Chapter 73 Who sent so much money to this kid!

Zhang Kang was interested and didn't bother to greet Wang Ziru.

He squeezed to the cash window, handed in the remittance slip, turned around and whispered: "I'm getting married soon, there's nothing I can do. My family can't get enough money, so I can only borrow some from my comrades."

"Well" Zhai Ximo didn't want to say anything about other people's affairs.

He also knew about this. When Zhang Kang was planning to get married, he asked him to borrow money.

Later, when he heard that he would bring his family with him, Zhang Kang had no choice but to send a telegram to his comrades in the army, asking for money to get married.

He nodded, went to the side window, and handed in two dimes: "Comrade, I want to send a registered letter. Please give me an airmail envelope and stamp."

"Okay."

After a while, an envelope and a stamp were handed out from the window.

And a few cents in change.

"Mom, carry me over to have a look." The boy begged, holding his mother's hand.

Wang Ziru got angry when she saw Zhang Kang, so when she saw the man squeezing to the window to buy envelopes, she stood at the door of the post office with her child.

Her son was curious, so she picked up the little guy and watched his father seal the envelope.

Zhai Ximo took the envelope and other items, left the window, walked to the inside of the counter, put down the envelope, and took out the application report he had written in advance from the lining pocket of his military coat.

Seeing the woman coming over with the child in her arms, he raised his eyes and smiled, "I used to think you didn't like receiving letters, so I didn't write to you very often."

Wang Ziru could hear the man's apologetic explanation, "It's okay. It costs money to send a letter."

He turned around and glanced at Zhang Kang.

Just now she also saw Zhang Kang holding the post office remittance slip.

When Wang Ziru saw the remittance slip, she felt mixed emotions.

In recent years, every time my mother-in-law received a remittance slip from her third son, she would ask her eldest son to accompany her to the post office to withdraw the money. She must have been as happy as Zhang Kang.

The old woman was really cruel. She didn't even give her a penny.

On the night of the division of the family, money was also given to the eldest and second sons' families. Whenever I think of this incident, it is like a fishbone stuck in my throat.

Baoer patted her mother's shoulder and said happily, "Look, Mom, Dad said that's a red flag."

Only then did Wang Ziru come to her senses.

She turned her head and glanced at the stamp the man had already pasted on the upper right corner of the envelope.

The stamp was less than two knuckles long, and it had an airplane printed on it, as well as a red and blue flag fluttering in the wind. Above the flag was a line of traditional Chinese characters: zhmg airmail stamp.

The number 12 cents is printed in yellow on the lower left corner of the stamp.

Airmail envelopes are faster than ordinary letters, and the envelopes are also higher-end, with red and blue diagonal stripes printed on the edges.

It looks festive and has a sense of age.

Bao Er rubbed her two little palms together, wanting to get a set of airmail envelopes and stamps...

"Dad, can you buy me a stamp in the future? I also want to write to you." The little boy suddenly asked as he watched his father applying paste to seal the envelope.

Zhai Ximo raised his eyes and said softly, "When you and mom go to the army with dad, you can see dad every day and there is no need to write letters."

"But……"

"You can buy a set of airmail letters for your child and take him home to teach him how to recognize envelopes and how to send letters," said Wang Ziru.

"good."

Zhai Ximo opened the envelope and squeezed to the window again with the envelope.

At this time, a stack of money was handed out from the window next to him.

"It's three hundred yuan in total, comrade, please count it." The female comrade at the post office said in a clear voice.

Three hundred dollars?

Wang Ziru was stunned for a moment.

Who sent so much money to this kid!

In those days, there were some scoundrels on market day in town, but the two conspicuous people wearing military coats at the post office could only be seen from afar by others.

Zhang Kang took the thick stack of money and stood at the window to count it.

After counting them, he stuffed them all into the inner lining pocket of his military coat.

The tall man squeezed at the window over there had already handed the letter through the window to the comrade at the post office counter and also bought three airmail stamps.

The denominations are 5 cents, 7 cents and 12 cents.

The designs on the stamps are different, but they all have airplanes, which looks very festive.

Zhai Ximo held the envelope and three stamps and showed them to his son, "Bao'er! Look, Dad bought three stamps for you..."

Baoer immediately clapped her hands with a smile on her face, took the envelope and stamp, and looked at them carefully, "Mom, do you recognize the words on it?"

"Why don't you ask your father if he recognizes it?"

The little guy is quite good at showing off.

Zhai Ximo rubbed his son's little face lovingly, "Dad will teach you when we get back."

He turned around and spoke a few words to Zhang Kang.

Zhang Kang borrowed the money, and his wedding expenses were settled, and he was in a good mood.

He looked at Bao Er, who was smiling as he held the stamp in his hand. "Come on! Accompany me to the fork in the road. I saw some piaoer cakes for sale when I came here just now. Let's go buy one for Bao Er."

"Why are you being so polite to me?"

"No, what's wrong with buying a snack for my nephew?"

When he arrived at Wang's house in the morning, Zhang Kang had a few words with Wang Ziru. Now he felt a little scared.

Pulling Zhai Ximo, he went straight to the busy intersection in the town.

Zhai Ximo turned around and called the mother and son, and went out of the post office together.

"I remembered that I needed to buy some things. How about you take Baoer shopping while I buy something?" Wang Ziru hurriedly stopped the man and said.

"What do you want to sell? We'll do it together later."

"I don't want some women's stuff..."

"oh."

Zhai Ximo was stunned for a moment, then he took his son from his wife's arms and carried him to the fork in the road ahead.

The town is also very busy today, bustling with people and cars. Tractors pulling coal also come out in a rush, pulling a full truck of coal and driving slowly on the bumpy roads of the town.

Wang Ziru went to buy a new menstrual pad and three kilograms of sanitary paper.

"The quality of toilet paper of this era is not as good as the kitchen paper of later generations. It is too rough."

This thing needs to be used every month.

You have to use at least one or two kilograms each time.

The quality of paper used by women really needs to be improved.

Holding a pack of toilet paper, Wang Ziru moved among the bustling crowd. Since last year, the land in the village has been contracted to each household, and the policy has been relaxed. A group of villagers with funds have become individual business owners in the town.

The variety of goods sold on the streets is also greater than ever before.

As she walked, she remembered that she still had to go to the grain station to buy glutinous rice.

From a distance, Wang Ziru saw her man standing at a fork in the road, as if waiting for the fried dough sticks to come out of the pot.

She had no choice but to go to the grain station in the old street by herself.

When I got to the food station, I realized I didn't bring my food coupons.

During this period, grain and oil coupons were required to buy grain and oil.

It was only the spring of 1980, and there were still few individual businesses. From rice to salt, you had to use coupons to buy almost everything.

A lot of trouble.

The family of three returned home with a full load.

On the way home, Baoer walked by herself, holding a fried dough cake in her hand, eating it with great satisfaction.

Zhang Kang was very generous and bought three piaoer cakes for Zhai Ximo's family to eat.

“Actually, I can also make this piaoer cake.”

Wang Ziru said this while eating the golden fried spicy glutinous rice cake.

That is to say, cut the radish into shreds, grind it into a little rice milk, sprinkle salt and chili powder into the shredded radish and mix evenly. When frying it in a pan, first scoop a spoonful of rice milk into an iron ladle, and then spread the mixed shredded radish evenly in the iron ladle.

When the iron ladle is almost full of the food, you can quickly put it in the pan and fry it.

Fry until it is set, then pour the whole cake into the oil pan and fry thoroughly.

When Baoer heard what her mother said, she happily pulled her mother's hand and said, "Mom, make fried glutinous rice cakes for us tomorrow."

Wang Ziru was about to nod.

But the conditions do not allow it.

That thing consumes a lot of oil, and they only have about two kilograms of rapeseed oil at home.

"Well, Mommy will do it for you later. Actually, I don't think I have learned it yet..."

Bao Er raised her little face and thought for a moment, "Okay."

Return to the village.

We met many villagers along the way.

When the villagers saw the family returning to their mother's home so soon, they all greeted them.

The Zhai family saw the third son returning from his father-in-law's house carrying a backpack, and they also saw that the basket seemed to be filled with a lot of good things.

"Are you back?" Zhai Jiahao was holding a bowl of porridge with some radish slices in it, squatting under the eaves and eating his lunch.

Zhai Ximo nodded: "You guys are having lunch so early?"

"I have to go do carpentry work for Huma Village this afternoon. I have to go early after eating."

When Zhai Ximo heard his second brother say there was carpentry work to do, he was happy for him, as this meant that he could earn some money by doing the carpentry work.

Zhai Jiahao stood up quickly, looked at Bao'er's happy face, and teased him, "Bao'er, what are you going to eat at your grandpa's house?"

“Roast duck.”

"Roasted duck?" Zhai Jiahao glared at him. "It's the duck you brought over, roasted and eaten?"

"Yes, my mom made it. It's delicious."

Baoer said with a smile, and stepped over the threshold and entered the main room.

Following their mother, they returned to their own side room.

Passing by the door of her mother-in-law's room, Wang Ziru saw that it was open.

My mother-in-law was leaning against the door, holding a bowl of noodles with three poached eggs in it, and was eating the noodles in big mouthfuls.

"How can this old woman eat so many eggs? She eats three poached eggs in one meal!" Wang Ziru felt a little nervous.

Yesterday, when they went out, she thought that there was still some food and a few dishes at home, so she had to lock the door. She suddenly had an idea and took off the lock that the man used to lock the suitcase and locked it on the door of their side room.

However, their side room only had a broken piece of iron with a nail in the middle that was hanging on the door frame and was about to fall off.

In fact, there is not much difference between locking and unlocking, and it just has a shocking effect.

My mother-in-law probably doesn't have the courage to quietly pry open the iron sheet and go into their house to steal things.

Wang Ziru quickened her pace and hurried to the door of their own side room.