Cultivation of Immortals in the 1970s [Space] Author: Long Sky Youyou

C6-10

Chapter 6

A few days before the New Year, Lin Ranran decided to go to the county seat.

In the space, the grain and various vegetables harvested for more than a month could be sold at a good price a year ago, and some daily necessities need to be supplemented.

Before dawn in the morning, Lin Ranran carried his sickle on his back and set off with the Wowotou left in the cafeteria last night.

The second aunt Lin who was in the same room had long been accustomed to Lin Ranran's early departure and late return. She mumbled, turned over and went to sleep.

Walking out of the dam construction site, it was so dark that you could not see your fingers. Lin Ranran concentrated the spiritual power in his body on his eyes and feet, and ran towards the county seat like an enclave.

When we arrived at the county seat, the sky had just dimmed.

Lin Ranran calculated that the distance between the dam and the county seat is more than 20 kilometers. Although the road in winter is not easy to walk, after the spiritual power is exhausted, it needs to enter the space to recover the spiritual power, but it takes 4 to 5 hours at the normal speed. Distance, and she arrived in more than 2 hours.

The county town is even more dilapidated and desolate in the early morning light. The streets are full of dirt roads. There are almost no buildings above two floors. There are dilapidated small bungalows everywhere.

On the conspicuous part of the courtyard wall of the street, slogans such as "struggle with one hand and production with the other" and "defeat U.S. imperialism and all lackeys" were painted on the conspicuous part of the street courtyard wall. The propaganda poster has faded in the wind and sun, and the broken paper corners dance with the cold morning breeze.

Lin Ranran wrapped a torn headscarf on his head, and asked about the supply and marketing agency that had come to the county seat.

The supply and marketing agency had just opened the door, but it was already bustling with people inside. There was a long line outside the door. Many old ladies had baskets on their arms. They lined up while chattering. Everyone shrank their shoulders and pulled themselves. Wrapped tightly, his left and right legs kept turning upside down, trembling in the cold wind.

Lin Ranran shouted "I'm looking for my mother, I'm looking for my mother", while struggling to squeeze into the supply and marketing cooperatives full of dangdang.

I stood tiptoe and squeezed in the crowd for a while, and got a general understanding of the things sold by the supply and marketing cooperatives and the current price levels.

Turning to squeeze out the crowd, Lin Ranran followed a few old ladies who had bought things from the supply and marketing cooperative and walked all the way to the south of the county. There were three newer two-story buildings on the street, which were the family area of ​​the county cloth factory.

After hiding in the big tree, Lin Ranran took out a basket from the space, carefully stacked the wild eggs collected in these sky spaces in two layers, and covered it with a small quilt.

The rabbits and pheasants in the space adapt well. It may be because of the relationship between using grass grown in the black land as feed. They are vigorous every day, and they become fatter with the naked eye. The rabbits have already had two litters. Only two eggs can be laid every day. Except for what Lin Ranran ate every day, there are more than 100 eggs left.