The two sisters were discussing things here, and Cheng Fangyuan was classifying the food according to their instructions. He had no opinion on how to eat the food.
After all the food was arranged, Song Tanglan took out the big bag of pastries and shared it with her second sister and brother-in-law.
Cheng Fangyuan saw the big bag of pastries and asked curiously.
"Little sister, did you do this?"
"No, Brother Xu bought it on the black market." Song Tanglan explained to the two while eating.
"Has he been here today?"
"Yes, they've calculated the prices for everything and given me the money. This portion is for Aunt Li. Second brother-in-law, remember to bring it to Aunt Li later. By the way, someone will come to take those things away in the evening."
"Okay, I'll remember that."
"Lanlan, is this the pastry that Xiao Xu gave you?" Song Tangcheng looked at the pastry that looked good, tasted a piece and found that it tasted good. His eyes were wandering and he asked indifferently.
"Yes, he also came to give me the share of the past two months. Second sister, guess how much I earned?"
"Over a thousand, right?" Song Tangcheng said casually while eating pastries.
When Song Tanglan heard that her guess was so accurate, she looked at Song Tangcheng in surprise, wondering if she had known it a long time ago.
"Why are you looking at me like that? The stuff you wrote is so popular now, it's normal for you to earn thousands!"
"I think so too. I've been to the commune several times and heard many people discussing it!"
Cheng Fangyuan was not very surprised by this. As long as he calculated carefully, he could guess how much the income was. What's more, the two of them had no intention of hiding it from them.
They can guess it if they use their brains.
"You guessed it right, the two-month income is indeed 1,000 yuan."
Song Tanglan was very happy when she talked about this. After all, she had a large sum of income all of a sudden, so how could she not be excited.
"Okay, if you have money, just keep it for yourself. Don't start complaining about being poor later. And keep a low profile so that no one can trace it back to you. Your family can't afford to suffer any more."
Song Tangcheng is still worried about things at home. His father hasn't written to them for several months, and he doesn't know what the situation is like over there.
But they didn't have time to think about it, and soon the three of them were busy with their own things.
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