Liu Jingwei lowered her eyelashes. In fact, she was almost becoming a pauper after spending so much money, but it was worth it. Some things were really worth it, such as gas stoves and refrigerators. Only after using them, would you know what they meant by indispensable.
Whether life is easy or smooth actually depends on these things.
When Zhou Lanping heard that it was not expensive, he felt relieved.
She thought about it, gritted her teeth, and walked into her room. When she came out, she was holding a cloth bag in her hand.
"Jingjing, this is what Mom saved over the past few years. It's not much, but when Mom's salary increases, it will be more in the future."
Liu Liang lowered her head. The cloth bag in her hand felt a bit heavy, and it was full of money, mostly five-yuan and ten-yuan notes. That was about five hundred yuan.
Don't underestimate these five hundred yuan. For Zhou Lanping, these were the money she had saved with great difficulty and the money she saved from her own mouth. In order to save such a small amount of money, she had not eaten a meal at school for several years. Even if the food in the school cafeteria was cheap, she could sometimes just bring a steamed bun from home to get by for the day. How could she possibly spend a few dollars to eat out?
These five hundred dollars could be said to be her life, her limited confidence, and of course everything she had. If it was gone, it would really be gone, and she would become a penniless pauper.
Liu Liang took the five hundred yuan without any hesitation. Zhou Lanping didn't feel sorry at all. This was for her daughter. For her, money could be earned again, but she only had one daughter. Besides, the gas stove and refrigerator in the house were big items. Even if her five hundred yuan was multiplied tenfold, she might not be able to buy them.
Although the money given to Liu Liang was probably not even a fraction of what Liu Liang had spent, Zhou Lanping felt much better. She then ran to the refrigerator, opened it, and almost stuck her head in, just like she did with a gas stove, full of curiosity and interest.
Liu Liang looked at Zhou Lanping like this. Her lip lines, which had always been parallel, suddenly curved upwards. Her mother was always like this. No matter when or what happened, she always had her original intention. She was actually only in her thirties. In the future, there would be many older young people who were just like this, still thinking of themselves as young and as children.
It was not until later that he exhausted all his energy and even spent his life for a seriously ill daughter.
Liu Liang closed the door of her room and put the money in her hand on the table without even looking at it.
She walked over to the wooden bed and sat down cross-legged. Soon after, when she opened her eyes again, the trace of restlessness in her eyes disappeared again.
She had to deal with the school matters tomorrow. She still had to go to school. She was only twelve years old. What else could she do if she didn't go to school?
Outside, it was already quiet and dark. People in that era did not have much entertainment, especially in a small county like theirs, where most people went to bed early.
Compared with the urban people of later times, people at that time lived a very regular life. There were fewer people returning home at night, and there was no such thing as saying, "We'll say good night at dawn."
Liu Liang opened the door and walked out. In the dim moonlight, she was not likely to fall. The refrigerator was still placed in the living room, but it was covered with a piece of cloth and a vase with a few plastic flowers casually inserted in it. Although this home was simple, it showed traces of Zhou Lanping's careful arrangement everywhere.
Liu Liang pushed open another door and walked in lightly. Zhou Lanping had already fallen asleep. Don't look at her as an elementary school teacher. In fact, her job is not as easy as those doing heavy work in factories. She prepares lessons and corrects homework every day, so she never goes to bed before ten o'clock.
Liu Dian reached out and covered Zhou Lanping with the quilt, but her nose suddenly felt sore.
Mom, we will definitely have a good life in this life. We have a gas stove and a refrigerator now, and we will have a big house and money in the future. I have already thought of a way to make money, and our lives will definitely be good in the future.
She placed the wad of money she was holding on the table.
There are 1,500 yuan here. She originally had about 1,300 yuan left in her hand, and she kept a few hundred yuan for herself as a reserve. This 1,000 yuan, plus the 500 yuan given by Zhou Lanping, are all here.
People need to have money in their hands. Money is a good thing and it can make people feel at ease. Days without money are stressful and helpless, so it’s better to let mom keep the money herself.
She came quietly and left quietly. Zhou Lanping had no idea Liu Liang had been there until she got up in the morning, then she stared with wide eyes at the stack of money that suddenly appeared on the table.
This couldn't have fallen from the sky, right?
She looked up foolishly at the ceiling of her house, wondering if there really was a hole in the ceiling and the money fell out from there.
There's no hole, or was it brought to her by a mouse?
She reached out and took the money, then sighed softly. In fact, there was no such thing as money falling from the sky. The money was left here by Liu Liang. She gave Liu Liang five hundred, but Liu Liang turned it over and gave her one thousand.
She had originally thought of returning the money to Liu Liang, but since Liu Liang could return the money to her in the middle of the night, she knew that the child would not want it. Even if she gave it to him now, he would come back here tomorrow night.
She thought about it for a long time and finally decided to put the money away and give it to Liu Liang when she needed it in the future. This was Liu Liang's money and she would not touch it.
When she came out, the dishes were already on the table. In fact, what kind of child of such age would cook breakfast for her mother? But that was the case in their family. At first, Liu Jing always got up earlier than her. Later, she made breakfast several times, but the taste was obviously not as good as Liu Jing's. Although they still finished eating, they always felt like something was missing?
What happened next? There was no later. It just became like this.
"Jingjing, I'm leaving first." After packing his lunch box, Zhou Lanping said to Liu Jing in the small room.
"Yeah." Liu Liang responded, and then there was no sound.
Zhou Lanping sighed and had to pick up her bag and leave. The lunch box in her hand felt heavy today. She knew that Liu Jing couldn't do this. She was still young, how could she not study? Even if she couldn't continue studying, she couldn't drop out of school and stay at home, otherwise the child's future would be ruined.
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