Chapter 33 Chapter 33 (Minor Repair) "Provincial capital...
"The provincial capital is so lively, there are bicycles everywhere, and we even took the bus!"
Cheng Lei was talking with spit flying everywhere, but Cheng Xin couldn't stop smiling.
Although my father did not go home with me, the good news is that his illness is not serious and he will recover after half a month of hospitalization.
After Cheng Xin discussed with the doctor, the doctor wrote an infusion prescription and allowed her father to be hospitalized in the county hospital.
Xu Fengxia packed up her husband's spare clothes and daily necessities and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Comrade Geng. I am sorry to trouble you to make another trip."
Haiwan Commune is right next to the county town, so Geng Yunye can deliver daily necessities to Cheng's father on his way home.
"It's not hard, auntie."
Cheng Xin took a sip of cold water and said, "Fortunately, I took my dad to the hospital for a checkup. The doctor said that if he continues to suffer from this illness, he will definitely develop a chronic disease. So this time, he must be hospitalized for half a month. I will follow the doctor's advice."
Xu Fengxia smiled for the first time in a long time, and the worry between her brows disappeared: "I'm glad you're okay. Do you have enough money? It will cost a lot to be hospitalized, right? If not, I can go to your grandmother's house and ask your uncle to borrow some."
Cheng Xin took a deep breath and told her mother the good news, "Of course it's enough. The doctor calculated the cost for us. The infusion is 4 yuan, the western medicine is 8.4 yuan, the Chinese medicine is 10 yuan, and the hospitalization fee is 15 yuan. The total cost of hospitalization is 37.5 yuan."
There was hope for her father's recovery, and Cheng Xin finally felt relieved.
If she had only relied on the income from selling dried bamboo shoots, she would have had to borrow some money from relatives and friends when her father was hospitalized. Fortunately, she was lucky enough to sell mushrooms.
Although there was something she shouldn't have said, she was very grateful to the seller of poisonous mushrooms. If the seller hadn't caused panic and caused the price of dried mushrooms to rise, she wouldn't have made 200 yuan a day.
After dinner, Wang Xiuping came to the door carrying a basket.
"Xinxin, what do you think of the bamboo tube your uncle cut? He specially smoothed the rough edges so it won't prick your mouth."
Cheng Xin picked up the bamboo tube and was stunned on the spot: "Aunt, can we make a profit with such a big bamboo tube?" This bamboo tube can hold at least one liter of water.
Wang Xiuping quickly flipped through the bamboo tubes and took out a slightly smaller one: "How about this big one? Your grandma thought your uncle cut it too long, so he cut half of a big bamboo tube and half of this small one."
Cheng Xin picked up the bamboo tube and examined it carefully: "The small one can hold half of the big one, which is reasonable."
She returned the small bamboo tube to her aunt: "Just take this size. People are going to the movies, not to work in the fields."
Wang Xiuping glanced at the big bamboo tubes in the basket and said, "Let your uncle chop these up and use them as firewood."
Cheng Xin stopped her and said, "Keep it, in case someone likes the big bottle. Tomorrow morning I'll go to the commune to buy some oil paper to wrap the popcorn, and then we'll go to the city to set up a stall in the afternoon."
Wang Xiuping was worried: "Tomorrow is not a market day. Is it okay to set up a stall in the commune? We don't have a business license."
Cheng Xin had already thought about it, "Let's go to the Haiwan Commune to set up a stall. There are vendors everywhere and no one is in charge."
Wang Xiuping had never been to Haiwan Commune and didn't know the situation there. "Is it true? The commune doesn't care?"
Cheng Xin repeated Geng Yunye's original words, "Not only do they not care, they even support the people to do business. They have little arable land over there, and if they don't set up stalls, they really have no way to make a living."
Wang Xiuping hummed a song and left Cheng's house with light steps.
While no one was home, Xu Fengxia pulled her daughter into the house and asked, "How do you get along with Comrade Geng? Is he overbearing?"
Cheng Xin's ears started burning, thinking her mother was preparing for her most important event in life.
"Mom, why are you asking this? I just want to make some money first."
Xu Fengxia took her hand and stroked the calluses on her daughter's palm with her rough fingertips: "I'm sorry for wronging you. I'm incompetent and your father is seriously ill and in the hospital. You've been supporting our family."
Just as Cheng Xin was about to speak, a hot tear fell on the back of her hand.
She held her mother's shaking hand and said, "Mom, what are you talking about? We are a family, why are you suddenly saying this?"
Xu Fengxia wiped away her tears with her sleeve and patted her head lovingly: "If it weren't for the burden from your family, you might have found a better partner. People say that you can marry into the city and eat commercial grain."
Cheng Xin didn't have such naive thoughts: "Mom, marrying a man means swallowing a needle. There is a reason why people have always emphasized matching up with each other since ancient times. We want to find a good one, and they don't want to find someone whose family background is too different from theirs."
Xu Fengxia didn't expect her daughter to be more insightful than she was. "Mom was thinking the wrong thing. I always thought it would be better for you to get married without the burden of a family."
"Mom, eating commercial grain in the city doesn't necessarily mean a good life. Food, clothing, housing and transportation all cost money. People still envy us for having land."
Cheng Xin stood up, picked up the cloth bag from the table and took out the blue cloth: "This is the material I picked out especially for you at the provincial capital department store, 80 cents a foot."
When Xu Fengxia heard the price, she suddenly picked up the cloth with her hand that had been half-retracted, and looked at it carefully: "The supply and marketing cooperative wants 1.2 yuan!"
"Last year you knitted sweaters for me and my brother, and you wore the same sweater for three consecutive years." Cheng Xin held the cloth to her mother's shoulder, "This is Dacron. You deserve the best. When I have money in the future, I will buy you a woolen coat from the department store!"
Xu Fengxia wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "Okay, Mom will listen to you. I will give you a dowry when your dad is discharged from the hospital. We don't rely on others, we rely on ourselves."
The cicadas outside the window kept chirping, and Cheng Xin tossed and turned in bed. The good news she received during the day made her feel relieved, and the stone in her heart was finally put down.
She had been so preoccupied with things in the past few days that she had no time to think about her past life. Now that she can finally calm down and think about it, she might be able to find new business opportunities from it.
Cheng Xin was surprised to find that she had never dreamed about her previous life again since her first meeting with Geng Yunye.
The world she lives in now is a book she read in her previous life. The heroine is her cousin Chen Ying, who was Geng Yunye’s ex-wife who cheated on her and died during childbirth. Her cousin will become Geng’s second marriage partner and the stepmother of her child.
Cheng Xin's thoughts were in a tangled mess. She didn't think she would be the type of person who would cheat on her husband, but the book said that her cousin was the right match for Geng Yunye.
If it was simply a series of dreams, with so many things overlapping with reality that forced her to believe it, how could she become a person of low morals?
Cheng Xin felt that there must be some details in the dream that she had overlooked. She didn't believe that she was a character in a novel whose life was manipulated. She had her own thoughts and ideas. Could it be that her brain would deceive her?
She remembered that in her dream, she was a college student majoring in English, but in her previous life, college students were not worth much, especially those majoring in English, who had a hard time finding jobs. Her job was a senior lecturer at a foreign language training institution, which required her not only to teach but also to sell courses. There was a fashionable term for this job: white-collar worker.
Cheng Xin recited the English words silently in her mind. She didn't know if she recited them correctly, but it was the same as she remembered.
A strong desire to study surged in her mind. She thought that when her father was discharged from the hospital, the family conditions would be better. She would send her brother to school and then find out if she had the opportunity to apply for night school and take the entrance exam for adult university.
Cheng Xin started to feel sleepy after reciting a few words, and in the end she fell asleep without being sure whether her pronunciation was correct.
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