Return to the 1982 Staff Compound

Chapter 87 Malted Milk

The next morning, Chen Suniang quietly prepared breakfast and let her son sleep in.

The family went to work or school, and soon the room was empty.

When Qiu Huoming got up, he found that the room was empty.

He was still a little uncomfortable and walked around in the inner room before coming out.

After drinking a bowl of still-warm porridge and eating a pancake, he began to feel a little bored.

This sudden holiday is like a poor man suddenly becoming rich. For a moment, I don’t know how to make overall arrangements.

He turned on the radio, which was playing the news. The broadcast was talking about a major crackdown on speculation.

He pricked up his ears and listened.

The most famous memory in 82 was the incident of the Eight Kings. That happened in Zhe Province. Because Zhe Province is close to the sea, that area developed the fastest.

As a result, more economic problems emerged. In several places in Zhe Province, there were a large number of people working in low-voltage electrical appliances, and the income of workers in many private enterprises was higher than that of workers in state-owned enterprises. This attracted the attention of some people.

This time the investigation team acted swiftly and decisively. The broadcast only reported the facts without mentioning too many inside details.

Wucheng County is located close to the river, and its transportation is not convenient, let alone superior. Its economy is not impressive, and the wind of rectification this time is mostly blowing towards economically developed provinces.

Fang Jun is a very smart person. In a small place, he is considered to be well-informed.

I hope he can be more careful, otherwise if he gets caught in a trap, many things will become difficult to predict.

Qiu Huoming listened to the radio for a while and looked at the time. He had gotten up late today, so it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

He changed into a new set of clothes. He had an appointment to go boating in the afternoon, so it didn't hurt to dress a little more handsomely.

I carried my schoolbag and put all my documents and receipts in it. I went directly to the post office in the morning to withdraw the money and subscribed to the magazine.

While riding my bike, I just passed the old bridge at the east gate and saw Zhang Yougen squatting on the curb. There were several other people gathered next to him, and they looked like they were not someone you would mess with.

"Brother Yougen." Qiu Huoming squeezed the brake, propped up the bicycle with one foot and greeted him.

"Hey, he's quite tall, Brother Gen, let him go too to make up the numbers." said a burly man in a flowered shirt nearby.

"Go away, he is different from us." Zhang Yougen stood up, his tall body blocking his view of Qiu Huoming. He squinted at Qiu Huoming with murderous intent in his eyes, "You're skipping class?"

"We have a holiday this week because of exams!" Qiu Huoming quickly explained.

"Oh, the exam is coming up so soon?" Zhang Yougen's murderous aura dissipated very quickly, and he waved his hand in disdain, "Go away, go away, don't stay here and get in the way."

"Okay, then I'm leaving."

Qiu Huoming stepped hard on the pedal and the car sped forward quickly.

From behind, he could vaguely hear a man asking Zhang Yougen, "Who is that guy?"

The wind blew past my ears, and the sounds gradually disappeared.

Qiu Huoming stopped at the door of the post office, went to withdraw money first, and put all the money into his pocket.

Then he looked for the magazine subscription code and filled it out one by one. Then he found a staff member and asked, "Comrade, is Brother Chunsheng here?"

"Here, I'll call him." The staff member turned around and opened the door behind him, "Chunsheng, someone is looking for..."

Soon Chunsheng came out. He was wearing the uniform of the post office. He smiled when he saw Qiu Huoming. "The writer is here. Come in and sit down."

Qiu Huoming walked in curiously. This should be their internal office area. He took out the magazine subscription form and said, "Brother Chunsheng, I have filled it out. How do I pay?"

Chunsheng took it and said, "Come on, I'll take you to pay."

He took him directly into the counter and called to an older woman, "Sister Yan, please help my friend order a magazine."

Sister Yan took the order without saying a word, and the beads on the abacus flew up and down, while she muttered to herself:

“儿童文学3毛钱一期，半年就是1块8毛钱，科学文艺3毛8分钱一期，半年就是2块2毛8分钱；少年文艺2毛5分钱，半年就是1块5毛钱，一共5块5毛8分钱。”

Qiu Huoming paid the money, and Sister Yan stamped it and gave him the receipt.

The people queuing outside glanced at Qiu Huoming but said nothing.

"Thank you, Brother Chunsheng." Qiu Huoming put away the receipt and said to him politely.

Chunsheng grinned, "It's a piece of cake. Sit for a while and I'll make you a cup of malted milk."

A colleague at the side joked: "Chunsheng, you are willing to take out the malted milk..."

Qiu Huoming waved his hand quickly, "No, I have something else to do later, maybe next time."

Chunsheng was also very straightforward, "Okay, next time you come, I'll treat you to a delicious meal."

Qiu Huoming said goodbye to Chunsheng and rode his bike to the supply and marketing building.

He just mentioned malted milk, which reminded Qiu Huoming. He originally wanted to order milk for Chen Suniang and Qiu Jianshe, but found out that they were lactose intolerant and felt uncomfortable in their stomachs after drinking milk. It would be better to buy some malted milk. The eldest and youngest sisters would definitely like it.

The last time he drank malted milk at Fatty’s house, he thought it tasted pretty good, with a strong milky flavor.

I locked the car and went in to check the price. It was 3 yuan per can, which was definitely a high price.

No wonder those people are reluctant to part with it. Except for distinguished guests, ordinary people are really unwilling to share it.

But the can is big and can last for a long time.

Qiu Huoming bought a can, carried it in a net bag, and hung it on the handlebars when he went out. A person nearby asked, "Young man, how much is this?"

"3 yuan line..." After saying this, he didn't wait for the other party to react. He kicked away the rear stand, got on the bike and rode away. The idler's clicking sound came from behind him.

Hey, with malted milk, I’m afraid my older and younger sisters will be very happy.

When passing the old bridge, Zhang Yougen was no longer there. He had a vague feeling that something bad was going to happen, but Zhang Yougen was always overbearing, so it would be strange if he would listen to his advice.

The original body didn't care much about the people in the compound, and his fragmented memories couldn't piece together what Zhang Yougen's future would be like. He thought about it carefully, but still got nothing.

When he got home, they were not back yet. He placed the malted milk in the middle of the dining table, chuckled, thought for a moment, and then opened the seal. If he didn't open it, Chen Suniang would probably keep it until it solidified before taking it out to drink.

After washing a few cups, she happily took a clean rag, walked to the kitchen door, squatted on the ground, and wiped her precious bicycle. Before she wiped it a few times, she heard the voices of her elder sister and younger sister talking not far away.

The little sister just leaned out of the alley and saw him at a glance. She ran over quickly, holding a piece of maltose in her hand and said, "Brother, open your mouth."

Qiu Huoming glanced at the cracks between her fingernails that were slightly covered in dirt and shook his head firmly. He stood up and said, "Go into the house quickly and look around. There may be a surprise."

"Great, are we going treasure hunting? Sister, come on, let's go treasure hunting..."