"What happened to you? Didn't we agree last night that the package would cost 8.88 yuan? Why did you only buy 8.8 yuan? Where did the other 8 yuan go?"

Peng Fang's mind also came to a head, and she slapped her thigh fiercely, "Oh, I counted out 8.88 yuan last night, and I don't know what happened. How come there is only 88 yuan left? Did the 8 yuan fall on the bed?"

Huang Jianguo immediately said: "Why don't you go in and look for it!?"

"Yes, yes, I'll go look for it right away."

Soon, Peng Fang came out of the house holding the 8 yuan he had just found.

"Found it, found it. It really fell under the bed. Look, there's dust on it."

Yun Mo did not expose the couple's play, "It doesn't matter if there is ashes, it can still be spent."

Peng Fang smiled awkwardly, then reluctantly wrapped the 8 yuan in her hand, together with the 88 cents, in red paper and stuffed it into Ling Chuan's hand.

"Xiao Ling, this is a little gift from your uncle and I. 8.88 yuan. May you be blessed all the way."

Ling Chuan accepted the red envelope this time, "Thank you, second uncle and second aunt."

Yun Mo also handed over the thing in her hand.

Peng Fang took the thing and couldn't wait to open it and look at it, when Yun Mo suddenly spoke.

"Second uncle, second aunt, Ling Chuan and I have to go to Third Uncle's house in town, so we'll leave first."

Yun Mo's words successfully diverted Peng Fang's attention, "Are you leaving so soon? Aren't you going to sit for a while?"

"No, it's better to go earlier and come back earlier. I have other things to do."

After sending Yun Mo and Ling Chuan away, Peng Fang immediately ran back home and took out the things Yun Mo had brought one by one.

"Oh, Fenjiu. You are a very generous niece and nephew-in-law. This wine costs 20 yuan a bottle outside."

"What generosity! Who would care about such a crappy bottle of wine?"

One can imagine how disappointed Peng Fang was when the Wuliangye he had been longing for turned into Fenjiu.

In fact, in Liu'an Town, a bottle of Fenjiu that costs 20 yuan is quite good. Many people's monthly income is less than 20 yuan.

But compared with Wuliangye which costs 60 or 70 yuan a bottle, this 20 yuan Fenjiu is not good enough.

No one knew what Peng Fang was expecting. When they heard her cursing, they just thought she was greedy.

"Peng Fang, you should be content. You only gave someone 88 cents, and they didn't say anything and still gave you a generous gift. You made a lot of money."

"That's right. It's a different era now. You can't afford to give 88 cents. It's embarrassing to tell others about it."

Although Peng Fang said that the money fell under the bed, no one present was a fool. Even if the money really fell accidentally, how could it be exactly 8 yuan?

"There's also a pack of Double Happiness cigarettes, which are sold individually for 65 cents a pack. This pack should cost at least 6 yuan."

Hongshuangxi cigarettes are considered mid-range cigarettes and are rare in Xiacun.

But Peng Fang's mind was full of the 40-yuan pack of Zhonghua cigarettes that Ling Chuan bought for the Huang family. It would be strange if she would take a liking to the 6-yuan pack of Double Happiness cigarettes.

Everyone continued, "There are also two bags of red bean cakes, plus a bag of fruit candy. This bag must be worth at least thirty or forty yuan."

According to the customs in the countryside here, the usual gifts for parents are two bags of white sugar or two kilograms of brown sugar, a bottle of local tribute wine, and some rice, flour, meat, etc., which are worth only about 10 yuan. After the elders receive the gifts, they return a red envelope of 6.6 or 8.8 yuan. This is normal interaction.

Peng Fang used a red envelope of 8.88 yuan to exchange for such a good gift, which was a huge profit.

Everyone looked at Peng Fang and Huang Jianguo with envy.

"You didn't see that. The couple looked like donkeys, as if they had borrowed rice from him and were only giving back chaff."

After the news was spread by the onlookers in Peng Fang's family, the whole village soon knew about the stingy deeds of Peng Fang and Huang Jianguo.

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"Did you drop the red envelope on purpose just now?"

After coming out of Huang Jianguo's house, Yun Mo asked the man beside her.

Ling Chuan was a little embarrassed, "I felt that the width of the red envelope was not right, so I deliberately tore the seal open, and you saw what happened next."

The 10-centimeter bill is 5.2 centimeters wide, while the 1-yuan bill is 6.3 centimeters wide. People who often handle money can tell the difference at a glance.

If Peng Fang had wrapped two one-dollar tissues around the one-cent note, Ling Chuan wouldn't have been able to figure out the clue so easily.

After all, it's just too greedy.

However, Yun Mo was not completely unprepared.

She originally planned to open the red envelope directly after receiving it, since she was not afraid of being embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, Ling Chuan was smarter than she thought and directly exposed Peng Fang's trick. It would probably take less than half a day for the news that Peng Fang gave a 8.8 cent red envelope to spread throughout the village.

When she thought of this, Yun Mo felt very happy.

Originally, she had prepared a cheap gift, which consisted of just ordinary tribute wine, white sugar, red bean cakes and a piece of bacon.

But in order to create a sharp contrast with Peng Fang's stinginess, she deliberately gave the good gift.

Given Peng Fang's flamboyant personality, he would definitely show off in front of the villagers.

She has done her best to save face and protect her dignity, so the only one who will be criticized is Peng Fang. If there are conflicts between the two sides in the future, everyone will only think that it is Peng Fang's problem.

The more Yun Mo thought about it, the happier she became. She couldn't help but praise the man next to her, "You did a good job today. Keep up the good work in the future."

Ling Chuan glanced at her and asked, "Do I have a reward?"

"What do you want?"

Ling Chuan suddenly became shy, bent down and whispered something quickly in her ear.

Yun Mo's cheeks suddenly turned red, "Let me think about this."

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At this time, Peng Fang and Huang Jianguo were sulking at home.

"Aren't there Wuliangye and Soft Zhonghua? How come it's these broken things?"

Hearing her husband's dissatisfaction, Peng Fang was also furious.

"How dare you say that? As soon as they came in, I winked at you and asked you to take the things and take a look. If you had seen them earlier, we could have asked them on the spot. Now that everyone has left, you ask me, who should I ask?!"

"I was going to take it, but Ling refused and gave it to Yun Mo. I can't just go up and snatch it away, right?"

Thinking of the 8.88 yuan red envelope that she had given out, Peng Fang felt a pang of pain. "That Ling guy definitely did it on purpose. I specially used porridge to seal the red envelope tightly. How could it fall apart after being dropped? The men in this city are really cunning."

Huang Jianguo couldn't help scolding his wife, "You are such a fool. You should have given me 1.8 yuan, but you only gave me 80 cents. You have made me lose face!"

Peng Fang was very dissatisfied with her husband's afterthought, "Why didn't you tell me when I gave the red envelope this morning? Now you feel embarrassed..."

(End of this chapter)