Reborn in a special era, the food streamer not only became a pitiful little girl unloved by her grandmother and uncle, but also had to eat steamed buns every day, constantly worrying about her next...
Hu Xiaoman went to the cafeteria to get his meal with satisfaction. No matter what, this time he finally had a goal.
If she can get a high school diploma in the future, she can move up in this position.
Although I am a formal employee, this job has no future prospects.
How could Hu Xiaoman be content with the status quo and just be a small worker?
For her future career, she must study and become a skilled worker or something like that.
At least the work is easy and you can gain experience.
No matter when, learning is something you should always do. You should keep learning as long as you live.
Before leaving get off work in the afternoon, Hu Xiaoman went to collect his salary for this month.
Although he took a few days off, the original owner had worked a lot of overtime before, so the salary was about the same as the basic salary.
After receiving the money, she took out fifteen dollars separately and put away the remaining thirteen dollars.
Fifteen yuan can buy fifty or sixty kilograms of cornmeal on the black market. If the market is better, you can buy at least seventy kilograms.
But given the current situation, food is in short supply, and being able to buy 60 kilograms is considered good.
But Hu Xiaoman knew that Zhang Chunxia would not use the money to buy food.
It’s not that the family doesn’t have money. We earn so much every month, but we don’t eat well every day.
She felt that Zhang Chunxia must have saved the money, otherwise where would the money go?
To support the children at home?
Hu Xiaoman curled her lips. She was not really trying to praise Zhang Chunxia. Even if this man was her own son, she would not trust him completely and would not give him money.
If you give me some cornmeal, maybe it's possible.