Walking on the way home, Gong Tao was extremely excited, "Gangzi, I'm not dreaming, am I?"
Knowing that people who eat city rations also lack various things, I never thought things could be sold at such high prices.
Zhao Gang was also smiling and didn't mind Gong Tao repeatedly asking this question, "How could it be a dream?"
Zhao Gang gently patted his chest, where there was a thick stack of money, "If we can get a few more wild boars before the New Year, we can have a very prosperous New Year."
"If we're able to sell things at a good price, we can all have a well-fed New Year." Zhao Gang looked forward hopefully.
Even though we can't openly celebrate extravagantly, as long as the family knows the truth, it's enough.
"Don't keep the cloth tickets, we'll buy cloth and bring it back soon. Those tickets have an expiration date." Zhao Gang was worried that Gong Tao might stash away or mail the good stuff back home.
