The 1.2 yuan per jin of crisp yellow beans sounds expensive, but that stuff doesn't weigh much; 1.2 yuan gets you two big oil-paper packages, and as a snack, they can last for many days.
The kids at home especially love it!
Watching everyone's eyes follow those two oil-paper packages back and forth, this feeling... how should I put it?
It's roughly like buying a bicycle under everyone's watchful eyes, with others feeling envious and jealous but having to watch!
Old Zhu felt a moment of clarity and joy.
Because of this, he also ignored everyone's watchful eyes.
—Everyone eats from the same trench; why is it that only you, Old Zhu, can have Comrade Xiao Chu individually package crisp yellow beans for you?
Everyone exchanged a glance, and without a word, threw an arm around Old Zhu's shoulder.
"Hey, Old Zhu, what was it that you ate at Captain Shi's house last time? I didn't remember, tell me again..."
It wasn't until he was pushed forward by the crowd that Old Zhu realized:
