Rebirth in the 50s: The Couple with the Hidden Space novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Chapter 28: Shopping Anecdotes

When he arrived at the county supply and marketing cooperative, Zhang Guoqing took out all the vouchers from his pocket and went from counter to counter. It wasn’t until he reached the fabric section that he remembered Jiao Jiao didn’t specify any requirements.

"Comrade, what kind of women’s winter clothing do you all buy? Could you kindly recommend something?"

"This military green thick fabric sells best. Both men and women can make clothes with it," said the long-braided salesperson. After speaking, she sneaked another glance at him and then reminded him, "Today, there’s flawed cloth shoes and wool that don’t need vouchers. You should go quickly, or they’ll be gone."

"Alright, comrade, thank you very much for the tip. I’ll take this bolt of military green," he said.

After getting the voucher and paying, he took the fabric and rushed to the flawed items counter, which was surrounded by quite a few people. Upon looking at the wool, he found the problem not serious—it was just a color difference, which wasn’t noticeable if you didn’t pay attention to the darker shades. The quality was indeed fine. He recalled Zhou Jiao buying two colors of gradient wool to knit beautiful sweaters back in college. No wonder so many people were buying them today.

"Comrade, can you help me figure out how much wool a sweater needs for a woman who is 167CM and for myself?"

"You need 1.2 pounds, while a tall, slim woman like me needs 8 to 10 ounces. There’s not much wool left; if you want it, you must hurry."

"Please help me take all the dark blue and gray ones, and also all the bright red and maroon," he said.

Zhang Guoqing found these colors relatively better, with few flaws, almost indistinguishable, and it was genuine wool.

The salesperson was particularly curious, looking at him, as no one had ever bought the whole lot at once. How many people must be in his family: "Comrade, together it weighs 8 pounds, originally 12 yuan, now 6 yuan, no vouchers required, totaling 48 yuan. Are you sure you want it all?"

He looked at other flawed items to see if there were necessities, "And would you please bring me 2 pairs of cloth shoes, both size 44, and 5 towels."

Looking at the crowded surroundings, he didn’t feel like squeezing in among the women. "That’s it, please calculate the total and write up the voucher."

The salesperson was now sure that he truly wanted the items. "2 pairs of cloth shoes, originally 6 yuan per pair, towels 0.80 yuan, totaling half price of 8 yuan plus 48 yuan for wool, altogether 56 yuan."

After receiving the bill and making the payment, he returned to collect the goods. The salesperson earnestly told him, "Please check the 8 pounds of wool along with the 2 pairs of shoes and 5 towels. I’ve checked for you, and the flaws aren’t serious."

The salesperson opened and inspected the items, then packed them into Zhang Guoqing’s cloth bag. Fortunately, the bag was large. It took Zhang Guoqing an hour to spend all the vouchers he had. The prices weren’t high, but it was mostly small items, and the extra cloth bag he brought was filled as well.

He later wrote up the vouchers directly, paid for everything at once, and then went from counter to counter to collect his purchases. All the salespeople on the first floor smiled when they saw what he did. Zhang Guoqing had to explain helplessly that his wife was in confinement, and the vouchers were nearing expiration, so he asked for leave especially today to come by. Explaining can lead to understanding from others, which is always better than potential trouble later on when circumstances might change.

It wasn’t cowardice, but caution—better to prevent difficulties than regret after they occur. Ultimately, several kind salespeople helped, which allowed him to finish everything within a reasonable time. Zhang Guoqing thanked them repeatedly, for people were the most honest and simple in these times.

Heading upstairs, he collected 2 cans of malted milk and packed them into his bag, then Zhang Guoqing quickly walked away, feeling embarrassed. He secretly decided not to go to the supply and marketing cooperative for at least a few months, until people had mostly forgotten and started discussing new topics. He saw several young women and middle-aged ladies whispering to each other behind his back.

He tied the two bags of goods onto the bike’s rear rack and pondered the cornbread at home but steeled himself to head to the state-run restaurant across the street. These days were good; you could leave a bike right outside without it being stolen. However, he still habitually carried the two bags inside with him.

The restaurant was pitifully empty, with only a couple of people eating noodles. Sister Huang, the server, knew him from when she and Zhou Jiao would come for snacks during middle school, and she was deep in thought.

"Sister, see what’s available to eat. Your brother here is starving," Zhang Guoqing shouted as soon as he walked in.

"Where’s your little wife? Why didn’t she come with you? Haven’t seen her in ages," Sister Huang looked behind him and said, "There are steamed buns and your favorite braised pork this afternoon, and you’re in luck—we’ve got marinated beef. A production brigade’s cow fell into a ditch and died."

"First, give me 2 buns and a serving of noodles, and I’ll take the rest to go," Zhang Guoqing patted his stomach, not wanting to eat too much, "Jiao Jiao gave birth last night, and she hasn’t dared to go out with that big belly for the past few months."

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