When Zhang Yumei heard Huang Qinqin ask Xu Fang if she was going, she thought to herself with annoyance: "Oh right, how could she forget to ask Xu Fang?!"
"Ah Fang, you should come too. I just realized that you've been here for so long, but you haven't really gone out for a proper stroll."
The more Zhang Yumei thought about it, the more guilty she felt. She carefully recalled the past few months and realized that Xu Fang hadn't gone out to relax at all except for grocery shopping and cooking.
"Afang, you need to be kinder to yourself too. You can't be too hard on yourself."
“You’ve been here for so long, and I haven’t seen you buy yourself any new clothes. Every time Chen Ming’s company issues an invoice, you buy clothes for the kids and for Chen Ming.”
"What about you? You need to be kinder to yourself too."
Xu Fang looked down at her clothes and thought they were fine: "My clothes are all pretty new, so I don't need to buy any more."
“Chen Ming has to go to work, and Chen Mai and Chen Liang have to study. They definitely need to dress well, otherwise I’m afraid others will look down on them.”
Huang Qinqin advised, "Second Aunt, that's not how it's said."
“Your uncle and the others need new clothes, and so do you. We must love ourselves first before loving others.”
"If you don't think about yourself, over time others will think you don't need these things."
Zhang Yumei particularly agreed with Huang Qinqin's words: "Yes, Fang, look at your older brother, he has never given me any clothes."
"If I don't prepare clothes for myself, I guess I'll never wear new clothes in my life."
As soon as Xu Weiguo entered the house, he heard Zhang Yumei's words, and he felt that he was more wronged than Dou E.
He protested, "How could I not have sent you clothes before? Didn't I send you a lot of clothes before I was discharged from the army?"
"Besides, I hand over all my salary as soon as I get paid. If you want it, you can buy it yourself. I don't have any money or ration coupons, how am I supposed to buy it?"
Zhang Yumei sneered, "Ha, you still have the nerve to say that?"
"Yes, you've sent a lot of clothes home, but which of those clothes actually made it to me?"
"Also, you hand over your salary, but I still give you pocket money every month. If you really cared, wouldn't you save up to buy it for me yourself?!"
Seeing Zhang Yumei unleashing her full power, Xu Junhui silently lowered his head and hid behind Huang Qinqin, silently praying: Don't get him involved, don't get him involved!
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned, and Xu Weiguo brought him up the next second.
Speaking of the past, Xu Weiguo seemed somewhat guilty: "Well, I didn't know, but the purpose of sending the clothes was for you..."
"But you're saying I should save up my own allowance to buy you clothes? That's just impossible, isn't it?"
"If you don't believe me, ask Junhui. His monthly allowance isn't enough, is it? And he's never bought Qinqin any clothes. Junhui, don't you agree?"
Xu Junhui: He doesn't want to talk at all. What does this have to do with him?
Huang Qinqin was just watching the fun, but when she heard Xu Weiguo mention Xu Junhui, she immediately said with a smile, "Dad, that's not how it's said."
"Although Junhui didn't buy me clothes, he often used his own pocket money to buy me delicious food."
“He gets 5 yuan of pocket money a month, and at least 3 yuan of it is spent on me.”
Xu Weiguo hadn't really noticed, but seeing Huang Qinqin undermining him like this, he couldn't help but look at her with some resentment.
Huang Qinqin turned her face away shyly, silently apologizing to Xu Weiguo in her heart.
But between her father-in-law and husband, she would definitely side with her husband.
"Listen to this! Listen to this! Do you think everyone is like you?"
Without comparison, there is no harm, and Zhang Yumei felt even angrier.
Seeing that the conflict was about to escalate, Huang Qinqin began to comfort Zhang Yumei.
"Mom, don't be angry. It's true that Dad has never bought you any gifts, but on the bright side, at least the money is in our hands."
“If Dad won’t buy it, we’ll buy it ourselves. We can buy as many as we want, and whichever we like.”
"But then again, it seems like men are just a bit off. My dad is like that too. He's never given my mom anything in all these years."
"Moreover, from my observation, many men are unwilling to hand over their salaries. It's rare to see a man like Dad who hands over all his salary, and has done so for so many years."
Xu Weiguo nodded frantically beside him, thinking to himself: That's right, he handed over all his salary, which is already quite good.
Not to mention anything far away, just talking about something recent, Chen Ming only gave half of his salary to Xu Fang.
Hearing Huang Qinqin's words, Zhang Yumei gradually calmed down. Indeed, with the money in her hands, she could buy whatever she wanted.
If it were Xu Weiguo who occasionally brought her things but didn't hand over his salary, that would be when she should be angry.
Mountains may crumble, people may run away, but money is the best option.
"Alright, I won't hold it against your dad. Let's get ready to eat."
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Huangjia Village
Song Mincheng was calculating the pickled vegetable workshop's income for the month. He was shocked by what he found when he did the calculation.
Because the pickled vegetable workshop had been in a state of only selling and not buying, Song Mincheng was afraid that the workshop would lose money.
Because he had previously met the military logistics team and military spouses when he was in the military family compound, and they wanted to generate revenue for the compound.
However, most of them ended in failure.
Therefore, Song Mincheng had no hope for the pickled vegetable workshop in Huangjia Village.
But thinking about how the people of Huangjia Village had taken care of Grandpa Song, he hoped that the workshop could really make money.
This feeling of anxiety lasted until ten days ago, when the department store came to pick up the first batch of goods and settle the payment.
Song Mincheng finally understood why a village whose living conditions didn't seem very good would go to such great lengths to set up a pickled vegetable workshop.
It turns out that they had already found a way out.
Because the department store had placed several more orders in the past few days, and it was already the end of the month, Song Mincheng decided to calculate the profits.
The department store purchased a total of 6,000 bottles, and the total payment here is 900 yuan.
Song Mincheng calculated the cost of these 6,000 bottles of pickled vegetables and discovered that he had actually made a net profit of 587.65 yuan!
"Hiss! My God..."
Looking at the number, Song Mincheng exclaimed in shock.
Seeing that Song Mincheng's expression kept changing after he started calculating the accounts, Village Chief Huang became nervous as well.
"Xiao Song, is there something wrong with the accounts? Is there a problem somewhere?"
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