all hit, although there was no pattern to it.

Old Zhou watched him stand up and nodded slightly: "Hmm, it's already quite good for a first-timer. There's still room for improvement."

"That's all thanks to Brother Zhou's teaching."

Zhao Qingsong was polite.

Seeing that his system proficiency had increased by another 20 points, once he reached the advanced level, he would probably be able to hit the eyes and vital points of animals even when they were running, instead of needing to aim and find an opportunity like he does now.

"You're such a smooth talker."

Old Zhou smiled and called out to the others, "Collect the spent cartridges and head back."

Everyone had already collected the spent cartridges and taken their belongings back.

……

Nothing much happened at the factory in the afternoon.

After getting off work, Zhao Qingsong went straight to the clinic.

"Officer Zhao, you're at our infirmary again! Do we have spies here too?"

When Feng Qian saw him coming, she smiled and made a joke.

His gaze turned to Shen Wanqing beside him.

Zhao Qingsong said with a serious expression, "Yes, that's possible, so I need to take Shen Wanqing to cooperate with the investigation."

This kind of joke can still be made nowadays.

If we wait a few more years, we absolutely cannot open it; people will die.

Feng Qian understood the meaning behind the words.

With a teasing expression, he jokingly asked Shen Wanqing, "Wanqing, what's going on? Is something between you two?"

Shen Wanqing blushed slightly.

He glared at Zhao Qingsong: "Are you crazy?! Why are you saying all this nonsense?"

Seeing this, Zhao Qingsong regained his composure and laughed, "Just kidding! I've never ice skated before. There's a skating rink at the factory, so I asked Nurse Shen to take me there."

"Oh, I see!"

Feng Qian gave me an "I understand" look.

ice skating?

These are usually places where acquaintances go ice skating. But if two young men and women who haven't known each other for very long go ice skating, there's definitely something going on!