Between comments from the people in line, it quickly comes to Chen Xueniang's turn.
She takes out her grain ration book, grain tickets, and money, and steps into the grain shop cleanly and neatly weighing fifteen pounds of cornmeal. As she supports the flour bag with both hands, she lets the shop assistant pour the weighed cornmeal into it. Simultaneously, she turns back to Feng Qingxue who has followed her and says, "I work in a textile factory and eat in the cafeteria every day at noon, so I need to keep some grain tickets on hand."
After making her purchase, she moves off to the side with the bag of flour. As Feng Qingxue hurries forward, she realizes that today they only have cornmeal and dried sweet potatoes, and there are no fine grains at all, with quality being a bit poor.
"What are you buying? How much?" the shop assistant asks impatiently.
Feng Qingxue quickly hands over the ration book and the grain tickets, "Thirty-five pounds of cornmeal."
