Arriving at Xidan Shopping Mall, Yang Guangzhi looked at the upscale mall in front of him and then at their own clothes, feeling hesitant.

"Come on, let's go in. Don't be embarrassed. Look at the people in the city, don't they wear patched clothes?"

Yang Xiaole looked at him with some self-doubt and pointed to the pedestrians coming in and out.

Luckily, they were wearing clothes with fewer patches today.

If they were wearing beggar clothes made of scraps sewn together, he probably wouldn't even have the courage to stand at the entrance.

Yang Guangzhi took a look and indeed saw some people wearing patched clothes, which made him feel relieved.

Inside the mall, there were wooden display cabinets everywhere, with glass products in the front and above.

The walls were like individual storefronts, and there were many things on the shelves behind.

Although it wasn't the weekend today, there were still quite a few people inside.

Cigarettes, alcohol, cloth, candy, pastries, stationery, various daily necessities such as pots and pans.

Except for rice, flour, oil, fruits, vegetables, and meat, which were not available in this era, most things could be found here.

They arrived at a place selling leather goods, and the table behind was filled with various well-made leather goods.

In the north, it had always been a habit to wear fur coats in winter, and the leather goods that existed before the capital was founded couldn't have disappeared just because of the founding of the nation.

The difference was that most people in the capital preferred to wear fur inside, while in Shaanbei, they directly wore fur on the outside.

From the cheapest three fen multicolored rabbit fur to the most expensive over 300 yuan otter fur, it dazzled Yang Guangzhi's eyes.

Yang Xiaole touched it and found it to be well-made, very soft and clean.

"Hey, don't touch it. What if you ruin it?"

The one who spoke was not an arrogant waiter but the timid Yang Guangzhi.

He pulled Yang Xiaole away.

"Hey, Dad, what are you afraid of? Isn't this stuff here for people to see? What are you afraid of? Besides, I touched the rabbit fur, it's only a few yuan."

"A few yuan? How much money do you have that you feel a few yuan is worthless?"

Looking at Yang Xiaole, who didn't care at all, he really didn't know who gave him this courage.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole shrugged.

Looking at the obstructive Dad beside him, he said, "Dad, you go and browse around. I'll go to the restroom. I'll be back soon. I probably caught a cold last night and my stomach hurts a bit."

"Ah, then I'll accompany you."

"Ouch, Dad, just enjoy yourself and look at the girls and daughter-in-law. This mall is not that big, only a few floors. Are you afraid I'll get lost? If I do get lost later, I'll wait for you at the stairs on a few floors. Is that okay? I won't talk to you anymore, my stomach hurts."

After speaking, he ran towards the entrance.

Yang Guangzhi watched his son run towards the entrance and didn't think much of it.

He didn't leave.

Instead, he looked around here and waited for him.

When Yang Xiaole quickly arrived at the entrance, he saw that Yang Guangzhi's gaze was not on this side, so he immediately bent down and ran towards the nearby counter, using the pillars and the crowd to escape Yang Guangzhi's line of sight.

He arrived at the place selling kitchenware and took a look. The price of a kitchen knife was 60 fen, scissors were 1.8 fen, a small aluminum lunchbox was 1.2 yuan, and a large one was 3.5 yuan.

Regardless of anything else, he bought what was useful.

One pair of scissors, one kitchen knife, and three medium-sized aluminum lunchboxes.

He paid 7.68 yuan and left.

He needed to be quick.

He glanced at the nearby shop selling daily necessities and asked about it. Soap and scented soap required tickets, so he couldn't buy them.

In the countryside, there was a fixed amount of soap, one bar per household every three months, but it was never enough.

Snow cream.

Bagged, 68 fen.

In a tin box, 1.38 yuan, with a yellow tin plate depicting a beautiful woman in the style of a singer.

There was also the kind of glass bottle that he had seen in the future, priced at 3.2 yuan.

It was cold in winter, and almost everyone in the family had chilblains on their hands, face, and ears.

This thing might not be as useful as he imagined, but he still bought five bags.

7 fen for a coarse bowl, he bought five.

A double-sided enamel flower basin, 3.33 yuan, he bought one.

Towels, 26 fen each, he bought five.

Alarm clock, 15.8 yuan each, no ticket required.

Fifth Brother wanted a headband, 3 fen each, so he bought several for her.

...

After purchasing a bit, he stopped.

These small items were quietly put into the space while he was wandering around.

He strolled around the first floor, avoiding Yang Guangzhi's gaze, and secretly went up to the second floor.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief after reaching the second floor, at least he didn't have to hide anymore.

On the second floor, the most common shops were clothing stores.

All kinds of ready-made men's and women's clothing, although they looked outdated to him, they were already considered high-end goods in this era.

From coarse fabrics to fine fabrics.

Fine cloth, labor cloth, Zhigong, corduroy, tweed, floral tweed, silk...

```There were various styles and patterns, not too many of each kind, but when you consider the different materials, the variety of clothes was quite impressive.

However, the prices were also quite impressive.

The cheaper ones required tickets, essentially just covering the cost of labor, making them quite affordable for the common people.

The ones that didn't require tickets, made of good materials, were priced quite beautifully.

With the eighty or ninety yuan in his hand, he couldn't buy many, let alone the most expensive leather jackets, which cost hundreds of yuan each.

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Not to mention him, even the common people in the capital couldn't afford these, let alone the rural people.

It wouldn't be appropriate to wear them out!

He only needed to buy a few sets of clothes to wear in the city.

As for the countryside, it didn't matter.

He came to the place where they sold undershirts and asked about the prices.

The undershirts that required tickets were 2 yuan and 18 fen each, while those that didn't require tickets were 5 yuan and 8 fen each, but the material was slightly better.

He bought two according to his size.

He bought two pairs of finely spun pure cotton dark blue trousers, each set costing 18 yuan and 2 fen, spending a total of 36 yuan and 4 fen.

He bought three pairs of Liberation brand military shoes, each pair costing 2 yuan and 85 fen, and they didn't require tickets.

These were all for summer wear.

He would come back to buy more for autumn and winter.

However, he knew that these items didn't require tickets now, but most of them would after this year.

Due to natural disasters reducing raw material production, factories had to stop production due to lack of raw materials, leading to a shortage of goods in the market.

Not only would they require tickets, but also industrial coupons.

He wasn't unwilling to buy for his family, but they couldn't wear them out.

He could only deal with it later.

Looking at the remaining 4 yuan and 2 fen in his hand, Yang Xiaole knew there were still many things he hadn't bought, but he couldn't spend all his money.

He had to save some for later use.

Carrying his purchases, he walked towards the emergency stairs.

After making sure no one was around, he quietly put all the items into his space.

After he was done, he hurried out and took a quick look at the third floor.

This was where they sold high-end products.

Watches, radios, bicycles, musical instruments... everything on the third floor was good stuff.

But most of them required tickets.

He didn't go to see the fourth floor, and quietly made his way to the staircase on the first floor, planning to see if Yang Guangzhi was there.

He wanted to slip away while he wasn't paying attention.

"Mom, mom!"

In the midst of his thoughts, a cry came from the side of the staircase.

Yang Xiaole turned his head to look.

"Huh! Hua Yourong?"

It was the girl he had seen in the hospital before.

At this moment, she was squatting down, her face tear-streaked, shaking her unconscious mother.

Her mother was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, as if she had lost consciousness.

"Someone help, please save my mom! I beg you, please save my mom!"

Hua Yourong's voice was very loud, attracting many people around.

People were quite enthusiastic at this time.

A woman dressed in a store employee's uniform came over and quickly helped the woman up.

She slapped her pale face hard.

"Sister, sister, what's wrong? Wake up, sister."

Seeing no response, she felt her neck and breath, and immediately got a fright: "Oh my god, she's not breathing, Yan'er, Yan'er, go find Suqin, hurry."

"Okay, auntie! I'll go right away."

A young female attendant who was watching the commotion, hearing this, got a fright and quickly ran downstairs.

"Wuuu... my mom has a heart condition, I beg you, please save my mom!"

Hua Yourong pleaded helplessly with the woman.

"Girl, don't worry, Yan'er has gone to call the health worker, she'll be here soon."

Yang Xiaole was in the crowd, looking at the woman lying on the ground, feeling a sense of familiarity.

He had felt it a bit in the hospital before, but couldn't remember.

After thinking for a while, he realized.

Wasn't this the woman who bought the big fish at the flea market this morning to make fish oil?

He hadn't paid much attention before.

Only now did he react.

But when he heard that she wasn't breathing and had a heart condition, his heart skipped a beat!

Could it be a heart attack or something?

Would she still be breathing by the time someone found her?

After hesitating for a while, he felt he couldn't delay any longer, he should try to save her if he could.

With that thought, he stepped forward.