Chapter 477 The Biggest Challenge in Making Ice Cream

This shouting sound full of childhood memories has rarely been heard since the merger of the public and private sectors, and now it sounds inexplicable.

Han Li opened his mouth but no sound came out, but he immediately thought of the raw materials and tools for making ice cream.

The tools for making ice cream are easy to say. A bucket and a matching bucket cover, a hole in the middle of the bucket cover, a rotating shaft with blades inserted, and a crank handle. Put the raw materials in, cover the lid, and turn the handle to make the blades inside rotate.

These things and parts are best made of iron, but Han Li does not have so much scrap iron in his hands. In addition, his mental strength cannot decompose and synthesize iron, and he does not want to feel the feeling that is more uncomfortable than a hangover.

Fortunately, there is an iron birch in his decomposition space. Although Han Li is rare and usually reluctant to use this thing, it is nothing for the happiness of his family.

The tools have a way out, but Han Li is stumped by the raw materials.

Making ice cream requires milk, juice, starch, eggs and white sugar. The other things are easy to say, but Han Li does not have a drop of milk in his hand.

When my country was first established, there were only 120,000 dairy cows in the country, and only 20,000 dairy cows with good milk production performance. The annual output of all milk was only 217,000 tons, with an average of only 0.4 kg per person per year and 1.1 grams per day, which was not as much as what is stuck on bottle caps in later generations.

At that time, milk consumption was mainly concentrated in the four-nine cities and several large coastal cities. Only a few wealthy families and some special groups could enjoy this uncommon nutrient product.

Seven White Rabbit Milk Candies are equal to a cup of milk was also a slogan of this period, making it and malted milk, which does not contain much milk, directly become luxury goods of this era, but this also proves that my country's milk production is insufficient.

In the four-nine cities of this year (74), milk will be supplied to people with special needs, but if you want to buy milk, you must use a card, and milk is not available every day.

However, this milk card is not available to ordinary people. It is said that in the black market, two milk cards can be exchanged for a bicycle ticket during the most tense period. It has become the most precious ticket in the hearts of many people in the four-nine cities, which also shows how precious milk is now.

At that time, there were only a few factories in the country, such as Red Star Milk Powder, Bright Milk Powder, Sanyuan, and Jinling Weigang.

Han Li remembered that until 1978, my country's milk production increased to 50 times that of the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China. Although it still could not meet the needs of the people, it was no problem to supply only to the elderly, children, and patients.

However, by then, milk cards became milk tickets, and they were divided into three types: red, white, and blue.

If there are children in the family, red tickets will be issued based on the household registration. Children under two years old can get one and a half pounds per day, and children over two years old can get one pound per day.

Patients with major diseases can get blue tickets based on relevant diagnosis certificates, but the daily quota is only half a pound.

Elderly people can get white tickets based on household registration and relevant certificates. Under normal circumstances, they can buy milk 20 days a month, and the daily quota is also only half a pound.

As for other people who want to drink milk, they really can't, unless your level or relationship is sufficient, otherwise you can only wait until the mid-to-late 1990s to fulfill this wish.

Han Li had a headache when he thought of this. It seemed that he had to go to several black markets around tonight, otherwise what he said just now would become bragging.

However, it was better to go out as soon as possible to get this done, otherwise the two sisters would be suspicious and worried at night, and he would need to explain to Han's father and mother.

"Well, I made an appointment with Yu Daqiang to have dinner together this morning. You don't have to make my portion when you cook later. Please help me talk to my parents."

"Brother Li, then you should drink less today,"

"Brother, come back early."

"Got it."

Han Li put on the cotton jacket, scarf, and hat handed to him by Yun Jingjing, and pushed his bicycle out.

He first rode his bicycle around the black markets, and when the night fell completely, he found a restaurant and had dinner casually.

Then he rode to the vicinity of the largest black market and turned into an empty alley, and put the bicycle into the decomposition space.

He put on his hat, pulled up his scarf, and walked over with a shoulder bag on his back and a travel bag in his hand.

He paid 10 cents at the entrance and entered. It was no different from other places. Most people used lanterns, but the light of the lanterns was all adjusted to the minimum. There were very few flashlights. Occasionally, one or two flashlights had a dark cloth tied to the mouth of the lamp.

Almost everyone here was dressed like Han Li, and most people wanted to cover their eyes.

The entrance to the black market was mostly stalls selling daily necessities at home, and Han Li didn't stay here at all.

There were more things inside, such as porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, jade, ornaments, watches, pens, flashlights, and old clothes. There were many kinds, but Han Li was not very interested in them.

Because Han Li didn't like ordinary things, and he didn't understand calligraphy and paintings, jade, and antiques at all. If he really wanted to buy such things, Han Li would definitely choose to go to a trust store, where there were professional masters to appraise them, which was much better than buying them blindly here.

There were several people walking back and forth in the middle of the black market, reselling various bills in their hands. These people were either the subordinates of the mastermind behind the scenes, or they had special relationships and paid a certain fee to the mastermind.

Milk cards are not necessarily found in ordinary stalls even if you look around until dawn. Only by finding such people can you achieve your goal the fastest.

But before Han Li could get close to him, a person with a somewhat obscene behavior walked towards him.

"Brother, do you want tickets or not? I have all kinds of tickets here, whether it's match tickets, grain tickets, meat tickets, coal tickets, oil tickets, bicycle tickets, as long as you can name them, I can get them all for you."

"Then you are really powerful, but I don't want tickets, I just need a few pounds of milk cards, I wonder if you can find them?"

"Milk cards? This thing is not cheap?"

"I know whether it is cheap or not, because my family often uses it, but it just happened to be out of food in the past few days, so I plan to try my luck here. It doesn't matter if I can't find milk or food, but if you can get it, it would be great."

"Brother, this milk card does have this at my eldest brother's place. I think you are also an open-minded person. I can go there to make a friend like you, but you have to let me see your strength?"

Han Li smiled and opened his clothes after hearing this. The small yellow croaker and the Type 54 pistol on his waist were seen by Hou Liu, and the other party immediately smiled and said.

"Okay, I'll go ask for you right now, and I'll get you the lowest price. But if you have any needs in the future, just remember to take care of me, Hou Liu."

"Okay, okay. If there is anything inconvenient in the future, I will definitely trouble you. Then I will wait for your news here, brother Liu."

For such a person who can solicit business in the largest black market in Sijiu City at will, it is still trustworthy. At least there is absolutely no problem in the black market. Just now, he showed the pistol to the other party just to scare him.

Maybe Hou Liu had already contacted Han Li just now, so no other ticket sellers came to talk to him later, so Han Li concentrated on wandering around here.

Soon Han Li found a stall that was different from others. There was a little boy in his teens on the stall. There was only something like a photo album in front of him, which made Han Li squat curiously.

"Little comrade, what are you selling?"

The little boy was embarrassed by Han Li's little comrade. He straightened his chest and said.

"Stamps."

"Can I take a look?"

The little boy handed the book over directly. Han Li took it and turned on the flashlight to open the first page. He saw stamps from Qing Dalong. Han Li didn't know what the second, third, and fourth pages were called, but he knew the words "Republic of China" on them.

Then there were various stamps from my country, but most of them were special stamps with numbers. Han Li didn't understand but could guess the preciousness of this stamp album.

"Little comrade, it's not easy to collect these stamps. Do your family really agree that you can sell them?"

"These things were collected by my grandfather, but no matter how precious they are, they are not as precious as my grandfather's life. Our grandfather is sick and hospitalized now. The doctor said that he needs to eat more fine grains and more nutritional supplements. These stamps can neither be eaten nor drunk. It's better to exchange them for money and tickets to supplement my grandfather's body."

Han Li didn't know whether what the child said was true or not, but if the other party really wanted to sell them, there was no reason for him to refuse, so he asked.

"How much do you want to pay? If it's suitable, I'll take it."

"Well, it's enough to exchange for two old hens, a fish, a small bag of eggs and a few cans. It would be better if there were some candies."

Han Li smiled after hearing this and helped him calculate the bill on the spot. After the other party nodded, the two of them paid and paid.

Finally, before leaving, Han Li grabbed a handful of hard candies from his bag and stuffed them directly into the little boy's pocket. He patted his shoulder before turning around and leaving.

Next, Han Li found peanut butter, sesame paste, fermented bean curd, chive sauce, sweet and sour garlic, pepper, and star anise at another stall. However, the fat and big-eared stall owner must have taken them from the back kitchen.

For Han Li, these things were not too much, so he squatted down and bargained for a while. In the end, he exchanged all these fine seasonings, and the travel bag in his hand became full.

At this time, the ticket seller Hou Liu, who had agreed with Han Li, was walking towards this side with a smile on his face.

"Brother, I am glad you have fulfilled your mission."

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