After he became rich, Zhang Wenmin used the money to buy both bungalows and completed all the procedures within three days.
He had bargained down the price to nine hundred yuan before. He wanted to bargain further, but maybe because he was too impatient, the homeowner saw through it and refused to bargain any lower. The deal was settled at nine hundred yuan.
Zhang Wenguo and Zhang Ercheng also came to the county and discussed with Zhang Wenfu, Zhang Wenmin and others to connect the two bungalows, expand the backyard, and transform it into a mushroom cultivation base.
After about ten days of hard work, the backyard was completely transformed into a large mushroom cultivation base.
Zhang Qiurui made money by writing novels. After everyone in his family knew about it, Zhang Qiurui was very generous.
From time to time, he would bring home meat, eggs, rice, chicken, and snacks. Since then, the Zhang family rarely drank porridge. They basically ate dry rice, the kind that was made of pure rice.
Of course, all the food and drinks are bought from the trading supermarket. Not only are they cheap, but they don’t require tickets.
The food at home has been good in the past ten days or so. Both adults and children have gained weight and their faces have become rosy and glowing.
In the past, he was skinny and pale because he was not eating enough or eating well and was fussy.
Now that Zhang Qiurui is subsidizing the family, the lives of the entire Zhang family have made a qualitative leap.
"See if you've got everything you need. Hurry up and lock the door. Let's go home for the New Year.
"Hey! Where's Qiurui? Why can't I see her?" It was December 29th, and tomorrow was New Year's Eve. After the Zhang family sold their morning batch of mushrooms, they returned to the brigade to celebrate the New Year. When they locked the door, Zhou Guihua didn't see her daughter, so she immediately asked the others.
"My aunt said she would go to the commune and buy some food for the New Year. She's back." Zhang Mingqi pointed at Zhang Qiurui who was walking towards them from a distance with a basket on her back.
"Lock the door, and let's go home.
What did you buy at the commune again? I told you not to buy anything more. I've already bought everything for the New Year." Zhou Guihua's tone was filled with blame and helplessness when she saw her little girl coming back.
She knew that her daughter made money by writing articles, but she saw her daughter spending money lavishly recently. Zhou Guihua had been frugal all her life, so she felt sorry for the money.
"I bought some things you didn't buy, White Rabbit, white sugar, a chicken, two fish, malted milk, canned lychees, and some bulk wine for my dad and brothers to drink.
Also, I bought some cloth to make clothes for you. Let's go home quickly." Zhang Qiurui replied with a smile.
"You kid." Zhou Guihua looked helpless when she saw that all the things had been bought.
However, when the children heard that their aunt had bought some delicious food, they looked at Zhang Qiurui with shining eyes as she carried the basket on her back.
The family returned to the village happily and lively.
On New Year's Eve, Chef Zhang Qiurui showed off his cooking skills.
I made more than a dozen dishes, including scrambled eggs with leeks, braised fish, chicken stewed with mushrooms, braised pork, stir-fried lettuce, stir-fried pork slices with shredded carrots, sour cabbage, fried white tofu, stir-fried bean curd with meat, stir-fried chicken offal, stir-fried soybeans for drinking, stir-fried yam...
"The dishes are ready. Mingren, is our malted milk ready?" Zhang Qiurui brought the last dish to the table. Everyone in the Zhang family took their seats, waiting for Zhang Qiurui to come and eat.
In that era, there were no drinks in the commune or the convenience store, and Coke would not enter the market until 1976. On New Year's Eve, Zhang Qiurui asked Zhang Mingren to make a cup of malted milk, while her father and three brothers naturally drank alcohol.
"Aunt, everything is ready." Zhang Mingren looked at the table full of delicious dishes, his eyes sparkling with excitement. This year's New Year's Eve dinner was the most sumptuous he had ever eaten.
There are fish, meat and chicken, and malted milk is soaked in the enamel cup, emitting the unique sweet aroma of malted milk. It is a rare luxury for children of that era.
"Dad! It's New Year's Eve today, so you should say a few words." After all the Zhang family members were seated, Zhang Wenfu poured Zhang Ercheng a glass of wine and asked him to say a few words before starting the meal.
"Okay, that's all I have to say. In the new year, I wish Qiu Rui a flood of creative ideas and hope she'll write more articles for publication."
I wish the children good health, good weather next year, a good harvest, and a larger share of the food rations." Zhang Ercheng had barely finished his words when he turned to the topic of crops.
The older generation has suffered hardships and experienced hunger, so the appreciation for food is ingrained in them.
"Red envelope." Zhang Minghua shouted with joy on her face when she saw her grandma take out the red envelope.
"I won't say anything! Here, a red envelope for each of us." Zhou Guihua smiled and first gave a red envelope to Zhang Qiurui, and then gave red envelopes to Mingqi and the others.
As for Zhang Qiurui's brothers and sisters-in-law, no red envelopes were given.
They are no longer old enough to receive red envelopes.
However, here, red envelopes are given by elders to younger generations during the New Year's Eve dinner, and are not given during the New Year's greetings.
Red envelopes will only be given to nephews and nieces who come to pay New Year's greetings on the first or second day of the New Year.
"Another dime." Zhang Mingren opened the red envelope and said without surprise.
"Dad! Mom, I also prepared red envelopes.
This is for Dad, this is for Mom, and one for each of you, Big Brother, Big Sister-in-law, Second Brother, Second Sister-in-law, Third Brother, Third Sister-in-law, Mingqi, Mingren, Minghua, Mingduo, and Mingxia. At this time, Zhang Qiurui stood up with a smile and handed the red envelopes she had prepared today to everyone in the family one by one.
"Do we have one too?" Zhang Wenfu took the red envelope handed to him by Qiu Rui. He was a little surprised and delighted.
"Ten yuan. Qiurui, you gave me too much." Zhang Wenmin opened the red envelope and saw that there was ten yuan inside. He was a little surprised.
"We each have one dollar. Thank you, aunt." Zhang Mingren was pleasantly surprised to receive a red envelope from his aunt today.
He opened it with a smile, and when he saw a dollar inside, Zhang Mingren widened his eyes in surprise, then smiled and thanked Zhang Qiurui.
"Ten yuan is not a lot. Now that I can make money and have a lot of money, I will definitely give out more red envelopes during the Chinese New Year next year." Zhang Qiurui waved his hand indifferently.
Although she has almost paid for this year's royalties, she is happy!
Money can’t buy happiness.
"Qiu Rui is rich and has made money from publishing articles, but don't tell anyone about it. Don't show off your wealth to avoid unnecessary trouble and jealousy.
Especially you little ones, keep your mouths shut." Zhou Guihua was both pleased and worried when she saw Zhang Qiurui being so generous, so she gave him some special instructions.
"Mom, don't worry, we understand." Zhang Wenfu expressed his opinion first, but he also understood his mother's intentions. Only when Qiurui is well, they will benefit from it and live a better life.
Zhang Mingduo also nodded repeatedly, her young face full of seriousness: "Aunt, I won't say anything nonsense. I will also keep an eye on Mingxia. It won't be the same as last time."
There was a hint of adultness in her tone, which made Zhang Qiurui laugh.
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