Seeing her nod, Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly pulled a thick stack of money from his pocket, counted out 150 bills, and handed them over.
"You should count it. It's fifteen hundred yuan in total. Hold on to it tight, and hurry home to give it to your parents. Here are three hundred jin worth of ration tickets. They're all national-issue, so you can use them anywhere."
Yuan Si took the money and tickets. Without counting them, she stuffed them directly into her bundle, though in reality, she placed them in her space.
Then, an idea struck her. She took a bill from the collection of currency in the combination-lock box inside her space and handed it to Zhang Yang, asking, "Do you recognize this money?"
"Whoa, this is a US Dollar! Where did you get this?" Of course Zhang Yang recognized it. It was a US Dollar, after all. US Dollars were not a common sight at this time. He only knew what they were thanks to his father being a vice-mayor.
