With more capital, he would be able to save up 5 dollars in a few days. When combined with the 5 dollars given by his father, that would be enough.
Shen Qiushu was so excited that he couldn't sleep.
He quietly turned to face Old Man Shen, stood up and looked at his feet.
His father always tied the key to his belt, and put his clothes under the mattress when he went to bed at night, so that when he got up the next morning and put on his clothes, his cotton jacket and cotton pants would be warm.
Shen Qiushu gently crawled to Old Man Shen's feet, reached out and slowly pulled the clothes out from under Old Man Shen's feet.
Perhaps he felt the movement under his feet, Old Man Shen muttered a few words in his sleep and turned over.
Frightened, Shen Qiushu quickly pulled his hand back and looked nervously in the direction of his father in the darkness.
After a long time, seeing that his father did not wake up but just turned over, Shen Qiushu gently began to pull his clothes again.
Because the room was too dark, he could only pull it out by feel. The first time he pulled it out, he felt it was a cotton jacket, so he had to use the same trick again and pulled out the cotton pants.
He followed the direction of his trouser legs all the way to his waist, and finally felt the rope his father used to tie the key.
After taking down the key in the dark and putting on his cotton-padded jacket, Chen Qiushu slowly moved to the edge of the kang and got down from the ground.
He tiptoed to the cabinet, felt the lock based on his memory, and then tried to insert the key into the keyhole.
After trying several times, he finally inserted the key. Then he stared at Old Man Shen sleeping on the kang and gently turned the key.
With a slight click, the lock was finally opened.
In the darkness, Shen Qiushu listened to the even breathing of the two people on the kang and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he lifted the wooden cabinet door little by little and reached out his other hand to touch the place in his memory.
After changing several places, I finally found the flour bag that I usually used to store cornmeal.
In fact, there were sugar and other things in the cabinet, which were more valuable than cornmeal, but Chen Qiushu didn't dare to touch them.
Since we eat cornmeal every day, the amount is decreasing every day, but a little less is not noticeable.
But there was only a little bit of sugar in the sugar jar, and his father usually treated it like a treasure and was reluctant to eat it. Even if a tiny pinch was missing, his father could tell.
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