Return To the Era with Space Supplies Chapter 57

Chapter 57 Internal strife

Eight people can eat, based on the ration of three taels per person, it will cost two and a half kilograms in a month.

Don't say you don't have enough tickets, even if you have enough, a pound of oil will cost 60 to 70 cents.

You may be able to find free tickets on the black market, but the price will be higher. If you are lucky, you can buy it for one yuan and ten cents per catty, but the regular price is one yuan, two or three yuan.

How many people are reluctant to eat a four-cent egg, let alone spend one or two yuan to buy oil to feed seven or eight mouths.

With this money, what can you do?

“We come here, it's an experience. In fact, it doesn't matter if we eat more or less…”

“How can we save oil in this province? If you don't eat it, others won't eat it?”

If you save one meal, can you save all the meals?

The group of people had different faces, their faces were red and their necks were thick because of the quarrel.

Why…

Si Ningning sighed secretly and stared at everyone arguing out of boredom.

　This matter is settled, how about cooking separately?

They have to be grouped together. Not to mention that it is difficult to get along between male and female educated youths. The gap between rich and poor is also a problem.

Mo Bei crossed his arms over his chest, raised his chin slightly and stared at the person opposite him with half-squinted eyes.

The girl held the pen against her chin and poked it here and there. Her small, palm-sized face nodded slightly, making it look even sharper.

The little deer eyes swept around, and when she saw the person asking her to comment, she bent her eyes and nodded and said yes.

When I met the person who asked her for advice, I frowned slightly and smiled and said it was fine...

His sweet smile never faded. He looked like a wallflower, but his eyebrows were drooped and his face was forced. It was obvious that he didn't want to get involved.

Just refuse it directly. The word "Chuan" flashed across Mo Bei's brow, and he curled up his long fingers and knocked on the table in reverse. The two soft sounds of "knock, knock" were obviously very subtle, but they silenced the whole room.

From the first meeting, Mo Bei has always had a cold face. In addition to making people feel cold, he is more serious.

Although he talks little, he is relatively influential among the male educated youths. Seeing his actions, the male educated youths became quiet together.

At this pause, the female educated youth silenced her voice.

Si Ningning awkwardly withdrew her hand from Jiang Yue's arms and breathed a sigh of relief: "Mo Zhiqing, do you have any good suggestions?"

It's best to have an opinion, settle the matter quickly!

She is just a big fan. Every time she is asked whether it is okay or not, what is going on?

"Raise funds, save tickets, take turns every month." Mo Bei glanced at Si Ningning, stretched out his big hand, and took away the notebook and pen from her hand.

Mo Bei glanced at the people around him and drew a table with five horizontal rows and nine vertical columns.

Without any tools except a pen, the grid drawn was unexpectedly neat.

Si Ningning raised his head and glanced at Mo Bei, and two words popped up in his mind: great person.

"This month I will produce oil, and so on. Next month I will produce salt, and everyone else is the same." Mo Bei kept moving, drawing a diagonal line on the top of his head, writing oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar horizontally and vertically. Write the names of everyone present at the top.

"Those who have money will pay, those who have tickets will pay, and those who are not in good condition will buy them together." Mo Bei tapped his hand on the paper and looked at the crowd, "Any more questions?"

There is a problem, but who has the nerve to ask?

Moreover, it is better to find someone to buy with a partner than to buy alone.

There are eight people in total, except for one Mo Bei, there are still seven people! If two people were converted into one, the next big expensive project would be his turn in four months.

With this calculation, it doesn't seem like a loss?

(End of this chapter)

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