Seeing that He Yuzhu's face was full of envy, Qin Huairu felt a little embarrassed.
"Silly Zhu, I'll go back first. Bang Geng hasn't eaten yet."
"Okay, Sister Qin, you can go back."
After saying that, he walked home first. Thinking of Li Qinghe's bicycle, his heart was full of envy.
Qin Huairu breathed a sigh of relief. She also knew that He Yuzhu should be able to afford a bicycle. Given his cooking skills, it would not be difficult for him to ask Director Yang for a bicycle ticket, but why didn't he ask for one? He never even mentioned it. It was because he had no money.
Why is there no money? Qin Huairu knows it better than He Yuzhu himself.
Logically speaking, a monthly salary plus subsidies is 37.5 yuan. He Yuzhu and He Yushui don't spend much money, so it is not difficult for them to save 20 yuan a month. Even if they deduct miscellaneous expenses, it is not difficult to save 200 yuan a year.
Moreover, He Yushui has been working in the past two years, so he should be able to save more money. In addition, he occasionally takes some private jobs and serves as a chef at banquets. It’s just a bicycle, so it’s really not a big deal.
If Li Qinghe had his skill, he would be able to thrive even without the space, especially after he got to know the big leader. Even if the big leader was suppressed during the storm, he would be able to rise directly after the storm. With this big tree, he would not be able to do badly.
Even when doing business, with this big leader protecting you, even if you can't do whatever you want, at least no one dares to trip you up.
He Yuzhu is a typical example of someone who played a good hand badly. If he had a little bit of brains, he would have definitely become a big boss behind the scenes after the opening up.
But the reality is that most of his monthly salary went into the bottomless pit of the Jia family, and the last bit of money in his hands was also drained away bit by bit by the big rat Banggeng.
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On Li Qinghe's side, Lou Xiao'e had already started cooking. She stewed the big rooster, and the aroma of the meat filled the yard again.
No one among the neighbors said anything. Almost everyone knew that Li Qinghe was sent to help in a factory twenty miles away and could not go home every day. They did not know what the conditions would be like there, so it was understandable that he had a good meal before leaving.
The children in the yard were so greedy that their screams could be heard from time to time.
This time, Li Qinghe did not give the chicken offal to Liu Jianjun's family. He still understood the principle of being grateful for a little while and being resentful for a big while. One should not be too nice to a person. It is okay to help people occasionally when they are in trouble, but if you help them frequently, it will become a habit.
He was bored staying at home, so he just strolled in the yard. After a turn, he was squatting at the door smoking when Yi Zhonghai came back.
The old man noticed the bicycle next to Li Qinghe at a glance.
"Hey, Qinghe, you bought a car."
Since he had greeted her, Li Qinghe naturally couldn't pretend not to see it, so he smiled and said, "Yes, uncle, I just bought it this morning."
Yi Zhonghai walked around the car and patted the seat. "It's not cheap, it's made of permanent manganese steel. I remember it sold for more than 180 yuan in the department store, right?"
"The uncle has good eyesight and can see it at a glance." Li Qinghe responded.
"Where did you get this ticket?" Yi Zhonghai changed the subject and asked.
He had no doubt about the money to buy a bicycle. After all, when Old Li died, he gave him a pension of several hundred yuan. Li Qinghe was very frugal at the time. In addition, he worked as an apprentice to an electrician in the factory and earned more than ten yuan a month. He didn't spend much of the pension, so buying a bicycle would definitely not be a problem.
But bicycle tickets are not so easy to get. When the pension was given, a lot of bills were given, but there was definitely no bicycle ticket. He was very sure of it, and Li Qinghe's father didn't have a bicycle ticket either.
"I asked the factory director for this today." Li Qinghe responded with a smile, "The factory director asked me to go to a brother company 20 miles away to help out. He asked me to go so far, so he should at least give me a means of transportation. It's just that I spent so much money at once, and I really feel bad."
As he spoke, Li Qinghe acted as if he was in pain.
Yi Zhonghai laughed and scolded: "You kid, just show off. It shouldn't be difficult to buy a bicycle with your salary."
His eyes flickered, and he had already planned in his mind to let Li Qinghe help the Jia family in the future. A grown man, one man could feed the whole family, and he had so much money that he could not spend, so it would be nice to help the neighbors in need.
He dared to think so because he saw that Li Qinghe had no adults to support him at home. He was just a kid who had just reached adulthood not long ago, and he was the eldest uncle in the courtyard. As long as he spoke, wouldn't it be easy to persuade that kid?
Although Li Qinghe was the orphan of a martyr, he did not use violence or force, but only used words to persuade others. Whenever others asked him about it, he would respond voluntarily, so he had nothing to be afraid of.
"Uncle, you think too highly of me. I still have to save money to get married, so I can't spend it carelessly. This car costs as much as half a year's salary. I feel really bad for it."
Li Qinghe continued to pretend to be submissive. If he knew what Yi Zhonghai was thinking, he would probably spit in the old man's face.
I give you face and call you uncle. If I don’t give you face, you are nothing.
The old man in this yard doesn't have much power. He can just mediate conflicts between neighbors and report enemy spies. He can't do anything else at other times.
He is not even as good as a village chief. At least the village chief has real power.
Li Qinghe remembered that there was a cement factory in the village when he was a child in his previous life. It was run by the village chief's brother-in-law. It made a lot of money. No one in the whole village dared to say a word, let alone trying to compete for the business. The family had several luxury cars, all thanks to the village chief.
Is he, a grandfather, okay?
When Yi Zhonghai heard Li Qinghe say that he wanted to get married, he frowned. He wanted to get married right away? How could this be possible?
If he gets married, how can he support the Jia family?
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