"Who are you listening to?" Su Changhe rolled his eyes at Wang Chunmei who was jumping around on a crutch.
That sick guy is a junior high school graduate. It's good enough for him to be able to read articles fluently, but he wants to write articles? Listen to those people's nonsense!
If she could become a writer and make money by writing articles, then Su Changhe could become the director of a machinery factory!
"What nonsense! The news has spread throughout the village. People say that the postman gave that sickly guy a bulging envelope, and who knows how much money is in it." Wang Chunmei limped to a bench and sat down, raising her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.
Wang Chunmei felt a little regretful. If she had known that sickly guy was so capable, she would not have urged Su Changhe to break off the engagement with the Shen family.
Xu Jiaojiao worked at the sales agency store for 30 days a month and only earned 15 yuan.
There has been no progress on the promised permanent position, and her uncle said that they are not yet a family.
She thought that it was those two bastards Cao Erxiang and Xu Youcai who were deliberately keeping their family hanging.
If they get engaged, and Cao Erxiang and Xu Youcai dare to make excuses and say something irresponsible, let's see how she will deal with Xu Jiaojiao in the future.
"Those people in the village believe everything they hear, but you, a silly woman, take it seriously." Su Changhe lowered his head to tidy up the long cabinet, too lazy to even raise his head.
"Go away and don't get in the way here." Su Changhe was very annoyed.
If she could break her legs by hanging herself, why didn't she just fall to her death?
Ever since that silly woman broke her leg, he has been the only one taking care of things at home and outside.
Not only did he earn much less work points, but he also caused trouble for him.
Other people's grain had been taken home, but he was still here busy cleaning up the long cabinet where the grain was stored.
It would be fine if this silly woman couldn't help, but she's acting silly and making him angry.
He really owed this silly woman money in his previous life. One hundred and eighteen yuan! As expected of a magazine company in Beijing, this is really generous.
Throwing the reply letter into the drawer, Shen Zhihuan flicked the remittance slip, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
With this imperial sword, she can eat whatever she wants and wear whatever she wants in the future, right? ! "Why are you smiling foolishly at a piece of paper?" Li Qiuhua sent Li Jiabao away, and when she turned around, she saw her daughter smiling foolishly at a palm-sized piece of paper, and couldn't help laughing.
"This is not paper, it's meat, egg cake, malted milk, my little brother's peach cakes, White Rabbit milk candies, canned fruits, everything delicious." Shen Zhihuan excitedly hugged little Weidong and took a sip.
Li Qiuhua looked stunned.
"Mom, this is the remittance slip." Shen Zhihuan let go of Xiao Weidong and smiled as he handed the remittance slip to Li Qiuhua.
"Is it the remittance slip that can be used to collect the money at the post office?" Li Qiuhua looked at Shen Zhihuan puzzledly, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone.
Although Li Qiuhua was illiterate, he had heard of remittance slips.
In the past, around the 10th of every month, the home of Village Party Secretary Su Changjiang would receive a remittance slip from the army.
Everyone in the village envies Zhang Fengxia. Her husband is the village party secretary, her two sons are very capable, her eldest son and daughter-in-law are filial to her, and her second son sends money home on time every month.
The first family in the village to build a big tiled house was Zhang Fengxia's.
Zhang Fengxia's family was the first in the village to buy a 28-inch bicycle.
The first family in the village to buy a sewing machine was Zhang Fengxia's family.
"Yes! It's the remittance slip that can be used to collect the money at the post office. Mom, let's go to the market in town tomorrow! By the way, we can collect the money and send it to the Su family." Shen Zhihuan smiled.
If she pays back the money owed to Wang Chunmei and Su Changhe's family, her family can legitimately achieve a well-off life.
When spring comes next year, we will build the big tiled house.
Plant some flowers and plants in the front yard, raise some chickens and ducks in the backyard, write a few articles when I have free time, and go for a walk in the mountains when I’m bored.
Just thinking about such a leisurely life makes me happy.
As for the college entrance examination, leave it to those aspiring young people with ideals and ambitions! "How much money can I get from this remittance slip?" Li Qiuhua looked down at the remittance slip in Shen Zhihuan's hand.
"One hundred and eighteen dollars!"
As long as they don't tell us, who knows how much money she actually received.
What they should eat and drink is up to the villagers to guess.
Nowadays, the monthly salary of ordinary regular workers in many factories is only 20 to 30 yuan.
One hundred and eighteen yuan is equivalent to several months' salary of an ordinary formal worker.
"There will be more and more in the future." Shen Zhihuan smiled and put his arm around Li Qiuhua's shoulders.
Their lives will get better and better.
Next year, many places will begin to implement the policy of distributing land to households.
I just don't know when the spring breeze will blow to their remote mountain area.
Early the next morning, Shen Zhihuan and his family boarded Wang Baotian's ox cart and went to town.
After getting off the ox cart at the entrance of the town, the family headed straight for the post office.
Because it was still early, not many people came to the post office to send letters or do business.
There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!
Shen Zhihuan first bought two stamps and mailed the two articles he had written out of boredom these days, then he took out the remittance slip from his pocket.
As soon as it was handed over, the staff behind the counter looked at Shen Zhihuan with shining eyes, unable to hide their excitement.
"Are you the writer who contributed to Jingcheng Yueren Magazine?"
"I don't dare to call myself a writer, just call me Shen Zhihuan." With veins throbbing on his forehead, Shen Zhihuan forced a smile.
you……
Is it appropriate to use it on a 17-year-old girl like her?
"Comrade Shen Zhihuan, your article is so well written. We..." Perhaps she realized her voice was too loud, so she lowered her voice a little, "We all like it very much."
"Thank you!" Shen Zhihuan smiled.
"Comrade Shen Zhihuan, can you sign an autograph for me?" The staff member took out the Yue Ren magazine from the drawer and looked at Shen Zhihuan eagerly.
sign……
Shen Zhihuan resisted the urge to hold his forehead, took the Yueren magazine, and wrote the three words "Shen Zhihuan".
The staff member took the Yue Ren magazine, bent down to blew on it, and made sure the ink was dry before putting it back in the drawer.
Shen Zhihuan was left in tears by the staff's cautious attitude.
If her Chinese teacher in her previous life saw this, would she also be proud of it?
Shen Zhihuan took the big unity that had been counted twice by the staff and handed it to Li Qiuhua.
"Keep this money for yourself." Li Qiuhua did not reach out.
When the people who were waiting to get things done heard this, they secretly glanced at Li Qiuhua and Shen Zhihuan.
One hundred and eighteen yuan, not eighteen cents.
These days, it costs less than a hundred yuan to marry a wife!
When villagers get married, most of them give a bag of grain plus fifty yuan, and the grain is coarse grain, so the total cost is no more than eighty or ninety yuan.
How big of a heart must one have to entrust such a huge sum of money to a little girl for safekeeping.
"Mom, I still have money. If I run out of money in the future, I will ask you for it again." Shen Zhihuan forcefully stuffed the money into Li Qiuhua's hand.
Last time she sold ginseng for twelve thousand yuan, she gave one thousand to Comrade Li Qiuhua and kept the rest for herself.
She didn't even count how much was left from the last purchase.
Anyway, it’s better not to use it up!
(End of this chapter)