The supply and marketing co-op store is almost like a modern department store, selling all sorts of things, with goods neatly arranged on the shelves.
The shop is quite large, and every counter has a salesperson.
During this time in the 1980s, when the national economy wasn't great, it was quite hard to find a few overweight people on the streets.
But Gu Fuqiao noticed that the women working here seemed slightly plumper than most people outside.
"Miss, you've been wandering around for a while. What do you want to buy?" The woman at the fabric counter asked Gu Fuqiao after seeing her wandering around several times.
After all, in these days, people who have the leisure to browse the supply and marketing co-op for so long are rare.
Gu Fuqiao walked over to the fabric counter and had a look.
There were many things here that Gu Fuqiao found appealing, like those soap powders and hand-crafted soaps, which were quite expensive in later years.
However, she was most interested in the pure cotton fabrics.
In this era, the synthetic fiber fabric Terylene was popular, but other fabrics were pure cotton with no additives.
"I want to buy two feet of fabric," Gu Fuqiao said cheerfully.
"Sure! Miss, which fabric have you chosen?" The woman picked up a rod beside her, ready to help Gu Fuqiao take the fabric.
Gu Fuqiao remembered that buying necessities required tickets these years.
But she didn't have a fabric ticket at the moment.
Seeing the woman's sincere eyes made her feel embarrassed, so she pretended to fumble in her pocket, feigning panic. "What's going on? Where did my fabric ticket go? What's happening?"
The woman tried to comfort her upon seeing her anxious expression, "No rush, take your time to look. Maybe you left it at home."
"Right!" Gu Fuqiao said, suddenly realizing, "I must've forgotten to bring it out! Look at my memory, I'll come back to buy it tomorrow."
After speaking, Gu Fuqiao walked out.
Once she left the supply and marketing co-op, she couldn't help but scold herself.
She had previously gathered a lot of information to write about 1980s military marriages, so how could she forget that buying things required tickets?
"Oh, my brain!" Gu Fuqiao tapped her forehead with her hand.
Looking at the remaining nineteen yuan in her hand, she suddenly felt powerless.
Like a hero with no place to show his strength, even with money, there's no place to spend it!
"Hey, maybe I should go back and ask Yan Zhen Guo if he has any tickets..." She really wanted to buy some of these pure, handcrafted items to enjoy!
Talking to herself, Gu Fuqiao headed towards the hospital. Just as she passed a street corner, she smelled the fragrant scent of cooked sticky rice.
The aroma was also mixed with the fresh scent of bamboo leaves.
Rice dumplings eaten during the Dragon Boat Festival!
Gu Fuqiao looked up and noticed a small stall set up at the street corner ahead.
If you didn't look carefully, you really wouldn't notice it.
The stall was manned by a guy in his twenties, who seemed to be dozing off, his cap tilted from sleeping.
He even looked a bit like a street punk.
"Boss, how much are the rice dumplings?" Gu Fuqiao asked.
She deliberately raised her voice, startling the boss awake.
"What's going on!" He jolted in his chair, his hat falling from his head and covering his entire face.
Gu Fuqiao didn't expect to scare someone just by wanting to buy something.
She helplessly said, "How much are your rice dumplings?"
The man calmed down upon hearing Gu Fuqiao's voice, reached out to remove the hat covering his face.
He looked Gu Fuqiao up and down, shook his head, and said, "Capitalist's daughter, these aren't rice dumplings; you won't get used to them."
After that, he sat back properly on the stool, eyes slightly closing as if he was about to fall asleep again.
Gu Fuqiao didn't expect such blatant contempt. Did she really look like a capitalist?
It felt like she could just let it be. But since he wouldn't let her eat, she insisted she would!
Gu Fuqiao raised her hand and tapped twice on the counter, producing a crisp sound.
The boss opened his eyes impatiently at the sound and said, "I've already told you, you won't get used to them, don't waste money!"
"How do you know I won't get used to them? They smell pretty good!" Gu Fuqiao said discontentedly.
"Hey!" He hadn't expected Gu Fuqiao to be so persistent, so he stood up straight away to face her.
The guy was about 1.78 meters tall and looked a lot like a Hong Kong and Taiwan star, Sun Xing, but had a hint of rascal aura about him.
"Alright then, these fragrant buns are twenty cents each. Pay up!" He said, reaching out to Gu Fuqiao, making a money gesture.
"Are you committing robbery?" Gu Fuqiao said discontentedly, planting her hands on her hips and looking at him.
She wasn't clueless; before her journey through time, she had done plenty of prepared research.
In the early 1980s, a bun cost only two cents.
He was asking for twenty cents, if not a robbery, then what was it!
The price had increased tenfold!
The man looked at Gu Fuqiao's angry appearance and couldn't help but laugh triumphantly, "I say capitalist's lady, don't you have a lot of money? Why so stingy!"
The man's mocking words infuriated Gu Fuqiao.
Just as she was thinking of ways to deal with the man, his expression suddenly changed, squatting beneath the stall.
Curious, Gu Fuqiao turned around, but she hadn't had a chance to see, she felt her skirt being tugged by something!
Looking down, she saw the man hidden beneath the stall had grabbed her skirt, pulling it downwards!
He was trying to pull her skirt off!
"What kind of hooligan are you!" Gu Fuqiao had no choice but to move behind the stall.
Just as she got angry, she saw the man put his empty hand to his mouth and made a hushing gesture, "Don't make a fuss, help me out."
Once he said that, his eyes showed a pleading look.
Recalling his earlier arrogant look, now Gu Fuqiao felt quite pleased!
Seeing the man's upward gaze, she sneered coldly and said, "Weren't you quite smug just now? This lady won't help you!"
Saying this, she lifted her leg to leave.
But before she could turn around, the man slightly tugged at her skirt again!
She could even feel the skirt sliding down her waist a little!
What was this man up to!
Gu Fuqiao eyed him in shock, angrily questioning the man hidden beneath the stall, "What exactly do you want? Keep this up and I'll call the police!"