Sixty-five thousand is a huge sum of money in this day and age, needless to say. Xie Zhu emptied his basket, took the few small booklets printed with "current savings passbook" given to him by Mr. Zhang, and a thousand yuan in cash, and returned to Qingshan Brigade.

Just as he was about to leave the city, he suddenly remembered that his bicycle was still hidden in the dilapidated house he frequented.

He had no choice but to turn back.

After all that back and forth, my turbulent emotions gradually returned to normal.

As he rode his bicycle past the department store, he suddenly remembered that Xu Yan had mentioned wanting to buy a radio. He parked his bicycle in the most conspicuous spot by the entrance, locked it, and went into the store.

He just bought a bicycle in the morning and rode it away, and he came back in the afternoon. It's hard for the salesperson not to remember him.

What's more, it caused such a big commotion.

Wang Huixia glanced behind him and, not seeing Xu Yan, asked, "Didn't your boyfriend come?"

Xie Zhuo nodded to her before asking, "Do you have a radio?"

“No,” Wang Huixia said. “This thing is in short supply right now, and we haven’t had any in stock for months. If you want it, I’ll reserve one for you next time it comes.”

"No need," Xie Zhuo shook his head.

He was probably really shocked by the 65,000 yuan he was carrying today. He had only heard from Lao He this morning that radios were in high demand, and this afternoon he came to ask if there were any radios for sale.

After Xie Zhuo left, Xu Yan didn't go to work. Instead, she sat under the pear tree with Da Bao and Xiao Bao and read books.

The two little ones had learned to write before, when they were about two or three years old. Their grandparents were still alive and taught them many characters and told them many stories.

After their grandparents passed away, their third uncle was very busy and had no time to take care of them, so they stopped reading books.

I've basically forgotten all the characters I learned before.

"Third Aunt, the little pig is so clever! It didn't open the door for that big bad wolf," said Da Bao.

Xu Yan was telling the two of them the story of the Three Little Pigs.

"I'll never open the door for the Big Bad Wolf again!" Xiao Bao said.

Xu Yan was amused by their words, "Have Da Bao and Xiao Bao ever seen the Big Bad Wolf?"

Da Bao shook his head, and Xiao Bao also shook his head.

"That third aunt..."

Before Xu Yan could finish speaking, he heard someone outside shout something, but he couldn't quite make it out. It sounded like someone had their arm broken by something.