Yang Xiaole naturally knew that he couldn't buy fatty meat without knowing anyone.

But he still didn't give up.

Indeed, there are rules everywhere, but everything needs to have a limit.

Can't you at least give a little?

Thinking of this, he wasn't angry either, and asked with a smile, "Uncle, is everything sold out today?"

"Everything is sold out!"

"What about tomorrow?"

"I don't know about tomorrow!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaole smiled. "Okay, I'll come back at the same time tomorrow. If there's none tomorrow, then the day after tomorrow. There must be some, right?"

The man cutting the meat paused for a moment and glanced at him.

He ignored him.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole continued, "I came here before dawn to queue up. If I can't buy it even if I come this early every day, I'll have to go find the head of the commune. Is this still a commune for the common people? Everyone is using connections to get good things. This kind of atmosphere is unacceptable!"

After speaking, he looked at the meat seller and quickly added, "Of course, I'm not talking about you, Uncle. I'm talking about those who use connections."

The meat seller looked at him and sneered, "The entrance to the commune is over there! Do you want me to accompany you to the county town tomorrow?"

Not much pork is sold by the commune in a day, and there's only so much fatty meat. Everyone who comes here is polite and begs for it.

It also depends on his mood.

And have a look at who can get the fatty meat?

Can you, a little brat, scare them?

Yang Xiaole was fearless, and if he couldn't buy fatty meat, it was fine. He wouldn't dare not sell regular meat.

And the pork in the space would be available soon.

Then he said to him, "Okay, I'll write a letter in a few days. I won't write to the county town, I'll write directly to the city. I want to see Director Zhang and Director Wang of your supply and marketing cooperative. How can they explain that the common people can't get fatty meat while they can?"

These days, even if it's written to the city, it can be sent. Whether it's read or not is another matter.

After all, they're busy!

The meat seller hesitated.

These days, there are indeed people who are so aggressive.

But if someone really writes a letter and reports it to the city, the director of the supply and marketing cooperative will also be implicated. It would be troublesome if they had to change their positions.

But when he thought about what he had just said, he decided not to ignore him.

"Alright, Lao Kang, just give him some. How much does he want? I'll give him the meat from my house."

In his thoughts, the man selling fish smiled and said, bending his waist a little.

If someone gives him a way out, Lao Kang pretended to mutter, "Are you sure you want to give him your share?"

"Give it to him."

"Okay, Lao Li, give him your share. That's it, give it to him. How much do you want?"

If someone gives him a way out, it's fine.

Yang Xiaole was also a bit surprised. How could this guy help him? Could it be because he sold fish that day?

It shouldn't be.

As for the two of them acting in collusion, he didn't care anymore. As long as he got the things, it was fine.

"Alright, thanks! Give me 3 catties."

Leave a little over 1 catty as a backup. After all, he won't be going to the county town in the short term, and if he goes to the city, he can get meat coupons.

While speaking, he took out a cigarette and handed it over, "Have a smoke!"

If he had taken it out before, it would have been begging. If the other person didn't give it to him, it would have been embarrassing.

Now that he had the meat, this could only be considered polite.

Lao Kang looked at the cigarette and smiled, saying, "Shout and sell, big rooster!"

This cigarette was relatively expensive without a ticket.

With his old smoking habit, smoking two packs a day would cost six or seven yuan a month. It was painful to smoke.

Then he smiled and took it, as if the unpleasantness just now hadn't happened.

"Okay, I'll pick a few fatter pieces for you. But there's only 2 catties, not 3 catties! Come earlier next time, and I'll save a piece for you."

Yang Xiaole thought for a moment and looked at the pig intestines beside him. "Alright, give me 4 catties of pig intestines."

One catty of meat coupon could buy 2 catties of pig liver or 4 catties of pig intestines.

This stuff was also good.

Before last year, tickets weren't required because there were many pigs here. Since they only raised two pigs, tickets were required.

Lao Kang agreed with a smile, "Okay, pig intestines are 45 cents per catty, pork ribs are 82 cents per catty, a total of 3 catties of meat coupon, 3 yuan and 44 cents."

After speaking, he looked at him.

Yang Xiaole naturally knew what he meant.

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He took out five yuan and handed it over.

"Use the rest to get me some spare ribs."

There's not much meat in it, but it's good for making soup!

And it doesn't require a ticket.

"Okay, spare ribs are 20 cents per catty."

After Lao Kang finished speaking, he quickly prepared what he wanted.

Yang Xiaole took the cloth bag and received it.

He said thank you and handed a cigarette to the fish seller before leaving.

After the person left, Lao Kang asked the fish seller, "What's going on, Lao Zhao? Do you know him? I said this kid is quite fierce. He threatened me as soon as he came up. If it weren't for the fact that I have a rare job now, you would see me teach him a lesson."

Lao Zhao glanced at Yang Xiaole, who had already left, and lit a cigarette. "Alright, it's just a few catties of pork ribs! You would have sold it to someone else anyway, and you wouldn't have gained anything. You just gained some face. This kid said he would send a letter, and he really did it."

"What? What's going on?"

"I only heard about it from Gao Danian. This kid is classmates with his son, and he even had an article published in the newspaper!"

"Ah, is it true or not? Tell me! What happened?"

"Alright, I'll tell you, but you should also pay attention to your temper. Have you forgotten about the movement last year?..."

...

Yang Xiaole didn't know what the two were talking about. If he knew, he would definitely complain about Gao Danian for not being trustworthy.

Feeling his way in the dark, he arrived at the tofu shop.

Making tofu is definitely done at night and sold in the morning, otherwise it would spoil in the heat.

Before, he could directly exchange beans for tofu, one-to-one exchange ratio.

He asked and found out that he could now exchange money and tickets.

With 5 catties of tofu tickets and 35 fen, he bought 5 catties of tofu.Leaving the tofu shop, the sky was already beginning to brighten. He found a place to store the things he bought in the thatched cottage within his space.

The reason he bought so much was twofold: one was for eating, and the other was to conduct an experiment to verify his own ideas.

After he finished, he finally headed home.

As he approached the village, he quietly took out the package. With the cornfield as a cover, no one could see him.

When he got home, everyone was busy.

Yang Guangzhi and his elder brother were sorting out the firewood, and there were several hemp sacks in the main hall.

Seeing him carrying something back, his mother Wang Qiuju was a bit puzzled, "Xiaole, what are you carrying? Such new bed sheets?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaole's mouth twitched.

New?

Indeed, they were newer than the ones at home.

"This is something given by Hua Yourong, Dad, the person we saved that day. Why don't you come and take a look?"

Yang Xiaole called out to the doorway.