Seeing Lin Qingyue spending money without blinking an eye, Grandma Yu immediately said with concern: "Mrs. Xiao Lu, you can't spend money like this. Xiao Lu's money didn't come from the wind."
"Grandma Yu, I am spending my own dowry money. Besides, I have the final say on the financial power of my family. Lu Siyi will not quarrel with me." Lin Qingyue explained patiently.
In Grandma Yu's mind, every penny a woman spends must be valuable to the family. She was confused today, and she couldn't see through the young people nowadays, and even more so, Lin Qingyue.
She nodded with confidence: "You two, don't quarrel over money. It's too hurtful."
Grandma Yu took her to a vegetable stall and bargained skillfully with the boss. She did it smoothly and bought cabbages that used to cost 20 cents each for only 1 cent. She also asked Lin Qingyue to buy some as well and asked the boss to sell them to her at 10 cents per pound.
Lin Qingyue was stunned and couldn't help but give her a thumbs up.
"In life, every penny has to be spent carefully. If you can eat and drink well, you will be poor. If you don't plan well, you will be poor." Grandma Yu enthusiastically told Lin Qingyue about her life experience.
Lin Qingyue nodded. Diligence and thrift are the traditional virtues of our country.
An old man and a young boy strolled leisurely through the morning market and returned home with a full load.
Lin Qingyue returned home, quickly drew a design drawing, and took the drawing to find Grandma Yu.
"Look, can you make this dress?"
Grandma Yu put on her reading glasses, glanced at the blueprint, and grinned: "You know what, it's pretty good-looking, even better than the dress I saw on Ye Zi's mother today."
"Mrs. Xiao Lu, is this something you came up with?"
Lin Qingyue nodded and asked, "Grandma Yu, when do you think it will be ready?"
"It can be done in one day." Grandma Yu walked to a big thing, put it in front of her, lifted the curtain on it, revealing what was inside.
She said proudly: "Don't look at my age, I can still operate the sewing machine very quickly."
Lin Qingyue gave her grandmother a thumbs up again. This old lady seemed to really enjoy making clothes.
When Lu Siyi returned home, he saw Lin Qingyue lying on the table, writing something seriously. He went over to take a look and found that she was drawing.
The characters written by Lin Qingyue seem to be alive.
Lu Siyi doesn’t understand design, but he thinks she is very good. Suddenly he sees the watercolor pens on the side of the table.
These are the stationery he bought for his children.
He held the watercolor pen and asked, "Whose are you holding this from?"
"Si Xi didn't have art class today, so I borrowed it from her." She smiled awkwardly.
“…”
He could buy her a new one.
She glanced at the sky. The children would soon be out of school, so it was time to prepare dinner.
The young couple put on aprons and went into the kitchen. Lu Siyi looked at the pile of vegetables on the ground and asked, "What is this..."
"Grandma Yu and I went to the morning market this morning. The things there are much cheaper than those in the supply and marketing cooperative."
You can also buy things from the supply and marketing cooperatives with money, but public goods are all clearly marked with prices, so they are not as flexible as small vendors.
She knew clearly that the supply and marketing cooperatives' ticket exchange mechanism would soon be eliminated by this era. The country would gradually implement economic market reforms, and would still have to rely on real money in the future.
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