It was already late when she returned home. At the dinner table, she explained the cost of the renovation. He Chunsheng nodded and said only, "If you don't have enough money, tell your eldest brother."

How could it not be enough? When Zhao Meiya learned that she wanted to buy a house, she was worried that she would not have enough money. She rushed to the city overnight and personally handed her the remittance slip sent by her second sister. She also took out a towel with dozens of ten-yuan bills neatly stacked inside.

"Your second sister lent you 600, and your parents gave you 400. Apart from the money for buying a house, you can use the remaining 200 to buy furniture or something, or a sewing machine?"

Wang Taozhi interrupted, "Does she know how to make clothes? What's the point of buying them? Besides, if she really needs it and comes back to borrow the sewing machine, how dare I refuse her?"

"Then buy a radio. You already have a watch and a bicycle. Dongbao bought a radio. When he has nothing to do at home, he can listen to something and liven it up."

"I don't need one, but you, Mom and Dad, need one. I'll go to the department store later and buy one for you so you can listen to dramas in the village."

Zhao Meiya was a little tempted, but waved her hand, "Your father and I are busy with farm work all day long. We don't have time to listen to anything..."

"Forget it."

He Dagen interrupted her, "Dongbao, don't listen to your mother's nonsense. She only works half a day, and the rest of the day she spends gossiping with those women in the village, gossiping about others behind their backs. It would be nice if she had a radio, so that other men wouldn't come to me and complain about her being too talkative."

Zhao Meiya was unhappy. "What's wrong with me? I have a mouth of my own, and I'm not allowed to chat. I didn't really do anything to anyone. They are just narrow-minded and can't stand hearing the truth."