This is the best era, everyone treats everyone equally, and each person distributes various notes to purchase daily necessities every month according to quantitative regulations.

It is also the worst era, all ownership belongs to the collective, and even wild fish in the river are not allowed to be caught privately, otherwise it would be a socialist corner.

Qin Hao walked around and found that his plan to improve his living conditions seemed to be directly strangled in the cradle.

In the evening, as soon as Qin Hongqi got off work, Zhou Guilan called him to the kitchen.

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Guilan bluntly rushes to Qin Hao, who is in a daze.

"He has been sitting there since I came back, and he doesn't know what he was thinking in his little head."

Qin Hongqi smacked his lips: "I'm still sentimental at such a young age. I'll ask when I'm having a meal later."

On the dining table, Qin Hongqi asked curiously: "Haozi, what were you thinking just now? You are so fascinated."

"It's nothing, I just want to improve my life." Qin Hao replied casually.

Zhou Guilan and Qin Hongqi looked at each other and smiled: "Hey, I thought it was so big, but the relationship was missing."

"Boy, what do you want to eat? I will buy it for you later."

Qin Hao shook his head: "No, I'd better find a way myself."

"What can you do?" Qin Hongqi was overjoyed.

"Dad, how do you deal with the toothpaste skin you usually use at home?"

Now he really asked Qin Hongqi and looked at Zhou Guilan. His wife was basically doing housework.

"Sometimes, people from scrap purchasing stations will come to collect it. What do you want to do if you have two cents?"

"Mom, don't sell toothpaste skin at home in the future, give it to me."

"This...well."

There were six toothpaste skins at home, but that was not enough. After dinner, Qin Hao came to Zhang Qiufang's house opposite.

"Sister Qiufang, do you have toothpaste skin in your family?"

"Yes, why do you want that?"

"Well, how about I exchange maltose for you?"

"Maltose?" Zhang Qiufang's eyes shone. No child doesn't like to eat candy, let alone in the 1960s when supplies were extremely scarce.

"But not yet, I have to give it to you in two days."

"Okay, I'll get it for you."

After a while, Zhang Qiufang brought two toothpaste skins over. Just as Qin Hao was about to go home, He Jiawen, who was next door, ran over.

"Sister Qiufang, what are you doing?"

Zhang Qiufang told He Jiawen that this girl ran faster than a rabbit. After a while, she came over with four toothpaste skins, and then looked at Qin Hao: "How much maltose can these be exchanged for?"

Qin Hao laughed secretly, but he didn't expect that the second child of the He family was still a foodie when he was a child.

"Don't worry, you won't suffer any loss."

After a while, Qin Hao came to the waste recycling station. He said that buying toothpaste skin was the inspiration provided by Lin Dongzhe.

"That kid, this is not a place you can come."

As soon as Qin Hao entered the yard, he was stopped by a middle-aged man.

"Uncle, are you recycling toothpaste skin?"

"Are you here to sell toothpaste skin? Where are your adults?"

"They want to go to work, so let me come."

"Take it with one three cents."

Sure enough, it was more than the ones I received from my door. After Qin Hao took out all the toothpaste skins, the man frowned: "Why are your family so many toothpaste skins?"

"There are two next doors, so I'll sell them together."

"Your family lives? What's your name?"

"My father's name is Qin Hongqi, and he works in a leather factory in a foreign trade company."

"Okay, give this a 30-60-point score. Be careful on the way and don't lose it."

"Thank you uncle."

After leaving the scrap purchase station, Qin Hao came to the state-owned store and took out the food coupons he asked Zhou Guilan last night.

"Auntie, I want 3 kilograms of glutinous rice."

"Where are your adults?"

"They went to work and asked me to buy it."

"The kid is so awesome, come and pretend for you."

With a innocent smile, I easily got away with it.

In addition to glutinous rice, there is also wheat to make malt sugar. However, you don’t need to buy this thing. It’s time to harvest wheat immediately. The fields are everywhere. Qin Hao got into the field and grabbed a small bag and took it back.

After soaking the wheat and glutinous rice in water for two hours, Qin Hao evenly sprinkled the soaked wheat on the dustpan.
Chapter completed!