Chapter 62: Mother is incurable】

Ding Chun thought Ye Qingyue was in a hurry to get the wine, so she ate so fast, so she said to the boss: "Boss, I'll take the bowl back first and bring it to you later."

The boss's business is mostly acquaintances in the neighborhood.

Some people who can't finish their food in the store or have something to do will take the bowl away and return it after they finish their food.

"Okay." The boss waved his hand, he recognized Ding Chun.

It's a pitiful situation. Her father is a worthless person, her mother is seriously ill, her eldest brother is still in prison, and the girl in her teens has to carry the whole family.

After agreeing with the boss, Ding Chun walked out with the bowl.

Ye Qingyue followed her through the complicated streets and alleys nearby, and came to a small bungalow deep in a quiet alley.

A simple stove was built with bricks at the door, on which was placed a clay pot, with a bitter medicinal smell emanating from its half-open mouth.

Ding Chun held the bowl in one hand and touched her neck with the other, pulling out a piece of wool with a brass key hanging below.

She used the key to unlock the small lock on the wooden door, leaned sideways to squeeze open the creaking door, and entered the dimly lit room.

Ye Qingyue followed her into the house, somewhat surprised.

When she was at the Ye family, the four of them lived in one room because of the harshness of Old Man Ye and others.

Fortunately, the room was relatively large, and although the household items were packed full, they could be neatly placed.

Ding Chun's house was even worse than when she was at the Ye family.

The area of ​​the house is estimated to be less than 10 square meters. After putting the bed and the closet, it seems a bit crowded.

There is a curtain hanging in the corner of the wall, forming a semicircle.

At this time, the curtain was rolled up, revealing the dark red foot basin against the wall at the back, and the spittoon covered with a wooden board. It is estimated that it is used as a toilet, usually used for washing and relieving oneself.

It can be seen that the owner of the house has tried hard to tidy up the things in the house, but because the house is too small, it still looks bloated and messy.

There is also a small wooden table on the bed. Ding Chun put the bowl of cold noodles on it. It should be the place for eating.

After all, there is no room for tables and chairs in the house.

"Sister, your wine."

Ding Chun took out Ye Qingyue's backpack from a hidden place in the corner.

She took out a five-cent coin from her pocket and handed it to Ye Qingyue, "This is the money for the cold noodles. My family has no more food coupons. I'll

buy it next time..." "I'm treating you to the cold noodles. No need to pay."

Ye Qingyue didn't take the money, but just took back the backpack and checked the bottle of wine.

Hearing this, Ding Chun looked around the narrow room and couldn't help but said, "Sister, you don't want to treat me to a meal just because you see that my family is poor? Really, there's no need. My mother taught me that although our family is poor, we are not poor in spirit. We can eat our fill with our own hands."

So, she never took advantage of others.

"I have something urgent to do today, so I asked you to take the things and leave first. You kept me waiting for a long time. I treated you to cold noodles to repay the favor, not out of sympathy."

Ye Qingyue's impression of Ding Chun improved a little. Although she was a stubborn girl, it was not a bad thing to have backbone.

However, if you want to make money in the gray area to support your family in the black market, you can't just have backbone. You have to learn to adapt and be more flexible, then you will have a chance to stand out.

After hearing what Ye Qingyue said, Ding Chun thought about it and felt that it was right, so he carefully put the money back in his pocket.

"Is this your first time doing business in the black market?"

Ye Qingyue changed the subject.

Ding Chun widened his eyes: "How did you know?"

Ye Qingyue: "..." Don't you think you hide it well?

"Which old black market swindler would bring customers to his home? Aren't they afraid of being betrayed? They will report it and get caught in one fell swoop."

Ye Qingyue couldn't help rolling her eyes.

Ding Chun panicked when she heard this and quickly grabbed Ye Qingyue's hand: "Sister, you, you can't report me. We, we are friends for life, right? Uh... It seems that I am the only one who owes you a life."

If Ye Qingyue hadn't rescued her that day, she would have been caught by the red armbands.

Ding Chun wanted to cry. Oh no, she had to take the blame herself!

She tried to hold back her tears and gritted her teeth and said, "Sister, if you report me, I will definitely say that you also bought things on the black market when I go to the red armbands. We will all be in a desperate situation and no one will get any good results."

She changed the subject again: "But you keep me, and we will continue to trade in the future. I will remember that you saved me, so I will give you a discount. It will be mutually beneficial, isn't it better?"

Unexpectedly, her two sentences scared Ding Chun so much that she started to talk nonsense, threatening, flattering, and looking like she was about to cry.

Ye Qingyue felt like a vicious witch in a fairy tale, who only frightened pure and kind girls, and then laughed strangely on the side.

"I just reminded you, I didn't say I would report you."

Ye Qingyue coughed lightly. She was not that kind of weird aunt.

"Really?" Ding Chun was half-believing and half-doubting.

Ye Qingyue asked back: "Your reaction, do you think it's better for me to report you?"

Ding Chun shook his head like a rattle, "When I first saw you, I thought you were a good person, don't report me."

This is pure nonsense.

The reason why Ding Chun chose Ye Qingyue as the first customer was that she was thin and weak, and she was a woman. He

estimated that if Ye Qingyue was not a good person, he could beat her, and the business was secure.

But he didn't expect that she kicked the hardest iron plate in the entire black market.

Ding Chun didn't dare to tell Ye Qingyue this, for fear that the beautiful sister would be embarrassed and angry.

"Don't worry, if I want to report you, I won't let you see my face."

Ye Qingyue stopped teasing Ding Chun, "Let's talk business, I want to buy some clothes and pants from you, as well as fabrics."

Although she got some coupons when the family was divided, there were very few cloth coupons, which were definitely not enough to buy clothes for three people.

Ding Chun was relieved to hear Ye Qingyue said she would not report him, and then he became serious.

"What kind do you want? I'll write it down."

Ding Chun took out a pencil and old newspapers, wrote down Ye Qingyue's requirements and the size.

After writing and calculating on the newspaper, she said, "Sister, clothing fabrics are in high demand and not cheap. You want to make three sets of clothes and pants, and you want to buy fabrics for several sets of clothes. Even if there are defects, one foot of fabric will cost three or four yuan. The nice colors will cost a few cents more."

"It will cost one hundred and seventy yuan in total. I have already rounded it off for you."

Ding Chun's price quote was very honest. The difference she made as a middleman was no more than ten yuan.

Ye Qingyue's mental arithmetic ability was good. After calculating silently, she knew that Ding Chun did not quote a high price. She nodded straightforwardly, "Okay, how much is the deposit?"

"Can it be paid in one lump sum?"

Ding Chun hesitated for a moment and said, "Sister, you know where I live now, and I can't run away."

She was really short of money now.

When I went to the hospital to see her mother last night, I didn't know when the gentle face in my memory disappeared.

What was left was a face that was ravaged by the disease, yellow and thin, and full of vicissitudes.

The only thing that remained unchanged was her stubborn temper.

"Xiaochun, mother is incurable, let's leave the hospital. Even if we delay it any longer, mother will not live for many more years. You can't waste your youth just to waste these few years!"