"Mom, Xiaoxin, Xiaobao doesn't have time to come over and can't take leave, but he has sent me some money and told me that he wishes Xiaoxin and I a happy wedding!" Yang Ermao said to Zhou Qiao and He Xin.
Zhou Qiao glared at him. "What's going on? Even if someone doesn't have time to come back, you can't take their money!"
Yang Ermao: "Mom, I told you it was a remittance, it was a remittance! By the time I found out, the money had already arrived, a hundred yuan!"
At this moment, not only Zhou Qiao was surprised, even He Xin was stunned.
One hundred yuan is not a small amount.
After so many years, the salary has not increased. It is still based on the standard of the 1960s. Apprentices earn more than ten yuan a month, and after becoming regular employees, the salary ranges from more than 20 to more than 30 yuan. In the future, the salary will increase according to the years of service and skills.
In other words, Xiaobao's hundred yuan is equivalent to at least three months' salary for an ordinary person.
Zhou Qiao couldn't help but say, "Xiaobao, please don't starve yourself just to get your wedding gift money, okay?"
Yang Ermao: "That's not an exaggeration! I know his salary, and it's not like he can't afford to eat. But this is a really big gift!"
It was impossible for Yang Ermao to return the money, as that would be too insulting.
He planned to prepare generous gifts for Xiaobao when he got married, so that he wouldn't make things difficult for Xiaobao.
Zhou Qiao: "Forget it, don't think about it anymore. Let's eat quickly. Once you're full, rest for a while. When your dad comes back in the evening, the four of us will discuss the details of the wedding."
Before Yang Ermao came back, Zhou Qiao and Yang Dajun had basically considered everything that could be considered.
However, the specific wedding date and location have not been decided yet, so there are still many things that can be adjusted.
Yang Ermao slept until dinner time in the afternoon.
When I woke up, I smelled the aroma of rice.
As soon as I walked out of the room, I saw everyone setting up the dinner.
"You came at the right time. We were still hesitating whether to wake you up for dinner, but you got up on your own." Yang Dajun said.
Yang Ermao hadn't seen his father for more than a year. He knew that during the time when his father was away, his parents helped him run around, prepare the betrothal gifts, and make arrangements for the wedding.
"Mom and Dad, thank you for your hard work!" Yang Ermao saluted Yang Dajun and Zhou Qiao to show his respect.
"We're all family, why are you being so polite? Wait for me for a moment."
Yang Dajun went into his room and when he came out, he was holding a wooden box in his hand.
The wooden box looked like an old-fashioned makeup box, bright red in color, and looked very festive.
Yang Dajun handed the wooden box to He Xin, "Three turns and one ring, thirty-six legs, we have everything ready. All we need is for you to get the marriage certificate, go get a ticket for a wardrobe, and then buy a wardrobe.
In addition, there is also the 3,000 yuan betrothal gift that was agreed upon with Xiaoxin's parents, as well as some other things. Now I give them to you, Xiaoxin, for safekeeping.
When you two get married, the husband will be the breadwinner and the wife will be the homemaker. All matters at home, big or small, will be decided by the two of you. No dictatorship, no one person should decide all matters at home. Husband and wife should live in harmony."
Yang Dajun didn't explain the other things in detail. He Xin thought it was only three thousand yuan, but when she took it, she felt it was a bit heavy.
"Uncle, aunt, in here..."
"It's something for you anyway, just take it!" Yang Dajun said with a smile.
He Xin didn't want to ask any more questions, so he put the jewelry box aside and had a good meal with his family.
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