After returning home, Chu Yao and Yang Hang's lives have not changed much. If there is any change, it is that the atmosphere among the family is more harmonious, and the babies have become more sensible under the guidance of Uncle Nian.

Chu Yao is very organized. She reads books, writes, goes to the tailor shop when she has free time, or designs some new clothing styles for the future.

Life is full and satisfying.

Chu Yao was tired from writing that day, so she stood up to stretch her legs. While stretching, she suddenly remembered that she had not counted the family savings during this period. She thought that their family must be a household with a monthly income of ten thousand yuan.

There was 5,000 yuan on the passbook before. Later, Chu Yao made several deposits. Now it says there is 9,000 yuan on the passbook. There are also other miscellaneous coins in the house.

Chu Yao collected all the money from every corner of the house, then sat on the bed and counted the money. The happiest thing was counting money.

In modern society, everyone keeps their money in bank cards, or on Taobao or WeChat. People rarely experience the joy of counting money. Now Chu Yao has experienced it again, and perhaps she will continue to experience it in the future.

This is really a sweet trouble.

Chu Yao took a long time to count all the loose change in the house. There were coins of one cent, two cents, and even one cent. Chu Yao first sorted the coins of the same type, and then began to count them one by one.

This is a big project, and the small change is too much.

It took Chu Yao about an hour to count all the money in her hand. Fortunately, the amount of loose change was large enough, so it was worth Chu Yao's time counting.

There were actually two thousand five hundred and seventy coins in total. Chu Yao couldn't remember how there was so much loose change at home, and the amount was so large. Chu Yao was a little scared now. If Uncle Nian hadn't been at home during the time they were back home, the money would have been robbed by some ill-intentioned people. Fortunately, Uncle Nian was at home.

Chu Yao couldn't help but feel relieved.

Chu Yao planned to keep 570 yuan for household expenses, save 1,000 yuan of the remaining 2,000 yuan, and hide the other 1,000 yuan somewhere. The situation was tense now, and it was enough to save 10,000 yuan at home. She couldn't afford to save more than that, as it would attract attention.

After Chu Yao made up her mind, she ate some snacks she made and went back to her room to finish her manuscript.

As the countdown to 1975 began, the weather in the north was getting colder. Chu Yao now stayed at home all day, washing and drying her family's cotton-padded jackets and thicker clothes from last year.

We also start preparing some food for the winter, including vegetables and so on.

Chu Yao is busy like a top every day, and Yang Hang feels so distressed that he rushes to do whatever he can when he gets home from get off work. Yao Jinnian is old and can't do heavy work, so he just looks after the babies wholeheartedly.

Now that the control is not so strict, Yang Hang and Chu Yao make an appointment with Chen Dayou every weekend to go to the mountains to pick up fallen branches and store supplies for the winter.

I went to pick up the trash every week, and after two months, the backyard shed was full of it.

"Yang Hang, you don't have to go tomorrow. You have been busy going to the mountains recently, and your hands have frostbite." Chu Yao was applying frostbite medicine on her hand, looking at the frostbite on Yang Hang's hands with a distressed face and said.

"It's okay, A'yao. I'll pick up some more so we can have a better winter. I'll go to town tomorrow to see if there's any honeycomb briquettes to sell. We can sell some more. A'yao, don't worry. Just cover up the chilblains on your hands and they'll heal soon. Besides, I'm fine, as long as A'yao isn't frozen."

"You're just a chatterbox. It's a deal. After you go there today, you're not allowed to go anywhere else. Otherwise, you'll have to sleep on the floor tonight."

Chu Yao spoke bitterly, using more strength in her hands.

All I heard was Yang Hang's "grin", and his face was grimacing in pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll be gentler." Chu Yao blew gently on Yang Hang's hand.

Yang Hang smiled happily. Sometimes the self-torture tactic really works. It immediately diverted Yaoyao's attention.

Yang Hang raised his eyebrows with some pride.

Fortunately, Chu Yao was concentrating on applying the medicine and did not notice Yang Hang's little movements.