Zhao Qingyu sighed, then took another lap around the area.
He discovered that shops everywhere were closed, while purchases at supply points required ration coupons.
Many people had no choice but to spend extra money buying more coupons.
The only fortunate thing was that paper currency had not yet skyrocketed in price, multiplying tens of thousands of times and turning directly into worthless scraps of paper.
If that had happened, Zhao Qingyu could hardly imagine what Company C would have become.
After looking around, he found another piece of good news: there were no Wanderers and no beggars.
Then he thought it over and realized they had probably been dragged off to mine or farm.
There was no way such valuable labor could be wasted.
After wandering the streets for a while, Zhao Qingyu joined a line to buy some necessities.
Toothpaste, towels, and a change of clothes.
After much difficulty and waiting in line, he finally bought a few things.
When he showed his military registration card, someone told him, "You're a sailor."
"Then you can go to the Sailors' specialty store to buy things."
Zhao Qingyu quickly understood.
So that was how it worked. The navy had navy stores, and the army had army stores.
Different departments all had their own exclusive stores.
Both sides relied on their own internal connections to acquire goods.
And none of those goods circulated outside.
Ordinary People could not buy them.
After figuring it out, Zhao Qingyu followed the directions of a helpful person, bought what he needed, and gave that person a small share.
The man was extremely grateful and eagerly invited him to visit his home, mentioning that he had a beautiful daughter there.
If Zhao Qingyu had been an ordinary sailor, he might have been tempted.
But he was