"What?" Zhao Jun froze, then it dawned on him. He hurriedly pushed his way through the crowd and headed outside.
Zhao Jun left the Supply and Marketing Cooperative and hurried to the side of the truck. He saw that the floor of the truck bed—the kind used for hauling lumber—was already covered with a layer of items.
There were crates of soft drinks, boxes of liquor, cases of canned goods, and another seven or eight boxes of who-knows-what.
Lined up against one side of the bed were several large, bulging burlap sacks.
Since the country had opened up, you didn't really need ration coupons for most things anymore, but there were still restrictions on buying grain.
Zhao Jun couldn't for the life of him figure out what, besides grain, his mom could have bought to fill several large burlap sacks.
On top of that, there were eight huge red cloth bundles, and he had no idea what was inside them.
