In Li Chu's opinion, six thousand yuan was a reasonable price. Although it was three thousand yuan more expensive than Wang Jun's courtyard, he didn't have to go through the trouble of finding someone to help him get a house. If you factored in the favors he had to do, this place was actually cheaper.
With my mother-in-law's matter settled, there's nothing else to worry about for now.
...
Once the first month of the lunar calendar is over, both ordinary people and workplaces are completely free from the relaxed atmosphere of the Spring Festival.
It's just the beginning of March in the Gregorian calendar, and this is the time for spring training in various units. There are almost non-stop meetings of all sizes at both headquarters and general managers.
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He even attended three meetings in one day, which left him exhausted.
As April approached and the weather gradually warmed up, the streets seemed to transform into a kaleidoscope of colors overnight.
Batwing shirts and bell-bottoms sprang up like mushrooms after rain.
Li Chu felt that he might really be getting old, and he simply couldn't get the point of this trend, nor could he appreciate what was so appealing about this kind of outfit.
It's not a big deal if you don't appreciate the clothes; after all, it's just that everyone has different tastes.
But what's the point of carrying a tape recorder around on the street and playing disco music as you walk?
In his previous life, he had only heard about it, but this time he actually saw it with his own eyes. And it wasn't just one or two people, it was a whole group, including both men and women. It was just too ridiculous.
These people also have something in common: the men mostly wear flared jeans, with a silver chain around their waists, and a pair of strangely styled faux leather shoes.
Note that the men should also have their hair slightly permed, a cigarette in their mouths, stand by the roadside with their legs apart, their weight on one leg, and the other leg swaying back and forth, with their shoulders slumped and backs bent. They feel that this is a kind of decadence, showing off a kind of personality.
The woman had to get a perm with big waves, style her bangs into a wave shape, and wear some strange makeup.
Most importantly, you have to speak with a bit of a Hong Kong or Taiwan accent, which Wang Yueyue says is fashionable.
For example, today is Sunday. After she went out shopping for half a day and came back, her tone seemed a bit off. Then, Ding Qiunan slapped her on the back of the head without any politeness, and she immediately became well-behaved, sitting obediently on the sofa, with a dignified demeanor, just like a well-bred young lady.
"Dad Chu, Mom Qiu Nan, I'd like to discuss something with you both."
"What's wrong? Don't tell me you want to get your hair permed?" Ding Qiunan, who was sewing cloth shoes for her husband, looked up and stared warily at her daughter-in-law.
"Oh, don't worry, Qiu Nan's mom, I definitely won't perm my hair. Xuan-gege likes my hair like this the most."
Wang Yueyue's hair has always been long, straight, and black, tied in a ponytail, sometimes in a high ponytail.
"So what are you going to say?"
"What I'm thinking is, should we send our son to daycare so he can experience group life and interact more with other children his age?"
"Have you discussed this with Wenxuan?"
"We discussed it, and Brother Xuan agreed."
Ding Qiunan turned her head and glanced at her husband, who was sitting on another single sofa reading a newspaper.
“Yueyue, you and Wenxuan are the child’s parents. His education should be your concern. If you think it’s good for the child, then go ahead and do it. But remember to tell your aunt, since she’s been taking care of the child for you almost all day.”
Li Chu put down the newspaper in his hand, thought for a moment, and said.
"What's your opinion, Qiu Nan's mother?"
"I have no objection, but which daycare do you plan to send her to? The one in our neighborhood? The one at the hospital? Or the one at your school?"
"It's inconvenient to take the children from our school every day because we have to take a detour from the street. As for the hospital, with Mr. Chu there with you, the nursery staff will inevitably make some kind of ranking based on the parents' positions."
Those children's parents might also teach their own kids to give in to our spoiled brat, and I don't want my child to grow up to be arrogant and pampered.
I must say, Wang Yueyue has done her job as a teacher for the past two years for a reason.
"Okay, once you've discussed it with Wenxuan, go tell your aunt."
"Okay, I'll go now."
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"That's good. Yueyue now has her own ideas about educating children."
Hearing her husband's words, Ding Qiunan nodded: "Yes, you've gotten a year older after the New Year, and you're thinking things through more carefully now, which is good. Come on, lift your foot up so I can show you."
"It's not bad, it fits perfectly. I was worried it would be too small. Okay, put it down. What do you want for dinner? I'll make it later."
"Oh dear, I almost forgot! Yueyue said she wanted to eat hand-pulled noodles this morning. I'll go make the dough now." Li Chu slapped his forehead and stood up.
"Then you can do it and I won't interfere."
"Hmm, rolling out the dough isn't difficult, I'll do it."
Wang Yueyue can cook many dishes now, but she still can't get the dough right. Often, the dough ends up in a big bowl after kneading it for a while.
She's the type who adds flour as much as she can when it's too soft, and water without restraint when it's too hard, and then keeps going back and forth until she doesn't realize how much flour she's made.
After several instances where she went to knead dough to make noodles, only to have it end up resting there to be steamed into buns the next day, she completely gave up on this task.
It's not that I'm reluctant to part with the flour, but rather that we have too many steamed buns at home that we can't eat.
"Xiao Chu"
"Brother-in-law, I'm in the kitchen."
"I have something to ask you."
"Okay, go ahead."
"Are those bronze artifacts particularly valuable?"
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Li Chu, who was kneading dough, stopped what she was doing and turned to look at Wang Ziwen, who was standing at the kitchen door.
"Brother-in-law, why did you suddenly decide to ask that?"
"Hey, when I was out this afternoon, I heard someone say that at the ghost market near Panjia Kiln, someone sold a bronze sword for more than 50,000 yuan."
Li Chu's first reaction after hearing this was, "Is this fake?"
Who would be crazy enough to leak their trading information? These kinds of transactions must be done secretly in private; there's no way they would leak out. Neither party would do that.
"Brother-in-law, this is just a rumor, right? Even if someone were really trading that stuff, who would let it slip? Private trading of bronze artifacts is not allowed."
"Uh... what if the person selling it says they didn't know it was an antique?"
"That's settled then. You didn't know it was an antique but still dared to call it one. Isn't that fraud? More than 50,000? Heh, that's enough to put him in jail for life."
"So, according to you, regardless of whether this bronze artifact is a first-class cultural relic or not, it cannot be bought or sold?"
"That's right. If you really get your hands on such a treasure, you can either hand it over to the government and get a reward, or you can keep it for yourself."
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